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Legal Nation Name: The United Imperium of Spain and Portugal
What Areas Do You Control: Spain, Portugal, Andorra, and it's various colonial holdings
Political Party: People's Party
Type of Government: Parliamentary Monarchy
Personnel numbers-
Overall, the Spanish military maintains one of the highest civilian to military personnel ratios in Europe. Spain's military has over 500,000 soldiers serving in the active military, and 200,000 in reserves. Meaning, overall, Spain enlists a whooping 720,000 (roughly) people into its armed forces. This fact can be attributed to the exponential rise in nationalism after the ending of the third of the World Wars. Combine this with the Spanish people's insecurity caused by the recent rise of authoritarian governments and rumors of terrorist threats within Spain's borders, and you have the perfect cocktail for the beginnings of a militarily focused nation.
Army: 315,000
Navy: 200,000 - 134,000 of these troops belong to the Spanish Marine Corps, a subsidiary of the Spanish Navy
Air Force: 70,000 - 35,000 of these troops belong to the Airborne Corps, a subsidiary of the Spanish Air Force
Imperial Guard: 100,000
Special Forces: 5,000
Equipment-
The Spanish military boasts an abnormally high military budget. Where does most of that money go? Research. Spain claims to be on the razor's edge of military research in the areas of personal body armor. You see, Spanish scientist Fernando Arteta discovered a means of mass producing spider silk. By combining the DNA of a common goat and the Golden Orb spider, Arteta was able to birth a goat with the ability to produce spider silk instead of milk. Hundreds of thousands of these goats were created, and the cross breeding of species was perfected to the point where entire spider silk goat farms have been built. This spider silk has replaced kevlar within the Spanish military; aside from being ultralight and flexible, pound for pound the silk is ten times as strong as kevlar. The Spaniards have done away with ceramic plates and instead chosen to replace them with ballistic foams of their own design.
The perfect compliment for Spain's patented advanced armor? Soft exosuits.
Designed by the Americans, the Spanish bought the exosuits in bulk back in 2040. These suits come equipped with a number of different features, including: enhanced strength and agility, jump packs, grappling hooks, and a battery powerful enough to last a full week. The suit is lightweight and can be folded up to fit inside a briefcase or backpack.
The Spanish infantry's loadout is rounded out with the most important piece of technology Spain has developed in years: the medical gauntlet. A piece of machinery designed to fit around the wrist, the medi-gauntlet functions as a medkit and emergency field dress device simple enough for anyone to use with only basic training required. The gauntlet contains tiny spouts that shoot microscopic jets of water into the skin. Inside this water is contained a number of chemicals which act as a pain reliever, as well as temporarily speeding up one's natural healing factor. When a soldier is wounded, they only have to press a button on the gauntlet and they'll receive a powerful shot of morphine, and their body will begin to clot the wound at a rapid pace. The gauntlet can also be used to administer a medical foam, which plugs up wounds artificially to prevent extensive blood loss.
The modern Spanish soldier is equipped with a soft exosuit, a suit of full body spider silk armor alongside state of the art ballistic foam plates, and medi-gauntlets. Said loadout is enhanced by holo-finders within the helmets, which give the soldier a heads up display linked back to their base of operations. The holo-finder can also be linked up to a soldier's firearm to enhance one's aim. This is especially useful for snipers, who come equipped with a modified holo-finder as standard gear.
Aside from infantry technology, Spain lacks much to set it apart from the rest of the European Union. They use standard Main Battle Tanks as the backbone of the armored portion of their forces. Railguns have become the standard means of delivering artillery, on the ground and at sea. In the air the Spanish Empire mostly relies on old 5th generation fighter tech, and are only experimenting with energy weapons, lasers, and railguns on their fighters. They lack many combat drones, although they do possess a number of aerial reconnaissance drones that utilize stealth technologies common to Western air forces.
Equipment numbers-
Main Battle Tanks: 1750
Light Armored Vehicles: 3400
Fighter/Bombers: 735
Frigates: 19
Destroyers: 30
Aircraft Carriers: 2
Battleships: 1
Submarines: 15
Notable Leadership-
Emperor Banos I, as the monarch of the Spanish Empire, acts as the commander in chief and thus has executive authority within the military.
General Zayas: Commands the 1th Spanish Brigade
General Taboada: Commands the 5th Air Force
Admiral Morillo: Commands the 2nd Fleet, Chief of Defense Staff
Brigadier General Custa: Commands the 41st Airborne
Commander Alvarez: Commands the 6th Imperial Guard
Colonel Alava: Commands the 1st Special Operations Forces, Chief of Espionage
These men and women are all members of the Defense Staff, who advise the Emperor on military actions and defense against foreign powers.
Productions: Iron, Olive Oil, Lettuce, Refined Petroleum, Packaged Medicaments, and Spider Silk
GDP
-Total $1.766 trillion
-Per Capita $40,120
Gini
-34.5
HDI
-0.869
Currency
-Euro
Ethnic Demographics:
Spanish: 75%
Portuguese: 20%
Other: 5%
Religious Demographics:
Spain has no official religion
Catholic: 76.7% (Only 17.0% attend mass on a regular basis)
Atheist: 20.0%
Other: 17.0%
Population: 60,000,000
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| NAME: |
Isaac Tate Grant
| ALIAS: |
Superb
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Kryptonian physiology: Superb has been magicially endowed with the physical capabilities of an alien from the planet Krypton. Isaac has not fully developed into adulthood, meaning that he is not equal in power to adult Kryptonians such as Kal El and Kara Zor El.
Super Strength: Isaac possesses strength on par with Kon El. He can lift hundreds of thousands of tons with ease, and while under the affects of mind control managed to break Superman's nose and break the grip of Supergirl.
Nigh-Invulnerable: Superb possesses the same nigh invulnerability of Kryptonians and other powerful heroes. Isaac Grant can tank a nuclear explosion with only minor damage to his person.
Super Senses: Isaac was granted (lolsoclever) enhanced sight, smell, hearing, and touch. He also has Xray vision and telescopic vision at his disposal.
Heat Vision: Superb's heat vision is able to reach temperatures up to ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit.
Super Speed: Isaac is faster than a speeding bullet.
Super leap: Superb is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
When Superb first met Superman, Kal gifted Isaac his own superhero costume. Retrieved from New Krypton, the costume is more akin to armor. The suit is almost as invulnerable as Superb, and enhances a Kryptonian's efficiency when absorbing yellowmsun light. The suit is also lined with lead, to offer partial protection from Kryptonite.
Super Strength: Isaac possesses strength on par with Kon El. He can lift hundreds of thousands of tons with ease, and while under the affects of mind control managed to break Superman's nose and break the grip of Supergirl.
Nigh-Invulnerable: Superb possesses the same nigh invulnerability of Kryptonians and other powerful heroes. Isaac Grant can tank a nuclear explosion with only minor damage to his person.
Super Senses: Isaac was granted (lolsoclever) enhanced sight, smell, hearing, and touch. He also has Xray vision and telescopic vision at his disposal.
Heat Vision: Superb's heat vision is able to reach temperatures up to ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit.
Super Speed: Isaac is faster than a speeding bullet.
Super leap: Superb is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
When Superb first met Superman, Kal gifted Isaac his own superhero costume. Retrieved from New Krypton, the costume is more akin to armor. The suit is almost as invulnerable as Superb, and enhances a Kryptonian's efficiency when absorbing yellowmsun light. The suit is also lined with lead, to offer partial protection from Kryptonite.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
For reasons are that are not known, Superb is lacking the ability of flight, whereas most Kryptonians receive their ability to fly at around his age.
Like all other Kryptonians Isaac has many exploitable weaknesses. Red sunlight in large quantities will painlessly depower Isaac, making him like all other normal human beings.
Kryptonite is my far the most deadly to Superb. Even a small sliver of the green rock can debilitate the teen hero and could, after significant exposure, kill him.
Magic bypasses his Kryptonians level durability, making him vulnerable to attacks that would otherwise not affect him at all.
Like all other Kryptonians Isaac has many exploitable weaknesses. Red sunlight in large quantities will painlessly depower Isaac, making him like all other normal human beings.
Kryptonite is my far the most deadly to Superb. Even a small sliver of the green rock can debilitate the teen hero and could, after significant exposure, kill him.
Magic bypasses his Kryptonians level durability, making him vulnerable to attacks that would otherwise not affect him at all.
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-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
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-17 years old.
-Has a hard time controlling his powers.
-Seems to constantly have a chip on his shoulder, and appears to be super edgy and angry all the time.
-Has a hard time controlling his powers.
-Seems to constantly have a chip on his shoulder, and appears to be super edgy and angry all the time.
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"Keep your hands off me, Pretty Boy, or I'm going to rip your arms off and beat you to death with 'em." Isaac threatened in a guttural voice. The only reason Sentinel hadn't snapped that idiot's neck was because of the pheromones he secreted thanks to the genes he received from his mother. "Go back to masturbating to your own reflection." Who did that guy think he was, anyway? Like he could spar with a Kryptonian and live to tell the tale. Unless he was talking in innuendos again, like the little phallic-obsessed freak he is. Stupid pheromones. Sentinel isn't even gay. At least he'd be fighting soon and he could get his mind off his earlier incident. Sentinel turned as he heard Evan's name called by Miss Wilson. Their fearless leader chided Wonder Boy for his lack of clothing and decency. The last week seemed to have itself on repeat, with the same conversations seeming to happen over and over. Most of those conversations didn't involve Sentinel; not that being ignored bothered Isaac. He hated people. He hated talking. He hated the world. There were very few things in the world that Isaac Grant didn't despise.
One of those things was flying.
When the team entered the T-Wing, Sentinel made sure to find a seat next to a window, where he'd be alone. Alone with the blue sky and the clouds. He looked out the window and watched as they began to rise into the air. The T-Wing flew out of the hangar, and soon the magnificent ocean appeared below them as they rushed towards San Francisco. Isaac made sure to keep his face emotionless and cold. He didn't want anyone to know he could feel joy. That he had a weakness. He tried to play it off that he was starring out the window because he despised to look at the faces of his teammates. Maybe it worked, maybe it didn't. Sentinel didn't care. What they thought of him didn't matter. They...They were just people. The closest things he had to friends and family were still just people. And people didn't care. That's what life had always taught Isaac.
No one cares.
Sentinel turned away from the water as he felt the slight shift in the plane's flight trajectory. Rose had activated the auto-pilot, he'd wager. Isaac turned and watched as Ravager exited the cockpit and stood in the isle to brief them. When the hologram of Lobo appeared and Rose began to describe the mission objective and parameters, Sentinel's eyes locked with the alien's. He looked so real. Just like how Superman described him. A scowl formed on Sentinel's face as he looked at that ugly beast. Rose had said he was suppose to be strong. But he didn't look very strong. He looked like everyone else: Weak. Flawed. Maybe Lobo wouldn't be the one. Sentinel's scowl turned into a snarl. Of course Lobo wasn't the one. That'd be too easy! No, the universe has to make everything difficult. The universe has to draw everything out and make Sentinel suffer even longer. Fine, whatever. It didn't matter. Time wasn't of the essence. The only thing Sentinel had was time.
At least Lobo would make a decent punching bag.
When the hologram dispersed Sentinel turned back to the window. San Francisco appeared below them. They would be to Chinatown soon, it seemed. Isaac wouldn't have much longer to enjoy the peace of the air. If only he could fly on his own, like he was suppose to, this wouldn't be a problem. He'd have all the time in the world to enjoy the sky. He could fly as high and as far as he wanted. But for now he was trapped here. On the ground.
When the T-Wing began to slow down and descend, Sentinel released his restraints and stood. He marched toward the exit ramp, right behind Rose. She shouted their battle cry, and explained the plan of engagement. Sentinel wondered for a brief moment what Rose would be doing during this fight. That thought left Isaac's mind quickly when he locked his sights on Lobo. Finally, something he could hit! A small smile crept onto his otherwise angry face as his feet touched the floor. "Accelerate! Aim for the backs of his knees; hit him hard and hit him fast. Sandstorm, try to blind him! Microbat, disarm him and keep the civilians safe." Sentinel yelled out before he looked towards Lobo.
"LOBO!"
The bounty hunter turned, his attention on the child who called his name.
"Look into my eyes. Their the last thing you'll ever see! DIE!" Sentinel shot forward at the speed of a bullet, firing off his heat vision full bore at the intergalactic bounty hunter. Nanoseconds after the beams connected, Sentinel slammed into Lobo and unleashed a torrent of punches to his face and chest. He let loose a bestial scream as he pounded on Lobo with the same force he used to make Superman bleed. Hopefully, Isaac's team stayed out of his way. Bloodlust consumed the Kryptonian, and there was little he could do to stop himself at that moment.
One of those things was flying.
When the team entered the T-Wing, Sentinel made sure to find a seat next to a window, where he'd be alone. Alone with the blue sky and the clouds. He looked out the window and watched as they began to rise into the air. The T-Wing flew out of the hangar, and soon the magnificent ocean appeared below them as they rushed towards San Francisco. Isaac made sure to keep his face emotionless and cold. He didn't want anyone to know he could feel joy. That he had a weakness. He tried to play it off that he was starring out the window because he despised to look at the faces of his teammates. Maybe it worked, maybe it didn't. Sentinel didn't care. What they thought of him didn't matter. They...They were just people. The closest things he had to friends and family were still just people. And people didn't care. That's what life had always taught Isaac.
No one cares.
Sentinel turned away from the water as he felt the slight shift in the plane's flight trajectory. Rose had activated the auto-pilot, he'd wager. Isaac turned and watched as Ravager exited the cockpit and stood in the isle to brief them. When the hologram of Lobo appeared and Rose began to describe the mission objective and parameters, Sentinel's eyes locked with the alien's. He looked so real. Just like how Superman described him. A scowl formed on Sentinel's face as he looked at that ugly beast. Rose had said he was suppose to be strong. But he didn't look very strong. He looked like everyone else: Weak. Flawed. Maybe Lobo wouldn't be the one. Sentinel's scowl turned into a snarl. Of course Lobo wasn't the one. That'd be too easy! No, the universe has to make everything difficult. The universe has to draw everything out and make Sentinel suffer even longer. Fine, whatever. It didn't matter. Time wasn't of the essence. The only thing Sentinel had was time.
At least Lobo would make a decent punching bag.
When the hologram dispersed Sentinel turned back to the window. San Francisco appeared below them. They would be to Chinatown soon, it seemed. Isaac wouldn't have much longer to enjoy the peace of the air. If only he could fly on his own, like he was suppose to, this wouldn't be a problem. He'd have all the time in the world to enjoy the sky. He could fly as high and as far as he wanted. But for now he was trapped here. On the ground.
When the T-Wing began to slow down and descend, Sentinel released his restraints and stood. He marched toward the exit ramp, right behind Rose. She shouted their battle cry, and explained the plan of engagement. Sentinel wondered for a brief moment what Rose would be doing during this fight. That thought left Isaac's mind quickly when he locked his sights on Lobo. Finally, something he could hit! A small smile crept onto his otherwise angry face as his feet touched the floor. "Accelerate! Aim for the backs of his knees; hit him hard and hit him fast. Sandstorm, try to blind him! Microbat, disarm him and keep the civilians safe." Sentinel yelled out before he looked towards Lobo.
"LOBO!"
The bounty hunter turned, his attention on the child who called his name.
"Look into my eyes. Their the last thing you'll ever see! DIE!" Sentinel shot forward at the speed of a bullet, firing off his heat vision full bore at the intergalactic bounty hunter. Nanoseconds after the beams connected, Sentinel slammed into Lobo and unleashed a torrent of punches to his face and chest. He let loose a bestial scream as he pounded on Lobo with the same force he used to make Superman bleed. Hopefully, Isaac's team stayed out of his way. Bloodlust consumed the Kryptonian, and there was little he could do to stop himself at that moment.
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Grykian Union of Lunar Colonies
Magnus KuklÅps, or the Grykians, are a bipedal species that typically colonize small planetoids with low gravity and poor atmosphere. The Grykians are a squat, muscular species with naturally strong bones produced by their planet's extreme gravity and deadly predators. A typical Grykian stands at around five feet five inches tall and weighs half a ton. Their skin is usually varying shades of orange. Grykians differ from most species in that they consume radiation for sustenance and strong concentrations of oxygen burn their skin. Because of this, Grykians typically wear protective suits when exposed to foreign atmospheres.
The Union are a xenophobic people. They fear and despise what they do not understand, and seek to destroy what they deem unholy or sinful. Extremely religious, Grykian culture revolves around the Holy Church of Haeni. Haeni is the goddess the people of Grykia worship as their sole deity and creator of all things. The Lunar Colonies are a group of united tribes, each guided by a chieftain. These chieftains form the Council of Twelve, the ruling body of the Lunar Colonies who follow the directives of the True Prophet. The True Prophet receives visions from the goddess and interprets them for the Council who wouldn't dare question the goddess or her prophet. Inter-tribe warfare is common in Grykian culture. The chieftains typically turn a blind eye toward the fighting as long as the people keep their squabbles contained to acceptable levels. Gladiatorial games are popular among the colonies as a means of satisfying the bloodlust of the common Cyclops.
The Grykian Union is made up of twelve tribes, with each tribe controlling the moons of a single planet. The star system is relatively normal, with an adequate number of habitable worlds surrounding a single yellow star. Each world is surrounded by multiple moons, which are used by the Grykians as their population centers. The Grykians use the planets to gather resources and for research purposes, however permanent settlements on any garden world are impossible due to millions of years of evolving on a dead planet. This dead planet is known as Tass, the birthplace of the Grykians and the alleged homeworld of Haeni herself. Millions of years ago, Tass suffered an apocalyptic level disaster that made the surface of the planet uninhabitable for almost all forms of life. The Grykians evolved from a group of hardy sea creatures that managed to adapt to the impossible climate change. A few other species stepped out of the disaster alongside the Grykians, and the planet lived on despite it's supposed death.
The capital moon of Grykia serves as the cultural and religious center of all of the Union. The entire moon is little more than a single city that takes up the entire mass of the moon. This is the primary seat of government within the Union.
The Keplan Gas Giant serves as the main source of Grykinium for the Lunar Colonies. Multiple space ports surround the gas giant, and use it as a place to refuel and mine for Grykinium within the Keplan Asteroid Belt.
The capital moon of Grykia serves as the cultural and religious center of all of the Union. The entire moon is little more than a single city that takes up the entire mass of the moon. This is the primary seat of government within the Union.
The Keplan Gas Giant serves as the main source of Grykinium for the Lunar Colonies. Multiple space ports surround the gas giant, and use it as a place to refuel and mine for Grykinium within the Keplan Asteroid Belt.
The Grykian Union of Lunar Colonies is made up of twelve moon clusters. Each moon cluster is controlled by a single tribe. These tribes are governed by a chieftain. These chieftains make up the Council of Twelve, the ruling body of the Union. The council possesses full executive authority over everything within the Union, with the exception for the High Church. The True Prophet serves as the voice of the goddess, and leads all things religious within the Union. The Council does not technically have to follow the advice of the prophet; however to do so would bring about great instability and rebellion, as the goddess is followed by all of the Union's population. So, in practice, the word of the prophet is law.
Society within a single tribe is split into multiple guilds. Each guild leader reports to the chieftain of their tribe. The guilds serve the greater good of the tribe, and the colonies as a whole. For a business to be successful, they must have the endorsement of their guild. Generally, Cyclopes are assigned to a guild at birth and must stay within the confines of the guild for the rest of their lives. The school system is split into different sectors with each sector assigned to a single guild. These sectors focus their efforts on teaching what will be relevant for a Cyclops' life within the guild. For example, a member of the political guild would learn about government and geopolitics. In contrast, a member of the economy guild would focus their education on mathematics. It is extremely rare for a Cyclops to switch guilds, especially later in their life cycle. The only reason a Cyclops might swap guilds is because they show signs of being naturally gifted in areas that would allow them to excel in another guild.
These are the average percentages of the population split into guilds:
Science Guild: 13%
Economy Guild: 15%
Political Guild: 5%
Military Guild: 25%
Religion Guild: 2%
Worker's Guild: 40%
Grykians are all members of a monotheistic religion called Haenism. The sole deity is the goddess Haeni, who made the universe and all that is within it. She voices her will through the True Prophet, a Grykian gifted with the ability to see and interpret visions from the goddess herself. The True Prophet writes all that he has learned down in the Holy Book of Ua. The Ua serves as the basis for all laws and culture within the Union. The True Prophet has no name, and has lived for millennium without aging a day. This is considered a miracle of Haeni due to most Grykians only having a lifespan of 200 years. There is not a single member of the Union whom does not follow the goddess. All members of society who have rejected her teachings have been labelled heretics and banished into the dark void of space.
Entertainment in the Union is very physical. They are not known for their art or music. Grykians prefer the art of combat. The most popular sport within the colonies come in the form of Gladiatorial games in which fighters are pitted against challenges that they must overcome lest they die. To be allowed to participate in these games is considered the highest honor, and gladiators are considered the most prestigious and famous celebrities in the entire solar system.
Other forms of entertainment include Anti-gravity ball, single combat (not to the death) and virtual reality simulations.
Entertainment, however, is not the main focus of Grykian society like many other species. No; Grykians are known for dedicating themselves to their work. Be it in any field, a Grykian prides himself on his contributions to the betterment of the colonies. Competition between rival guilds are common. These competitions are usually harmless or even helpful, causing Grykians to work even harder than usual to out do their peers and thus increasing profit. However, these competitions can spiral out of control and bitter rivalries are formed. Espionage, assassination, and kidnapping are quite common in guild life.
Grykia is the center of the Lunar Colonies cultures. It is also home to the headquarters for most major businesses and organizations. This city is considered the holiest relic of Grykian culture. Each Cyclops must make a pilgrimage to Grykia at least twice a year lest they be labeled a heretic. For an alien to step foot on the city's holy ground is considered the highest insult against the Union and it's goddess, and is considered an act of war.
The Grykians speak what is known as Yat Sodel, the common tongue. Dialects vary between tribes and colonies, however these dialects are not so different that Grykians from very different Lunar Colonies would not be able to communicate. Different dialects usually use their own slang terms for different things, and might have slightly different spellings for certain common words. This is usually the extent of
Tell us about important Social and Population demographics and dialectics. Castes, classes, social hierarchy, standards of living, cultural norms, that sort of thing. Give us a broad overview of society as a whole and a bit of a more personal look at the life of the individual.
These are the average percentages of the population split into guilds:
Science Guild: 13%
Economy Guild: 15%
Political Guild: 5%
Military Guild: 25%
Religion Guild: 2%
Worker's Guild: 40%
Grykians are all members of a monotheistic religion called Haenism. The sole deity is the goddess Haeni, who made the universe and all that is within it. She voices her will through the True Prophet, a Grykian gifted with the ability to see and interpret visions from the goddess herself. The True Prophet writes all that he has learned down in the Holy Book of Ua. The Ua serves as the basis for all laws and culture within the Union. The True Prophet has no name, and has lived for millennium without aging a day. This is considered a miracle of Haeni due to most Grykians only having a lifespan of 200 years. There is not a single member of the Union whom does not follow the goddess. All members of society who have rejected her teachings have been labelled heretics and banished into the dark void of space.
Entertainment in the Union is very physical. They are not known for their art or music. Grykians prefer the art of combat. The most popular sport within the colonies come in the form of Gladiatorial games in which fighters are pitted against challenges that they must overcome lest they die. To be allowed to participate in these games is considered the highest honor, and gladiators are considered the most prestigious and famous celebrities in the entire solar system.
Other forms of entertainment include Anti-gravity ball, single combat (not to the death) and virtual reality simulations.
Entertainment, however, is not the main focus of Grykian society like many other species. No; Grykians are known for dedicating themselves to their work. Be it in any field, a Grykian prides himself on his contributions to the betterment of the colonies. Competition between rival guilds are common. These competitions are usually harmless or even helpful, causing Grykians to work even harder than usual to out do their peers and thus increasing profit. However, these competitions can spiral out of control and bitter rivalries are formed. Espionage, assassination, and kidnapping are quite common in guild life.
Grykia is the center of the Lunar Colonies cultures. It is also home to the headquarters for most major businesses and organizations. This city is considered the holiest relic of Grykian culture. Each Cyclops must make a pilgrimage to Grykia at least twice a year lest they be labeled a heretic. For an alien to step foot on the city's holy ground is considered the highest insult against the Union and it's goddess, and is considered an act of war.
The Grykians speak what is known as Yat Sodel, the common tongue. Dialects vary between tribes and colonies, however these dialects are not so different that Grykians from very different Lunar Colonies would not be able to communicate. Different dialects usually use their own slang terms for different things, and might have slightly different spellings for certain common words. This is usually the extent of
Tell us about important Social and Population demographics and dialectics. Castes, classes, social hierarchy, standards of living, cultural norms, that sort of thing. Give us a broad overview of society as a whole and a bit of a more personal look at the life of the individual.
Religion Guild/The Holy Church of Haeni: Led by the True Prophet. Serves as the moral and cultural center of the Union. Men are usually given positions of command, while women (nuns) serve as the church's main body of manpower. Priests lead a single congregation. Bishops lead all of the churches on a single moon. Archbishops lead worship within their entire tribe.
Military Guild: (See military organization)
Science Guild: Led by Lady Hara Nabam. Serves as the technological and research portion of the Union's working class.
Economy Guild: Led by Secretary-Treasurer Jal Mauyen. Serves as the traders, business leaders, and tax collectors of the colonies. Controls the market and the supply and demand.
Worker's Guild: Led by Lord Yar Gapp. Serves in all positions of menial labor. Provides labor for agriculture, manufacturing, construction, and small businesses. Makes up the majority of the population.
Political Guild: Led by the Council of Twelve. Each colony appoints a Mayor, who reports directly to the Governor of the moon. Each governor reports to their chieftain. These chieftains make up the twelve leaders of the entire Union, and have executive control of the nation.
Military Guild: (See military organization)
Science Guild: Led by Lady Hara Nabam. Serves as the technological and research portion of the Union's working class.
Economy Guild: Led by Secretary-Treasurer Jal Mauyen. Serves as the traders, business leaders, and tax collectors of the colonies. Controls the market and the supply and demand.
Worker's Guild: Led by Lord Yar Gapp. Serves in all positions of menial labor. Provides labor for agriculture, manufacturing, construction, and small businesses. Makes up the majority of the population.
Political Guild: Led by the Council of Twelve. Each colony appoints a Mayor, who reports directly to the Governor of the moon. Each governor reports to their chieftain. These chieftains make up the twelve leaders of the entire Union, and have executive control of the nation.
Describe the history of your nation prior to its transition into the True Vacuum universe.
Your nation was randomly gobbled up by an undetectable FTL phenomenon and displaced into an entirely new universe surrounded by completely unknown alien powers in a geopolitical landscape you know nothing about. Do you know what happened? Are there any theories flying around about what happened? What has been the general reaction of the public? What do your scientists and military specialists think? Describe in general how the move to the True Vacuum universe has influenced your nation.
Technology: The Union of Lunar Colonies has developed all of its technology on its own, with no regard for the techniques or research of other space faring races. Because of this, their technology is considered quite far behind the most modern nations in the True Vacuum. Grykian technology focuses on the betterment of individuals, and generally shuns the use of artificial intelligence as an insult to the goddess herself. Crafts designed to transport personnel are shunned in favor of personal anti-gravity devices, and body armor is replaced by genetically enhancing the strength of Grykian skin, bone and muscle.
Anti-gravity implants: Devices designed to allow flight for an individual. They work by creating a small bubble around an individual's body which negates the gravity of the nearest celestial object, allowing the user complete 360 degree flight control at subluminal speeds
Armored Skin: The Grykian pride and joy. Armored Skin is the term used to describe the process all Grykians go through after birth where they are genetically enhanced with exponentially stronger bones and skin, and their nerves are clipped to increase pain tolerance. These enhancements allow a Grykian to survive the heat of a star, the pressure of space, flight at near the speed of light, and many conventional weapons. A Grykian is capable of lifting tens of thousands of tons and moving at many times the speed of sound thanks to this technology. The Armored Skin is applied using powerful nanobots to further improve the Grykians already imposing frame.
Energy Converting Implants: The means of which Grykians survive. You see, as a species, Grykians do not eat or drink. They absorb energy directly through their skin. These implants are designed to allow a Grykian to drastic increase the amount of energy they gain from the sun, as well as background radiation. This allows the Grykians to have increased endurance and require less rest than without these implants.
Armored Skin: The Grykian pride and joy. Armored Skin is the term used to describe the process all Grykians go through after birth where they are genetically enhanced with exponentially stronger bones and skin, and their nerves are clipped to increase pain tolerance. These enhancements allow a Grykian to survive the heat of a star, the pressure of space, flight at near the speed of light, and many conventional weapons. A Grykian is capable of lifting tens of thousands of tons and moving at many times the speed of sound thanks to this technology. The Armored Skin is applied using powerful nanobots to further improve the Grykians already imposing frame.
Energy Converting Implants: The means of which Grykians survive. You see, as a species, Grykians do not eat or drink. They absorb energy directly through their skin. These implants are designed to allow a Grykian to drastic increase the amount of energy they gain from the sun, as well as background radiation. This allows the Grykians to have increased endurance and require less rest than without these implants.
Military Structure: Give a brief summary of your Military hierarchy's structure/arrangement.
Describe the different structures within your military here! Again, you may benefit from using multiple hiders for separate structures.
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FacePunch Death Comes
Member
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4 yrs ago
There was a moment of confusion when Lobo wrapped his meaty fingers around Sentinel's face. He'd hit him with almost all of his strength, and yet he's not only still standing but he quips? QUIPS?! He'd dare make a joke when he's an arms length away from a Kryptonian? Sentinel slammed his fists into Lobo's forearm in a useless attempt to make him loosen his grip. Perhaps his heat vision would have been more effective; however, at this distance, he'd risk the beams back-lashing into his eyes. The last time that happened, Sentinel was blind for two days. Luckily help was on the way. The faint sound of feet hitting the ground at mach 1 from half a mile away met Isaac's ears. He smiled, continuing to struggle to keep Lobo's attention locked on him. If Isaac calculated correctly, Accelerate would be making contact in nearly a second. The sound of Accelerate's continuous boom carpet announced his arrival as he slammed into Lobo with a powerful kick. Ha! That ought'ta show the giant lug. He'll be going down any moment now!
...
What?
Sentinel felt his body whip around at incredible speeds and nearly connected with Accelerate. Luckily, Rufus was as fast as Lobo and managed to expertly maneuver the Kryptonian around and land Sentinel on his feet. "Thanks." He barely got out before he noticed a shift in the air. A glance to the left, and Isaac saw the air bending and whirling violently. Microbat had unleashed a sonic scream after he'd thrown a metal door at the bounty hunter. Sentinel slammed a foot into the floor and jumped out of the way at a thousand miles per hour. The sonic scream rushed past the Kryptonian and temporarily deafened Lobo. Isaac's emotions flared as blood seeped from Lobo's eyes. Wait, the bat managed to bleed Lobo, and yet Sentinel's fists made him laugh? WHAT? Does Microbat really hit harder than a freakin' Superman?
Maybe Lobo has a weakness to sonic attacks.
That's gotta be it. Right? I mean, weaknesses are common for powerhouses like a Czarian. Isaac shook it off as Sandstorm encased Lobo in hardened mud. The odd part was how Lobo didn't immediately break free and attack all of them. Since when could clay hold down somebody that can go toe to toe with the Justice League's best and brightest? Maybe Microbat hits harder than Sentinel thought.
The team began to celebrate. Alpha team managed to take down the mech, but it seemed they'd let the tiny defenseless alien escape. Good work there, guys. Really astounding job. Sentinel felt his heart heave within his chest. The fight was over. They'd won. For a second there, he thought that Lobo would have 'em all six feet und-
"AAAAAAAAHHH!"
An energy blast smacked directly into Isaac's back. Searing pain shot throughout Isaac's body was he was thrown through the buffet as well as the wall behind it, before smashing into a car parked nearby. Disorientated, Sentinel didn't notice the quickly expanding pressure within the car's engine.
BOOM!
Sentinel felt himself being thrown back into the restaurant by the explosion. Now, that was didn't hurt nearly as much as the alien shotgun blast he took to the back. He still felt it, though. Sentinel shook his head as darkness threatened to envelope his vision. No! Stay awake! The Titans need you. They can't take Lobo alone. He'll kill them all! Get up, Isaac! ON YOUR FEET.
Isaac forced himself to stand, one foot in front of the other. The shotgun ceased firing as Rose let loose their battlecry for a second time. Sentinel set his jaw and turned towards Lobo. Accelerate ran over to his side and said...something. He must have a plan. Isaac watched as the speedster retrieved two grenades from a pissed off Pistolera and proceeded to blind Lobo. Sentinel switched over to X-ray vision to get a clear view of Lobo. The bounty hunter was knocked off balance and distracted. Simone pulled off some fancy gymnastics and seemed to piss off the big guy even more.
Evan, Zane, and Rufus all seemed to have the same idea:
Sentinel should hit 'im now.
Isaac shot forward, and the sound barrier exploded. The Kryptonian cut through the air like a fighter jet as he accelerated to mach 2 in less than a blink of an eye. He hit full speed as his feet left the floor and he jumped towards the intergalactic bounty hunter. Isaac and the Czarian locked eyes."Round two, asshole!" Sentinel screamed as he put all of his momentum into a single punch. Fist connected with jaw as Lobo launched backwards and through the wall. Sentinel slowed down, but continued to give chase.
"I'm not through with you!"
Isaac caught up with Lobo after a second or two. He started to slam his fists into the freak's face as they continued to rush across San Francisco. Sentinel kept Lobo's momentum going by pounding him with his full-power punches. The pair of combatants crashed through an evacuated apartment building (Sentinel made sure there weren't any civilians inside. Isn't X-ray vision handy?) and kept going. Almost there...
Sentinel slammed his feet through the ground as he and Lobo crashed through a fence. They had arrived at a condemned hotel. He'd seen the building on the news a few days ago. Apparently there'd been an electrical fire and the fire department had arrived too late. Now it was scheduled for deconstruction. Perfect, because it wasn't the only thing in need of deconstruction.
"Finally alone." Sentinel breathed as Lobo stood to his feet. "Ya know, Superman once said something that I feel is pretty appropriate right about now. I feel like this world's made of cardboard. Guys like me and Supes? We have to hold back so we can make sure we don't break anything. Or anyone. But you can take it, can't you? I don't have to hold back without my team around; and you have no idea how good this is gonna make me feel."
Sentinel accelerated to mach 2 once again. He unleashed his heat vision, full bore, as he charged towards Lobo. Fists collided as Lobo and Sentinel tangled. The two went flying into the hotel, smashing through floors and roofs. Things were thrown. Explosions were caused. Sentinel made sure to make use of all of his powers: Speed, strength, heat vision and freeze breathe all working in tandem to take the big guy down. It wasn't going to be easy. Lobo would make Isaac bleed. He might even break a few bones. But Sentinel would be damned if he let that monster hurt anyone else.
...
What?
Sentinel felt his body whip around at incredible speeds and nearly connected with Accelerate. Luckily, Rufus was as fast as Lobo and managed to expertly maneuver the Kryptonian around and land Sentinel on his feet. "Thanks." He barely got out before he noticed a shift in the air. A glance to the left, and Isaac saw the air bending and whirling violently. Microbat had unleashed a sonic scream after he'd thrown a metal door at the bounty hunter. Sentinel slammed a foot into the floor and jumped out of the way at a thousand miles per hour. The sonic scream rushed past the Kryptonian and temporarily deafened Lobo. Isaac's emotions flared as blood seeped from Lobo's eyes. Wait, the bat managed to bleed Lobo, and yet Sentinel's fists made him laugh? WHAT? Does Microbat really hit harder than a freakin' Superman?
Maybe Lobo has a weakness to sonic attacks.
That's gotta be it. Right? I mean, weaknesses are common for powerhouses like a Czarian. Isaac shook it off as Sandstorm encased Lobo in hardened mud. The odd part was how Lobo didn't immediately break free and attack all of them. Since when could clay hold down somebody that can go toe to toe with the Justice League's best and brightest? Maybe Microbat hits harder than Sentinel thought.
The team began to celebrate. Alpha team managed to take down the mech, but it seemed they'd let the tiny defenseless alien escape. Good work there, guys. Really astounding job. Sentinel felt his heart heave within his chest. The fight was over. They'd won. For a second there, he thought that Lobo would have 'em all six feet und-
"AAAAAAAAHHH!"
An energy blast smacked directly into Isaac's back. Searing pain shot throughout Isaac's body was he was thrown through the buffet as well as the wall behind it, before smashing into a car parked nearby. Disorientated, Sentinel didn't notice the quickly expanding pressure within the car's engine.
BOOM!
Sentinel felt himself being thrown back into the restaurant by the explosion. Now, that was didn't hurt nearly as much as the alien shotgun blast he took to the back. He still felt it, though. Sentinel shook his head as darkness threatened to envelope his vision. No! Stay awake! The Titans need you. They can't take Lobo alone. He'll kill them all! Get up, Isaac! ON YOUR FEET.
Isaac forced himself to stand, one foot in front of the other. The shotgun ceased firing as Rose let loose their battlecry for a second time. Sentinel set his jaw and turned towards Lobo. Accelerate ran over to his side and said...something. He must have a plan. Isaac watched as the speedster retrieved two grenades from a pissed off Pistolera and proceeded to blind Lobo. Sentinel switched over to X-ray vision to get a clear view of Lobo. The bounty hunter was knocked off balance and distracted. Simone pulled off some fancy gymnastics and seemed to piss off the big guy even more.
Evan, Zane, and Rufus all seemed to have the same idea:
Sentinel should hit 'im now.
Isaac shot forward, and the sound barrier exploded. The Kryptonian cut through the air like a fighter jet as he accelerated to mach 2 in less than a blink of an eye. He hit full speed as his feet left the floor and he jumped towards the intergalactic bounty hunter. Isaac and the Czarian locked eyes."Round two, asshole!" Sentinel screamed as he put all of his momentum into a single punch. Fist connected with jaw as Lobo launched backwards and through the wall. Sentinel slowed down, but continued to give chase.
"I'm not through with you!"
Isaac caught up with Lobo after a second or two. He started to slam his fists into the freak's face as they continued to rush across San Francisco. Sentinel kept Lobo's momentum going by pounding him with his full-power punches. The pair of combatants crashed through an evacuated apartment building (Sentinel made sure there weren't any civilians inside. Isn't X-ray vision handy?) and kept going. Almost there...
Sentinel slammed his feet through the ground as he and Lobo crashed through a fence. They had arrived at a condemned hotel. He'd seen the building on the news a few days ago. Apparently there'd been an electrical fire and the fire department had arrived too late. Now it was scheduled for deconstruction. Perfect, because it wasn't the only thing in need of deconstruction.
"Finally alone." Sentinel breathed as Lobo stood to his feet. "Ya know, Superman once said something that I feel is pretty appropriate right about now. I feel like this world's made of cardboard. Guys like me and Supes? We have to hold back so we can make sure we don't break anything. Or anyone. But you can take it, can't you? I don't have to hold back without my team around; and you have no idea how good this is gonna make me feel."
Sentinel accelerated to mach 2 once again. He unleashed his heat vision, full bore, as he charged towards Lobo. Fists collided as Lobo and Sentinel tangled. The two went flying into the hotel, smashing through floors and roofs. Things were thrown. Explosions were caused. Sentinel made sure to make use of all of his powers: Speed, strength, heat vision and freeze breathe all working in tandem to take the big guy down. It wasn't going to be easy. Lobo would make Isaac bleed. He might even break a few bones. But Sentinel would be damned if he let that monster hurt anyone else.
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FacePunch Death Comes
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4 yrs ago
Lobo kept talking as Sentinel slammed and smashed him across kingdom come. He thought that Sentinel would accept any kind of deal? With the likes of Lobo? What a joke. No, if Isaac had his way Lobo wouldn't be walking away from this fight. The two powerhouses brawled. Fists collided with flesh and bone as the environment collapsed around them. The combined blows from the pair of enemies could be heard by all who were anywhere nearby. Despite the continuous barrage of attacks delivered by the young Kryptonian the Czarian refused to fall. The two came to a halt in the yard after smashing through a wall and falling five stories onto the dirt below. Lobo moved away from Isaac, who took the respite graciously and caught his breathe as the villain monologued. He mentioned being the last of his kind. How he'd killed everyone he'd ever known when he was only a child. This only proved to Sentinel that this monster deserved what was coming to him.
He shouldn't have killed all those people.
It's not Lobo's choice who gets to live or die. That kind of thing can't be decided by any individual or any agenda. Life was-
-Life was precious.
...
But not Lobo's. He deserved this. Didn't he?
The Czarian produced a knife that gave off an all too familiar glow. Sentinel began to feel panic rise up in his chest as Lobo blitzed forward and slashed him across the chest. The Kryptonite sliced through Sentinel's Kryptonian battle armor like butter. Feeling the knife slice across his chest was the worst pain Isaac had felt since he became a Kryptonian. Blood dripped from the wound as Isaac's skin struggled to heal due to the crippling radiation. Sentinel let loose a howl of pained rage as he tried to strike back. Lobo pared the blow with ease and took a stab at trying to cut Isaac again. The blade sliced deeper this time, leaving trace radiation within the wound itself. Isaac felt his knees grow weak underneath him. His attacks became more and more futile as Lobo continued his offense. Was this the end? Was Lobo stronger than Sentinel had anticipated? Darkness threatened to overcome Sentinel once more, as it had in the restaurant. The end seemed nigh as Sentinel fell to his knees and awaited the final strike.
Yet none came. Two beams of familiar energy slammed into the bounty hunter and sent him flying into an equally as familiar green construct. Sentinel leaped to his feet, raising an arm to join in the fight against Lobo despite his crippling weakness having struck him multiple times in the chest. Yet Isaac felt himself stopped by his mentor. That S, the second most recognizable symbol on planet earth was what greeted the weary warrior. "Kal, I-" Sentinel began. But Superman would have none of it. "That's enough, son." He said before Sentinel collapsed in his friend's arms. "I tried. He...He was stronger than me." But not strong enough, Isaac thought. "You'll be alright. You did just fine, Sentinel. You made the House of El proud today." Green Lantern gave Superman a certain look. Sentinel understood it well. 'Good?' Green Lantern implied. 'He tried to kill lobo.'
"Can I go home, Superman?"
"Yeah. It's time to go home, Sentinel. I'll take you back to the T-Wing. You'll be at the tower in no time."
No, Sentinel thought. Not the tower. Home. To the Fortress, where he belonged. But alas. Martian Manhunter was not here to know Sentinel's true thoughts. Soon, Sentinel found himself side by side with the rest of the Teen Titans aboard the T-Wing. Isaac caught a glimpse of Batman as the plane took flight and they were surrounded by a deafening silence. The mission had been a failure. Two enemies nearly escaped and Sentinel had almost done the unthinkable. Or, perhaps, he'd nearly died. The team probably didn't know that. Heck, Batman probably didn't know. Only two of the Leaguers had been there to see the fight; and neither Clark or Jordan were known for talking about stuff like that.
At least the view was good. Nothing like flight to calm the nerves, eh? Sentinel took a deep breath as he stepped off the T-Wing's ramp and onto the cold floor. He walked with the rest of the team toward the elevator and rode up with them in silence. Evan seemed excited to be back and out of his shirt; no surprise there. Sentinel stepped into the kitchen and glanced at Ariel. The girl had a look of hatred in her eyes as the two made eye contact. Of course she did. Sentinel had ruined the mission in her mind. I mean, it isn't like he dragged Lobo as far from the team as possible to keep them safe or anything. And it isn't like he took on the bounty hunter one on one, nearly winning until the cheat pulled out Kryptonite. Oh no, it was ALL Isaac's fault to that arrogant, selfish little piece of-
Calm down. Don't hurt her. She's just scared, that's all. They were all scared.
Sentinel decided it was for his best interest to avoid eye contact. Rose entered the room, and Isaac steeled himself for the worst of it. No doubt, she had some choice words for her titans. He'd probably take the brunt of it, too. Sentinel rubbed his scarred chest and shifted his suit around to make himself more comfortable. He'd need to fix it before he used it for anything else. Which sucked, considering he only owned a single pair of jeans and a Superboy shirt to replace it.
Ravager indeed seemed to have plenty to say. She assaulted a defenseless glass of wine with her lightsaber before addressing the rest of the group. Yeah, Isaac did consider it a job well done. Especially when you consider that everyone but Sentinel was street level at best, yeah; they did pretty damn well. Better than any other team like them could have done. That wasn't what riled Sentinel though. No, it was her next set of comments that made this teapot shriek.
"-we're lucky the League came by when they did otherwise we'd all be taking him down." She spat pointing towards Sentinel. "I know what it's like to have blood lust, to have a chip in your shoulder. Believe I've been there, I've tried to kill before. But you've got to get it under control, you weren't given those powers to become a murderer."
"WHA-" Isaac felt his his cheeks catch fire. He started to figuratively choke on his own words as he held back an explosion of emotion. How DARE she presume they were anything alike. Her father was a world renowned assassin. She was trained from birth to be a murder and a thug. The kind of person Sentinel is looking to off. Yet she thinks she's better than Isaac. Even if she is, it wasn't her place to call him out in front of everyone. Like they needed the extra reason to hate him. And she wanted them to bond? They'd probably want to play 'hang the Sentinel' when Rose left! How's that for a party?! Make the Kryptonian failure a pinata! Beat him until he gushes candy! Yay! It isn't like Isaac has feeling anyway. It isn't like he cares what his teammates thinks. Or, by Rao, that he might just have wanted to keep the closest thing he has to friends safe.
Rose 'I'm better than you' Wilson left them all with the orders to relax. "I'll be in my room." He said quietly. "Gotta let these cuts heal." Sentinel turned away from the rest of his team and slowly made his way towards the stairs and up to his room. He ignored the antics of his teammates as he disappeared from sight. Moments later he found himself changing out of his ruined costume and into what was the entirety of his wardrobe of clothes. He stopped, taking a seat on the side of his (totally useless) bed and looking in the mirror.
"You're suppose to be Superman." He told himself. "Superman is a symbol of hope. Power. He fights for truth and justice. Everyone on the face of the planet look up to him. He's all their favorite hero. The world love him." Sentinel sighed, staring at that accursed S on his shirt. "And what are you? A symbol of anger and hate. Weakness. You fight to kill and murder. Your teammates are afraid of you. Threaten you. The world? The world ignores you. Like a bad joke." Sentinel looked down at his chest and grabbed a handful of his shirt, ripping the S off. "You don't deserve this." He mumbled, before opening his door and throwing the S down the stairs. He turned and looked out of the window at the sun as it disappeared behind San Francisco.
Not strong enough. Never strong enough.
He shouldn't have killed all those people.
It's not Lobo's choice who gets to live or die. That kind of thing can't be decided by any individual or any agenda. Life was-
-Life was precious.
...
But not Lobo's. He deserved this. Didn't he?
The Czarian produced a knife that gave off an all too familiar glow. Sentinel began to feel panic rise up in his chest as Lobo blitzed forward and slashed him across the chest. The Kryptonite sliced through Sentinel's Kryptonian battle armor like butter. Feeling the knife slice across his chest was the worst pain Isaac had felt since he became a Kryptonian. Blood dripped from the wound as Isaac's skin struggled to heal due to the crippling radiation. Sentinel let loose a howl of pained rage as he tried to strike back. Lobo pared the blow with ease and took a stab at trying to cut Isaac again. The blade sliced deeper this time, leaving trace radiation within the wound itself. Isaac felt his knees grow weak underneath him. His attacks became more and more futile as Lobo continued his offense. Was this the end? Was Lobo stronger than Sentinel had anticipated? Darkness threatened to overcome Sentinel once more, as it had in the restaurant. The end seemed nigh as Sentinel fell to his knees and awaited the final strike.
Yet none came. Two beams of familiar energy slammed into the bounty hunter and sent him flying into an equally as familiar green construct. Sentinel leaped to his feet, raising an arm to join in the fight against Lobo despite his crippling weakness having struck him multiple times in the chest. Yet Isaac felt himself stopped by his mentor. That S, the second most recognizable symbol on planet earth was what greeted the weary warrior. "Kal, I-" Sentinel began. But Superman would have none of it. "That's enough, son." He said before Sentinel collapsed in his friend's arms. "I tried. He...He was stronger than me." But not strong enough, Isaac thought. "You'll be alright. You did just fine, Sentinel. You made the House of El proud today." Green Lantern gave Superman a certain look. Sentinel understood it well. 'Good?' Green Lantern implied. 'He tried to kill lobo.'
"Can I go home, Superman?"
"Yeah. It's time to go home, Sentinel. I'll take you back to the T-Wing. You'll be at the tower in no time."
No, Sentinel thought. Not the tower. Home. To the Fortress, where he belonged. But alas. Martian Manhunter was not here to know Sentinel's true thoughts. Soon, Sentinel found himself side by side with the rest of the Teen Titans aboard the T-Wing. Isaac caught a glimpse of Batman as the plane took flight and they were surrounded by a deafening silence. The mission had been a failure. Two enemies nearly escaped and Sentinel had almost done the unthinkable. Or, perhaps, he'd nearly died. The team probably didn't know that. Heck, Batman probably didn't know. Only two of the Leaguers had been there to see the fight; and neither Clark or Jordan were known for talking about stuff like that.
At least the view was good. Nothing like flight to calm the nerves, eh? Sentinel took a deep breath as he stepped off the T-Wing's ramp and onto the cold floor. He walked with the rest of the team toward the elevator and rode up with them in silence. Evan seemed excited to be back and out of his shirt; no surprise there. Sentinel stepped into the kitchen and glanced at Ariel. The girl had a look of hatred in her eyes as the two made eye contact. Of course she did. Sentinel had ruined the mission in her mind. I mean, it isn't like he dragged Lobo as far from the team as possible to keep them safe or anything. And it isn't like he took on the bounty hunter one on one, nearly winning until the cheat pulled out Kryptonite. Oh no, it was ALL Isaac's fault to that arrogant, selfish little piece of-
Calm down. Don't hurt her. She's just scared, that's all. They were all scared.
Sentinel decided it was for his best interest to avoid eye contact. Rose entered the room, and Isaac steeled himself for the worst of it. No doubt, she had some choice words for her titans. He'd probably take the brunt of it, too. Sentinel rubbed his scarred chest and shifted his suit around to make himself more comfortable. He'd need to fix it before he used it for anything else. Which sucked, considering he only owned a single pair of jeans and a Superboy shirt to replace it.
Ravager indeed seemed to have plenty to say. She assaulted a defenseless glass of wine with her lightsaber before addressing the rest of the group. Yeah, Isaac did consider it a job well done. Especially when you consider that everyone but Sentinel was street level at best, yeah; they did pretty damn well. Better than any other team like them could have done. That wasn't what riled Sentinel though. No, it was her next set of comments that made this teapot shriek.
"-we're lucky the League came by when they did otherwise we'd all be taking him down." She spat pointing towards Sentinel. "I know what it's like to have blood lust, to have a chip in your shoulder. Believe I've been there, I've tried to kill before. But you've got to get it under control, you weren't given those powers to become a murderer."
"WHA-" Isaac felt his his cheeks catch fire. He started to figuratively choke on his own words as he held back an explosion of emotion. How DARE she presume they were anything alike. Her father was a world renowned assassin. She was trained from birth to be a murder and a thug. The kind of person Sentinel is looking to off. Yet she thinks she's better than Isaac. Even if she is, it wasn't her place to call him out in front of everyone. Like they needed the extra reason to hate him. And she wanted them to bond? They'd probably want to play 'hang the Sentinel' when Rose left! How's that for a party?! Make the Kryptonian failure a pinata! Beat him until he gushes candy! Yay! It isn't like Isaac has feeling anyway. It isn't like he cares what his teammates thinks. Or, by Rao, that he might just have wanted to keep the closest thing he has to friends safe.
Rose 'I'm better than you' Wilson left them all with the orders to relax. "I'll be in my room." He said quietly. "Gotta let these cuts heal." Sentinel turned away from the rest of his team and slowly made his way towards the stairs and up to his room. He ignored the antics of his teammates as he disappeared from sight. Moments later he found himself changing out of his ruined costume and into what was the entirety of his wardrobe of clothes. He stopped, taking a seat on the side of his (totally useless) bed and looking in the mirror.
"You're suppose to be Superman." He told himself. "Superman is a symbol of hope. Power. He fights for truth and justice. Everyone on the face of the planet look up to him. He's all their favorite hero. The world love him." Sentinel sighed, staring at that accursed S on his shirt. "And what are you? A symbol of anger and hate. Weakness. You fight to kill and murder. Your teammates are afraid of you. Threaten you. The world? The world ignores you. Like a bad joke." Sentinel looked down at his chest and grabbed a handful of his shirt, ripping the S off. "You don't deserve this." He mumbled, before opening his door and throwing the S down the stairs. He turned and looked out of the window at the sun as it disappeared behind San Francisco.
Not strong enough. Never strong enough.
OP
FacePunch Death Comes
Member
Seen
4 yrs ago
Sentinel stood in solemn silence as he listened. He could hear her movements more clearly than he could see the stars in the night sky. Rhea. Isaac thought with a sigh. When he heard her walking up the stairs before, he hadn't made her much mind. He thought she would just keep walking; even when she found the S. That thought didn't last long. His superhuman hearing made sure he understood her very well when she spoke. It was like a whisper. The kind of sound a person makes when they don't want to be heard, but can't help but speak. Sentinel sat back down on his bed once more, his eyes locked on the door. Isaac could hear her footsteps. She was coming up the stairs right about now. What was she going to say? She didn't sound angry when she spoke to the shirt. But then, why else would she want to come talk to the walking hand grenade other than to yell at him? Her footsteps stopped. Now Cell was close enough that Sentinel could hear her very heartbeat. When she first spoke his name, Sentinel didn't move. If she wanted in, if she wanted to talk to Isaac, she'd need to do better than that. The Kryptonian wasn't exactly jumping at the opportunity to talk to someone right now. He was having a moment of weakness. Those seemed to be getting more and more regular, which was a frightening prospect. Isaac despised his own weakness more than the failings of any other person.
Rhea called again. Sentinel didn't move.
She asked if she could come in. To Cell's credit, that was the most polite anyone had been when asking Sentinel for something in a long time. Isaac stood, moving as silently as a phantom toward the door. She spoke of tea. Rhea wanted to talk about something...over tea. She was definitely European.
Sentinel's hand engulfed the door knob. He didn't move, debating whether he should open the door. This could be the worst choice he'd ever make, or the best. Whether or not to open the door. To release the lock, and open the proverbial flood gate to his heart and soul. If Isaac opened himself up to Rhea...
...What's the worst that could happen? She turns out to be here to twist the knife a bit further? Sentinel could squash her like an ant beneath his boot. Maybe his teammates start to talk. Start to whisper. Sentinel has a weakness. Whatever. If things kept going the way they are, 'Sentinel' wouldn't be around much longer. Isaac Grant wouldn't need to worry about what the Titans thought of their biggest liability.
Isaac turned the door knob.
He forced a polite smile onto his face as he looked down at Rhea. At first, Isaac was worried his appearance might frighten her. After all, he had a giant hole in his shirt and a couple of nasty looking cuts on his chest. Sentinel's worries seemed unfounded as he noticed that Rhea's robe was covered in blood; at least he wasn't the only one who needed a new costume.
"Uhm," He began. "Please. Come in." Sentinel opened the door and allowed Rhea into his humble abode. The room was pretty bare. The closest was open and empty. His bed looked like it hadn't been used since the day Sentinel arrived. Sentinel's uniform was strewn out over the floor next to the large window on the opposite side of the room. Yes, rather bare bones indeed. 'Course Isaac never used it so the accessories didn't matter. Grant took a seat on his bed and patted the spot next to him. "What kind of tea is it?" At least tea was a good conversation starter.
Rhea called again. Sentinel didn't move.
She asked if she could come in. To Cell's credit, that was the most polite anyone had been when asking Sentinel for something in a long time. Isaac stood, moving as silently as a phantom toward the door. She spoke of tea. Rhea wanted to talk about something...over tea. She was definitely European.
Sentinel's hand engulfed the door knob. He didn't move, debating whether he should open the door. This could be the worst choice he'd ever make, or the best. Whether or not to open the door. To release the lock, and open the proverbial flood gate to his heart and soul. If Isaac opened himself up to Rhea...
...What's the worst that could happen? She turns out to be here to twist the knife a bit further? Sentinel could squash her like an ant beneath his boot. Maybe his teammates start to talk. Start to whisper. Sentinel has a weakness. Whatever. If things kept going the way they are, 'Sentinel' wouldn't be around much longer. Isaac Grant wouldn't need to worry about what the Titans thought of their biggest liability.
Isaac turned the door knob.
He forced a polite smile onto his face as he looked down at Rhea. At first, Isaac was worried his appearance might frighten her. After all, he had a giant hole in his shirt and a couple of nasty looking cuts on his chest. Sentinel's worries seemed unfounded as he noticed that Rhea's robe was covered in blood; at least he wasn't the only one who needed a new costume.
"Uhm," He began. "Please. Come in." Sentinel opened the door and allowed Rhea into his humble abode. The room was pretty bare. The closest was open and empty. His bed looked like it hadn't been used since the day Sentinel arrived. Sentinel's uniform was strewn out over the floor next to the large window on the opposite side of the room. Yes, rather bare bones indeed. 'Course Isaac never used it so the accessories didn't matter. Grant took a seat on his bed and patted the spot next to him. "What kind of tea is it?" At least tea was a good conversation starter.
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Isaac took the small, delicate cup into his hands. Careful not to shatter the porcelain container, Sentinel took a sip of this 'earl grey tea.' He wasn't the world's foremost expert on all things tea; Earl Grey sounded like the name of a famous actor and not a drink derived from...Some kind of citrus? "Well." Sentinel stated before taking another sip of the strangely delicious beverage. "I can see why it's your favorite. Thank you. For..All this." Isaac cracked a small smile when Rhea mentioned her raggedy appearance. He chuckled with her, motioning to his own state of disrepair. "I'm in no place to complain." It's not like he'd complain about Rhea's looks in a million years. Just seeing those auburn eyes was enough to calm the restless Boy of Steel.
Not that he'd tell her that. Not in a million years.
She's not the first girl to smile at me. I think. Have any other girls ever smiled at me? Does Supergirl count as a real girl? Because she's smiled at my awful puns once or twice. Wait a second. Oops. There's actually someone in the room other than just Isaac and the dust mites. Oh man, how long have they been sitting there in total silence? Was he being awkward? This is the longest conversation Isaac's had with anyone who's name doesn't start with the word 'Super.' Sentinel gave Rhea the least awkward look he could as she began to laugh. Her heartbeat was faster than normal. She must be agitated or excited. The real ice breaker soon followed when Rhea broke the silence with a hilarious confession.
"Oh, thank Rao!" Sentinel laughed. He let loose all of his pent up emotion in one long chucklefest. "I thought I was supposed to say something next. I was kind'a worried there was some kind of unspoken rules to talking during tea." Isaac lowered his back, setting both palms down on the bed as he let himself really relax. It seemed the pair's combined awkwardness had managed to overwhelm the 'social standards meter' and caused it to overload, breaking the proverbial ice unintentionally. What an odd analogy Isaac just thought up. Whatever.
"Thanks." Sentinel said in regard to the room comment. "Although, if I'm being totally honest, I'm never in here. I live up on the roof." Isaac pointed at the ceiling and shrugged. "I don't really sleep; All I need is a little sun to get my blood flowing." Sentinel took another drink of the tea, using his ice breath to subtly cool it down. Huh, Isaac told himself, I've never been able to control my powers that well. After a moment of consideration Sentinel understood what was happening. He rarely used his abilities in a state like this. A state of...Happiness? Calm? Bliss? All of the above, even? Maybe that was going to far. Maybe he'd just grown accustomed to boiling rage and dark hatred, and forgotten what simple content felt like.
Maybe he should try this social thing more often.
Isaac noticed the change in Rhea's tone almost the moment she started to speak. Her accent lessened, and she seemed to become more serious than before. Isaac made a side note of Rhea's sentient being comment. He wasn't any good at the whole 'being polite' thing, but he was sure that was deliberate. Why would she choose such a vague trait to try connecting with Sentinel on a personal level? Was 'person' too good for a Kryptonian rage monster? All he was in her mind was 'sentient?!' One celled organisms are 'sentient' too! What is this?
Cell offered a brief respite in her little speech. She took Isaac's side on the Lobo issue, which calmed Sentinel down a little. Jeez, did one little adjective really set him off like that? Isaac needed to get control of himself before someone actually insulted him and Sentinel turned into a murderer.
"You're not." Sentinel whispered. Why did Rhea need to add that last part? 'I could be wrong.' And the way she said it. The inflections she made with her voice. The little, unconscious things people do when they're being too careful. So that was it, then? Was Rhea just trying to keep the Teapot from shrieking? Was that what this was all about? Isaac's anger issues? She wasn't here for Isaac. To be his friend. To get to know a fellow person who needed some interaction. She was here to cover her own skin! So when he went off he'd be especially careful not to hurt her!
Wait, Grant. Stop. Stop it you annoying, bipolar little brat. Stop listening for the undertones. Don't focus on the heartbeat and the breathing or what she's doing with her voice. Shut up and listen to her. Listen to what she's saying! Rhea's your friend; and you better be damn sure not to hurt her the next time you blow your top. Not to hurt anyone.
"Cancer?" The storm of emotions that clouded Sentinel's eyes stopped abruptly as Rhea brought up her past experiences. He only felt pity now. He could definitely understand her. All Cell wanted to do was help people. She just wanted to use her powers to protect them. Sure, she wasn't the best at controlling them and sometimes she might make dumb choices. But that wasn't the point! Rhea wanted to keep them all safe. To save them. Why couldn't the Titans see that Sentinel only wanted to keep them all safe. That's all he ever wanted. No matter how dumb, convoluted or violent; everything Isaac did and said was for the good of other people.
Rhea started to sound like a self-help book when she spouted a couple of admittedly very quotable lines.
Just because you stumble doesn't mean that you're lost.
Don't understand me. That's an understatement. Isaac rarely understands himself. All these emotions...So powerful. So strong. Yet all they seem to make Sentinel is weak. Huh. Could Rhea be the one? Was she really strong enough?
Isaac smiled and ignored the thoughts biting at the back of his mind. "That's very impressive." Sentinel joked as Rhea moved her ears. Isaac reache a tentative hand over to Rhea, taking the tiny, delicate things into his own palms. He ever so carefully wrapped his fingers around hers. He was determined not to hurt her. "Thank you." Those two words were filled with more emotion than the entire Spanish soap opera channel. Channel 39, El Loco, to be more specific. (Don't judge.)
"I'd appreciate it, actually. The Kryptonite traces left in the scar tissue are killing me." Sentinel instinctively removed his shirt (or what was left of it) to allow better access to the newly formed wounds. With the shirt off, Isaac exposed a plethora of other injures that had healed incorrectly and left massive scars. "This wasn't my first bad spill, incidentally." Wearing the 'S' on your chest attracted a lot of attention. Not all of it was from adoring fan girls. "No need to worry about cancer. I can't exactly get sick. Unless it's Kryptonite related, I guess, but I doubt you have any of that on you."
Now came the hard part. Whether or not, and just how much, Isaac should reveal to his new found friend. She seemed to sincere. But they all did, didn't they? Terra seemed pretty sincere when she was around too. But we all remember how that turned out.
But an arrow has to be pulled back before it is launched into greater heights, as they say.
Alright. Maybe Isaac would share a little bit. But not too much. No need to tell her ever little thing about him.
"Well...I..I'd like you to know how much I'm trusting you right now. The only other person on the team who knows any of this is Rose." With that disclaimer out of the way, Isaac began his tale. "For starters, I'm not a real Kryptonian. I used to be as human as you or anyone else. I got my powers from wishing on a falling star. When I was eight my mom died in a car accident. She was driving home from work when it started to rain. She...She lost control of the car and went plummeting off a bridge. She drowned in a lake because she couldn't get out of the car.
That's when my dad started to lose it. He started drinking more and more, and left me with my uncle almost every day after I'd get out of school. I hated the few days when Uncle Nelson wasn't available, because my dad used to beat me when he got really wasted." Sentinel paused for a moment. He looked at Rhea, biting his lip. "If this is too much for you, I can stop."
Not that he'd tell her that. Not in a million years.
She's not the first girl to smile at me. I think. Have any other girls ever smiled at me? Does Supergirl count as a real girl? Because she's smiled at my awful puns once or twice. Wait a second. Oops. There's actually someone in the room other than just Isaac and the dust mites. Oh man, how long have they been sitting there in total silence? Was he being awkward? This is the longest conversation Isaac's had with anyone who's name doesn't start with the word 'Super.' Sentinel gave Rhea the least awkward look he could as she began to laugh. Her heartbeat was faster than normal. She must be agitated or excited. The real ice breaker soon followed when Rhea broke the silence with a hilarious confession.
"Oh, thank Rao!" Sentinel laughed. He let loose all of his pent up emotion in one long chucklefest. "I thought I was supposed to say something next. I was kind'a worried there was some kind of unspoken rules to talking during tea." Isaac lowered his back, setting both palms down on the bed as he let himself really relax. It seemed the pair's combined awkwardness had managed to overwhelm the 'social standards meter' and caused it to overload, breaking the proverbial ice unintentionally. What an odd analogy Isaac just thought up. Whatever.
"Thanks." Sentinel said in regard to the room comment. "Although, if I'm being totally honest, I'm never in here. I live up on the roof." Isaac pointed at the ceiling and shrugged. "I don't really sleep; All I need is a little sun to get my blood flowing." Sentinel took another drink of the tea, using his ice breath to subtly cool it down. Huh, Isaac told himself, I've never been able to control my powers that well. After a moment of consideration Sentinel understood what was happening. He rarely used his abilities in a state like this. A state of...Happiness? Calm? Bliss? All of the above, even? Maybe that was going to far. Maybe he'd just grown accustomed to boiling rage and dark hatred, and forgotten what simple content felt like.
Maybe he should try this social thing more often.
Isaac noticed the change in Rhea's tone almost the moment she started to speak. Her accent lessened, and she seemed to become more serious than before. Isaac made a side note of Rhea's sentient being comment. He wasn't any good at the whole 'being polite' thing, but he was sure that was deliberate. Why would she choose such a vague trait to try connecting with Sentinel on a personal level? Was 'person' too good for a Kryptonian rage monster? All he was in her mind was 'sentient?!' One celled organisms are 'sentient' too! What is this?
Cell offered a brief respite in her little speech. She took Isaac's side on the Lobo issue, which calmed Sentinel down a little. Jeez, did one little adjective really set him off like that? Isaac needed to get control of himself before someone actually insulted him and Sentinel turned into a murderer.
"You're not." Sentinel whispered. Why did Rhea need to add that last part? 'I could be wrong.' And the way she said it. The inflections she made with her voice. The little, unconscious things people do when they're being too careful. So that was it, then? Was Rhea just trying to keep the Teapot from shrieking? Was that what this was all about? Isaac's anger issues? She wasn't here for Isaac. To be his friend. To get to know a fellow person who needed some interaction. She was here to cover her own skin! So when he went off he'd be especially careful not to hurt her!
Wait, Grant. Stop. Stop it you annoying, bipolar little brat. Stop listening for the undertones. Don't focus on the heartbeat and the breathing or what she's doing with her voice. Shut up and listen to her. Listen to what she's saying! Rhea's your friend; and you better be damn sure not to hurt her the next time you blow your top. Not to hurt anyone.
"Cancer?" The storm of emotions that clouded Sentinel's eyes stopped abruptly as Rhea brought up her past experiences. He only felt pity now. He could definitely understand her. All Cell wanted to do was help people. She just wanted to use her powers to protect them. Sure, she wasn't the best at controlling them and sometimes she might make dumb choices. But that wasn't the point! Rhea wanted to keep them all safe. To save them. Why couldn't the Titans see that Sentinel only wanted to keep them all safe. That's all he ever wanted. No matter how dumb, convoluted or violent; everything Isaac did and said was for the good of other people.
Rhea started to sound like a self-help book when she spouted a couple of admittedly very quotable lines.
Just because you stumble doesn't mean that you're lost.
Don't understand me. That's an understatement. Isaac rarely understands himself. All these emotions...So powerful. So strong. Yet all they seem to make Sentinel is weak. Huh. Could Rhea be the one? Was she really strong enough?
Isaac smiled and ignored the thoughts biting at the back of his mind. "That's very impressive." Sentinel joked as Rhea moved her ears. Isaac reache a tentative hand over to Rhea, taking the tiny, delicate things into his own palms. He ever so carefully wrapped his fingers around hers. He was determined not to hurt her. "Thank you." Those two words were filled with more emotion than the entire Spanish soap opera channel. Channel 39, El Loco, to be more specific. (Don't judge.)
"I'd appreciate it, actually. The Kryptonite traces left in the scar tissue are killing me." Sentinel instinctively removed his shirt (or what was left of it) to allow better access to the newly formed wounds. With the shirt off, Isaac exposed a plethora of other injures that had healed incorrectly and left massive scars. "This wasn't my first bad spill, incidentally." Wearing the 'S' on your chest attracted a lot of attention. Not all of it was from adoring fan girls. "No need to worry about cancer. I can't exactly get sick. Unless it's Kryptonite related, I guess, but I doubt you have any of that on you."
Now came the hard part. Whether or not, and just how much, Isaac should reveal to his new found friend. She seemed to sincere. But they all did, didn't they? Terra seemed pretty sincere when she was around too. But we all remember how that turned out.
But an arrow has to be pulled back before it is launched into greater heights, as they say.
Alright. Maybe Isaac would share a little bit. But not too much. No need to tell her ever little thing about him.
"Well...I..I'd like you to know how much I'm trusting you right now. The only other person on the team who knows any of this is Rose." With that disclaimer out of the way, Isaac began his tale. "For starters, I'm not a real Kryptonian. I used to be as human as you or anyone else. I got my powers from wishing on a falling star. When I was eight my mom died in a car accident. She was driving home from work when it started to rain. She...She lost control of the car and went plummeting off a bridge. She drowned in a lake because she couldn't get out of the car.
That's when my dad started to lose it. He started drinking more and more, and left me with my uncle almost every day after I'd get out of school. I hated the few days when Uncle Nelson wasn't available, because my dad used to beat me when he got really wasted." Sentinel paused for a moment. He looked at Rhea, biting his lip. "If this is too much for you, I can stop."
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"I trust you about as far as I can throw you."
Isaac quipped as Rhea put her hand on his cheek. The act was probably meant to keep Sentinel calm, but all the gesture really managed was making Isaac's cheeks flush. Holdings hands was one thing. The whole 'caressing your face' part? That was another thing entirely. Like, slow down girl. The world isn't ending any time soon. Isaac returned the smile in an effort to hide his discomfort at her touch. He supposed this was his fault, grasping at her hands like he did. Gotta live with the consequences, Isaac guessed. 'Course, things became much more heated when she kissed him on the forehead. Moving very fast, indeed! Luckily the shows of affection soon passed as Rhea went to work fixing Isaac's newest battle scars. He tried to pay attention as she explained how her powers worked. Isaac really did. But there was something bothering him. A tingling at the back of his neck. An itching at his mind. An intuition, warning him of...Something. Sentinel didn't know what. But the feeling was eerily similar to what he felt the day his mother had died. A warning from a higher power, perhaps? Isaac decided to investigate as best he could.
He opened his ears up first, fine tuning his hearing to detect even the slightest sounds within the tower. Music. An accelerated heartbeat. Who's was it? Isaac listened to the frequency more carefully. That was definitely Sandstorm's ticker going off. Heh, he must be watching Ariel flirt with Evan.
Footsteps. A door opened. Where was Accelerate heading off to?
Justin was talking to himself. Sentinel quickly blocked Thermo's self-chiding out. He knew what it was like to need a moment to yourself. Heck, Sentinel had come up to his room for just that. Isaac made a note to himself to talk to Justin more; maybe they had something in common.
Another door just opened. Now who could that be? Sentinel looked behind him and downwards, activating his X-Ray vision. Simone was coming in. Where'd she been? Probably out for a smoke. That girl was going to ruin her lungs if she wasn't careful. Whatever. Isaac shouldn't be worrying about her health, when she didn't worry about anyone else's.
Sentinel turned his attention back to Rhea. He'd observed everyone's actions within the tower in the span of about two or three words. Super senses definitely had their uses. Isaac could do and see whatever he wanted, and no one could stop it. No one would even know. Quite a bit of power over everyone else, if you really thought about it. Sentinel was nearly omnipresent when it came to things inside and around the tower. Sentinel saw all. He heard all. Sadly, he also smelled all. Heh. Maybe everyone should invest in lead lined underwear.
"Oh, no. You're fine. There isn't much that can gross me out. Having you inside me is a nice sentiment." By Rao, that sounded better in Isaac's head. Maybe she wouldn't notice. That's not what Isaac meant at all.
Never stop holding his- Oh. They're still holding hands. Isaac barely even noticed. Was that a problem? That was probably a problem. "Beautiful, huh? That's a new one." Grant had heard plenty about his scars. Most of the time, people thought they made him even scarier. Or more of a badass. But beautiful? That was definitely new. She probably had some deep insight into her comment. Yep, there it was. Isaac mulled over what she meant between each word. With his enhanced mind and reflexes, the young Kryptonian had more time than he knew what to do with. What were merely seconds for other people were like minutes to Isaac. He'd gotten used to the time gaps almost as soon as he had his powers (probably a side effect of how they were applied) but it was still a bit strange. So much time to think. Thinking wasn't always a good thing; especially not for Isaac. He usually ended up digging himself into an emotional sink hole, making things worse with assumption after assumption.
Ha. Strong. Sentinel was far from strong. He might be able to bench press an aircraft carrier, but he was the farthest anyone had ever been from strong. His mind was like a raging storm, never truly calmed. He overreacted to everything. He held on to his past, everything that had gone wrong in his life, and let it fester and boil inside. All that was wrong with the world was what fueled Sentinel's rage. That one, powerful emotion overshadowing all of Isaac's other feelings. He knew happiness, but he rarely found it when all he could see around him made him so angry. Isaac was emotionally weak. Prone to random spouts of explosive anger. He could barely control himself. Physically, he was even weaker. Bench pressing an aircraft carrier? Child's play. Superman has moved planets. Running at mach 2? The Flash perceives things in less than an attosecond. An attosecond! That's the amount of time it takes light to travel the length of a single molecule. And he can see that. Who is Sentinel, standing next to these...These gods? He was nothing. A speck of dust. A single grain of sand. History would not long remember the Teen Titan Superboy wannabe, who spent his life brooding on a rooftop.
Rhea's laughter broke up Isaac's internal brooding session.
"I also have me own scars and I guess ye be seein' them soon."
Huh?! Di- Is- She- W- But- I- Uhhhh. Uhhhhh. Okay, what in the name of all that is good and holy is she talking about? Is she going to take off her shirt to-
"Not all scars ar' on da flesh, y'know?"
Oh. I'm an idiot.
"But, I wud just like to say dat... I'm really happy fer yer trust in me. I know it ain't easy to tell yer story to a woman in bloodstained robes who had carried a tray of earl grey and, to add to that, invaded your privacy. But, know that I am grateful... for everything." Rhea grinned, exhaling a large amount of air. "Yer a good person, Sentinel. Dun let anyone be tellin' ya otherwise."
D'wahhhhh. How sweet. Totally, completely and utterly wrong, but sweet. Rhea...such innocent. Such confidence in a total stranger. She was a better friend than Sentinel deserved. He's not a good person, and he knows that. Isaac's a bloodthirtsty, hate-filled psychopath who's accepted his role in society. He's going to kill all the world's Bizzaros, Jokers and Lex Luthors. Sentinel wouldn't stop, either, until every last murderer and villain was dead. Rhea definitely deserved someone better than a raging vigilante. She needed a real hero. Someone like Microbat or Accelerate or Sandstorm. People who would care about her, who would protect her with their lives. Not Sentinel. Sentinel was meant for something else. Love wasn't on the agenda.
"Uh, yeah. Thanks. Anyway, I'll continue my little story."
"Right, well. Dad used to beat me. I don't want to get into the gory details, but some of these scars? He gave me those before I had my powers. My tenth birthday, I was sleeping over at Uncle Nelson's mansion. When dad came by to pick me up, he couldn't walk straight. So I knew things would be bad. I was sitting in the window sill when he drove up in his old pick up truck. I saw him stumbling toward the front door when I saw this bright light shooting across the sky. I'd heard that people liked to wish on falling stars. That...That they were magic. I was a stupid little kid, so I decided to make a wish. I wanted to fix my life. Bring back my mom. Save my dad from himself. When I was ten, my absolute favorite superhero was Superman. I thought he could do anything! So I looked at that star..." Sentinel look down at Rhea, smiling from ear to ear. His eyes shined with passion as he looked down at her. "And I asked to be like Superman."
Isaac's elation dissipated as he continued to tell his story. But an inkling of that joy, that love, was still there. "I confronted my dad that night. I felt invincible. I told him that he needed to stop drinking. That he needed to stop being such a jackass. I wanted my dad back. I wanted the man who raised me, who vowed to love me until the end of days, to return. Then he punched me in the face." Sentinel laughed. "He broke his wrist just hitting me."
"I gave up on my dad right then, and left. He couldn't stop me. I was Superman! Nobody could stop me! I took all of my things and packed them into a bag and left. I wandered around the United States for a while, using my powers to help people. When I found myself in Coast City, I met my first Justice Leaguer. The Green Lantern. He introduced me to Superman after I told him my story. The rest is history, I guess."
Isaac sighed. It was nice to get that all off his chest again. He'd told a couple of people, but never anyone as close to his age as Rhea. It was nice to have someone in the tower that he could confide in, even if it didn't last.
"Hey Rhea?" Isaac asked after a moment of silence. "If you ever need to talk, you can come to me. This was nice. It's been awhile since I've felt this good." Sentinel took a deep breath before closing his eyes and lying down. Content. There's that word again. It seemed to be cropping up a lot during this conversation.
The rapid sound of feet approaching the tower entered Sentinel's super-ears. Accelerate was back, it would seem. He sounded heavier. What'd Rufus bring back with him? A body bag? No, too light to be a person. A subtle sniff from Isaac's nose answered told him that Rufus had brought pizza. Mmmm. Isaac had always loved pizza. Sentinel didn't need to eat, but he was physically capable. And food tasted pretty good. In all actuality, he could probably eat as much as he wanted with no repercussions. Sentinel didn't need to go to the bathroom since his body would convert all of the pizza into extra energy; even the stuff that would be deemed useless to a human being.
"Hey, Rhea? You hungry?" a mischievous smile crossed his face as he asked her. A moment later, the intercom went off as Accelerate called an emergency meeting in the kitchen. Then Isaac disappeared. A flurry of wind kicked up the bed sheets as Isaac raced up stairs to the dining area. He briefly appeared, shirtless, in front of the rest of the titans. He reached for the pizza before facepalming. "Ugh, how rude." Isaac chided himself aloud as he disappeared down the stairs and into the dorm area. He reappeared next to Rhea. Scooping the healer up in his arms, he left for the kitchen again. He arrived in just a moment, setting Cell down in the midst of everyone else. Isaac briefly realized he was acting a bit out of character. But, he was feeling particularly happy tonight. For the first time since he met the titans, actually.
Sentinel dug into the pepperoni, mushroom and olive pizza. He grabbed himself a slice before taking a seat on the counter. He took a single bite, swallowing in one gulp. "Someone's at the door." He commented. A second later the doorbell rang. "They're gone now." These enhanced senses were the bomb. The pizza was pretty good, too.
A cardboard box sat outside the tower door. A note, written in plain English was tapped to the top of the box:
Isaac quipped as Rhea put her hand on his cheek. The act was probably meant to keep Sentinel calm, but all the gesture really managed was making Isaac's cheeks flush. Holdings hands was one thing. The whole 'caressing your face' part? That was another thing entirely. Like, slow down girl. The world isn't ending any time soon. Isaac returned the smile in an effort to hide his discomfort at her touch. He supposed this was his fault, grasping at her hands like he did. Gotta live with the consequences, Isaac guessed. 'Course, things became much more heated when she kissed him on the forehead. Moving very fast, indeed! Luckily the shows of affection soon passed as Rhea went to work fixing Isaac's newest battle scars. He tried to pay attention as she explained how her powers worked. Isaac really did. But there was something bothering him. A tingling at the back of his neck. An itching at his mind. An intuition, warning him of...Something. Sentinel didn't know what. But the feeling was eerily similar to what he felt the day his mother had died. A warning from a higher power, perhaps? Isaac decided to investigate as best he could.
He opened his ears up first, fine tuning his hearing to detect even the slightest sounds within the tower. Music. An accelerated heartbeat. Who's was it? Isaac listened to the frequency more carefully. That was definitely Sandstorm's ticker going off. Heh, he must be watching Ariel flirt with Evan.
Footsteps. A door opened. Where was Accelerate heading off to?
Justin was talking to himself. Sentinel quickly blocked Thermo's self-chiding out. He knew what it was like to need a moment to yourself. Heck, Sentinel had come up to his room for just that. Isaac made a note to himself to talk to Justin more; maybe they had something in common.
Another door just opened. Now who could that be? Sentinel looked behind him and downwards, activating his X-Ray vision. Simone was coming in. Where'd she been? Probably out for a smoke. That girl was going to ruin her lungs if she wasn't careful. Whatever. Isaac shouldn't be worrying about her health, when she didn't worry about anyone else's.
Sentinel turned his attention back to Rhea. He'd observed everyone's actions within the tower in the span of about two or three words. Super senses definitely had their uses. Isaac could do and see whatever he wanted, and no one could stop it. No one would even know. Quite a bit of power over everyone else, if you really thought about it. Sentinel was nearly omnipresent when it came to things inside and around the tower. Sentinel saw all. He heard all. Sadly, he also smelled all. Heh. Maybe everyone should invest in lead lined underwear.
"Oh, no. You're fine. There isn't much that can gross me out. Having you inside me is a nice sentiment." By Rao, that sounded better in Isaac's head. Maybe she wouldn't notice. That's not what Isaac meant at all.
Never stop holding his- Oh. They're still holding hands. Isaac barely even noticed. Was that a problem? That was probably a problem. "Beautiful, huh? That's a new one." Grant had heard plenty about his scars. Most of the time, people thought they made him even scarier. Or more of a badass. But beautiful? That was definitely new. She probably had some deep insight into her comment. Yep, there it was. Isaac mulled over what she meant between each word. With his enhanced mind and reflexes, the young Kryptonian had more time than he knew what to do with. What were merely seconds for other people were like minutes to Isaac. He'd gotten used to the time gaps almost as soon as he had his powers (probably a side effect of how they were applied) but it was still a bit strange. So much time to think. Thinking wasn't always a good thing; especially not for Isaac. He usually ended up digging himself into an emotional sink hole, making things worse with assumption after assumption.
Ha. Strong. Sentinel was far from strong. He might be able to bench press an aircraft carrier, but he was the farthest anyone had ever been from strong. His mind was like a raging storm, never truly calmed. He overreacted to everything. He held on to his past, everything that had gone wrong in his life, and let it fester and boil inside. All that was wrong with the world was what fueled Sentinel's rage. That one, powerful emotion overshadowing all of Isaac's other feelings. He knew happiness, but he rarely found it when all he could see around him made him so angry. Isaac was emotionally weak. Prone to random spouts of explosive anger. He could barely control himself. Physically, he was even weaker. Bench pressing an aircraft carrier? Child's play. Superman has moved planets. Running at mach 2? The Flash perceives things in less than an attosecond. An attosecond! That's the amount of time it takes light to travel the length of a single molecule. And he can see that. Who is Sentinel, standing next to these...These gods? He was nothing. A speck of dust. A single grain of sand. History would not long remember the Teen Titan Superboy wannabe, who spent his life brooding on a rooftop.
Rhea's laughter broke up Isaac's internal brooding session.
"I also have me own scars and I guess ye be seein' them soon."
Huh?! Di- Is- She- W- But- I- Uhhhh. Uhhhhh. Okay, what in the name of all that is good and holy is she talking about? Is she going to take off her shirt to-
"Not all scars ar' on da flesh, y'know?"
Oh. I'm an idiot.
"But, I wud just like to say dat... I'm really happy fer yer trust in me. I know it ain't easy to tell yer story to a woman in bloodstained robes who had carried a tray of earl grey and, to add to that, invaded your privacy. But, know that I am grateful... for everything." Rhea grinned, exhaling a large amount of air. "Yer a good person, Sentinel. Dun let anyone be tellin' ya otherwise."
D'wahhhhh. How sweet. Totally, completely and utterly wrong, but sweet. Rhea...such innocent. Such confidence in a total stranger. She was a better friend than Sentinel deserved. He's not a good person, and he knows that. Isaac's a bloodthirtsty, hate-filled psychopath who's accepted his role in society. He's going to kill all the world's Bizzaros, Jokers and Lex Luthors. Sentinel wouldn't stop, either, until every last murderer and villain was dead. Rhea definitely deserved someone better than a raging vigilante. She needed a real hero. Someone like Microbat or Accelerate or Sandstorm. People who would care about her, who would protect her with their lives. Not Sentinel. Sentinel was meant for something else. Love wasn't on the agenda.
"Uh, yeah. Thanks. Anyway, I'll continue my little story."
"Right, well. Dad used to beat me. I don't want to get into the gory details, but some of these scars? He gave me those before I had my powers. My tenth birthday, I was sleeping over at Uncle Nelson's mansion. When dad came by to pick me up, he couldn't walk straight. So I knew things would be bad. I was sitting in the window sill when he drove up in his old pick up truck. I saw him stumbling toward the front door when I saw this bright light shooting across the sky. I'd heard that people liked to wish on falling stars. That...That they were magic. I was a stupid little kid, so I decided to make a wish. I wanted to fix my life. Bring back my mom. Save my dad from himself. When I was ten, my absolute favorite superhero was Superman. I thought he could do anything! So I looked at that star..." Sentinel look down at Rhea, smiling from ear to ear. His eyes shined with passion as he looked down at her. "And I asked to be like Superman."
Isaac's elation dissipated as he continued to tell his story. But an inkling of that joy, that love, was still there. "I confronted my dad that night. I felt invincible. I told him that he needed to stop drinking. That he needed to stop being such a jackass. I wanted my dad back. I wanted the man who raised me, who vowed to love me until the end of days, to return. Then he punched me in the face." Sentinel laughed. "He broke his wrist just hitting me."
"I gave up on my dad right then, and left. He couldn't stop me. I was Superman! Nobody could stop me! I took all of my things and packed them into a bag and left. I wandered around the United States for a while, using my powers to help people. When I found myself in Coast City, I met my first Justice Leaguer. The Green Lantern. He introduced me to Superman after I told him my story. The rest is history, I guess."
Isaac sighed. It was nice to get that all off his chest again. He'd told a couple of people, but never anyone as close to his age as Rhea. It was nice to have someone in the tower that he could confide in, even if it didn't last.
"Hey Rhea?" Isaac asked after a moment of silence. "If you ever need to talk, you can come to me. This was nice. It's been awhile since I've felt this good." Sentinel took a deep breath before closing his eyes and lying down. Content. There's that word again. It seemed to be cropping up a lot during this conversation.
The rapid sound of feet approaching the tower entered Sentinel's super-ears. Accelerate was back, it would seem. He sounded heavier. What'd Rufus bring back with him? A body bag? No, too light to be a person. A subtle sniff from Isaac's nose answered told him that Rufus had brought pizza. Mmmm. Isaac had always loved pizza. Sentinel didn't need to eat, but he was physically capable. And food tasted pretty good. In all actuality, he could probably eat as much as he wanted with no repercussions. Sentinel didn't need to go to the bathroom since his body would convert all of the pizza into extra energy; even the stuff that would be deemed useless to a human being.
"Hey, Rhea? You hungry?" a mischievous smile crossed his face as he asked her. A moment later, the intercom went off as Accelerate called an emergency meeting in the kitchen. Then Isaac disappeared. A flurry of wind kicked up the bed sheets as Isaac raced up stairs to the dining area. He briefly appeared, shirtless, in front of the rest of the titans. He reached for the pizza before facepalming. "Ugh, how rude." Isaac chided himself aloud as he disappeared down the stairs and into the dorm area. He reappeared next to Rhea. Scooping the healer up in his arms, he left for the kitchen again. He arrived in just a moment, setting Cell down in the midst of everyone else. Isaac briefly realized he was acting a bit out of character. But, he was feeling particularly happy tonight. For the first time since he met the titans, actually.
Sentinel dug into the pepperoni, mushroom and olive pizza. He grabbed himself a slice before taking a seat on the counter. He took a single bite, swallowing in one gulp. "Someone's at the door." He commented. A second later the doorbell rang. "They're gone now." These enhanced senses were the bomb. The pizza was pretty good, too.
A cardboard box sat outside the tower door. A note, written in plain English was tapped to the top of the box:
Superman asked me to pick up Sentinel's costume so he could fix it at the Fortress later. He's dealing with flooding in South America at the moment, so he's kind of busy. I had two and a half seconds, so I decided to sew it back together and deliver it myself! PS: I took a slice of the sausage while you were all busy. Faster Than Light, ya know? Take care.
With love,
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"You insolent child!" Ares yelled as he stood to his feet. His menacing gaze set itself upon the strange spider-girl. "I am Ares, I am the God of War! Mountains tumble before my blows, and all soldiers bend the knee at the sound of my call. I command the power of a thousand exploding suns and hold the lives of all of earth in the palm of my mighty hand. You and your god are a speck before me, a footnote in the history of my conquest." Ares shouted in frustrated anger. How dare this insect come within his chambers and threaten his followers with the words of some human book. Now she would suffer the consequences.
"Polemos!" Ares yelled as his eyes began to glow crimson.
Chike turned towards his master, and their eyes locked. After a moment Chike's eyes became engulfed in the same crimson light as Ares forced his influence over his avatar. Chike felt his mind collapse, and he lost control of all motor functions. Another entity, some alien sentience that Chike had not known existed within him, became the master of Chike's body. This being was a construct of Ares' wrath. He was fury. He was death. He was war.
Polemos bent his knees and jumped. The sheer force of his takeoff created a shockwave that threw the crowd onto their backs as he took to the air. In a blinding flash Polemos bull rushed the Spider, his callous hands wrapping around the young girl's throat in an instant. He had given her little time to react as Polemos slammed the drider through the ceiling and the pair took off into the sky. The city rushed by in a blur as Polemos continued to fly at full speed over the city's streets. The demigod spotted his target: Central Station. Polemos continued flying, until he and Archne slammed full bore through the train station. Fire engulfed Central Station as train after train found itself the target of Polemos' rage, slamming Archne into the locomotives and causing numerous explosions. Polemos dragged the Spider along as they broke out of Central Station and continued on their flight. Chike tried his damnedest to slow down, to stop himself. He was going to kill her, and there was nothing Chike could do but watch as his own hands clenched around the creature's throat.
The rampage was not yet over. Polemos changed directions as he chose to fly through a line of apartment buildings. Using the arachnid as a makeshift ramming device, Polemos smashed through an entire city block of apartments. He aimed mostly for the lower floors and the load bearing walls; collapsing nine buildings as the two of them flew through Olympia. They briefly crossed Sherman Square, where Polemos and Archne were both able to see the fires that engulfed Lost Haven. Looters occupied the streets, ransacking stores and attacking civilians. Chike felt his heart drop as he watched his new home burning. If only he could control himself. Chike had the power to stop this. He could help! But no, Ares had other plans. Ares wanted his Avatar to kill this Spider for her ignorant challenging of Ares. Olympus would remember this day, Chike thought. Olympus would remember the day Polemos let Lost Haven burn.
The fight stopped abruptly outside city hall.
Polemos held the girl above his head with a single hand, looking up into her eyes. Was she frightened? Terrified? Perhaps she still had fight left in her. Whatever the case, the entity that now controlled Chike's every action was not yet finished. Polemos slammed the girl into the street and sent asphalt and concrete flying in all directions. Polemos lifted her up once more before tossing the Spider-girl into City Hall. Archne punched through the building's wall and went sliding into the lobby. Polemos followed her after a moment, landing in front of her. "Tell me your name, Spider, for when I mount your head in the Shrine." Chike's voice was different. It seem distorted and clouded. Polemos' voice was filled with rage, hate and arrogance as he slammed a bronze boot on the side of the girl's face. "I could crush you like the bug that you are." He contemplated at loud. He seemed to think that victory was assured. After all, this girl was nothing to him. Weak and powerless before Polemos' godhood. Ignorance was bliss, for he knew not who he faced.
Suddenly a loud bang sounded from behind Polemos. He felt something touch him. Polemos turned around, fury in his red eyes.
A group of perhaps five masked men stood inside the hole Polemos had created when he threw his enemy into the Hall. "Who dares?" Polemos growled as he stepped off Archne. One of the men pumped his shotgun, ejected a spent shell. The other men brought their guns up and began to open fire on Polemos. "Who is this freak?!" One of them asked as Polemos walked through the gunfire unaffected. "Dunno, but he's in our way! We gotta take out the May-" Their apparent leader's yelling ceased as Polemos rushed forward and grabbed his face. "You are a gnat." Polemos spat as he crushed the man's skull with his fingers. Polemos slammed his fist through the chest of another looter, tossing his body hard enough to break one of the other attacker's in half. Fire engulfed Polemos' hand as he melted the remaining looters with little effort. "I am War." Polemos spoke in a deadpan as he turned around to look for the Spider again...
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| NAME: |
Marcus Lev Zelenyy
| ALIAS: |
Green Lantern of Sector 2814.2
Atlas
Atlas
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Green Lantern Ring: The power rings wielded by members of the Lantern Corps have been referred to as the most powerful weapons in the universe. The power ring's most distinctive effect is the generation of green, solid-light constructs, the precise physical nature of which has never been specified. The size, complexity, and strength of these constructs is limited only by the ring-bearer's willpower; whatever the wearer imagines, the ring will create. Marcus possesses great willpower and imagination, making him perfect for wielding a power ring. He's no Hal Jordan, But Marcus has great potential as a Lantern once he learns how to wield this weapon properly.
The Green Lantern Ring has a number of uses and abilities.
Force Field: When active, a power ring will encase its user in a protective, life-supporting force field. This force field allows the user to fly, travel through inhospitable environments, and enter hyperspace in order to move vast distances quickly. This field automatically forms over Marcus when he equips the ring and is always active. This force field is invisible and eliminates waste, provides a breathable atmosphere for the wielder in any environment(underwater, space, etc.) and protects the wielder from all forms of harm(radiation, bullets, etc.).
Artificial Intelligence: Every ring has a connection to the Main Battery on Oa, which taps into an artificial intelligence. It acts as an "on-board computer," telling the wearer what they need to know. It can either respond out loud, or silently directly to the wearer's mind. The AI contains a large database of information that may be crucial to a Lantern's success. The ring also translates nearly every language to and from the wearer (though they have difficulty translating profanity), which is why the Corps can communicate with each other. When the bearer of a Green Lantern ring dies, the ring will seek out a suitable replacement for their sector. The AI can be used to play a holographic playback sequence complete with colors across the spectrum based on information in memory banks. The ring can dictate when to pause or stop the playback should an interruption arise where the Lanterns undivided attention is needed. The AI can also alert the wielder of incoming threats or of attempts to manipulate the wielders construct by an outside party.
Utility: Power rings are able to give off electromagnetic radiation of various frequencies. This radiation can be focused by the wearer into a beam, similar in appearance and effect to a powerful laser. The ring is also capable of producing an electrical current. Less frequently used capabilities include splitting atomic nuclei and manipulating subatomic particles (thereby transmuting chemical elements). A power ring is also capable of creating fully functional duplicates of itself. The ring protects users from all forms of telepathy, making Marcus immune to even the most powerful physic assailants. While power rings have to be worn to be effective, at several points Green Lanterns have shown the ability to summon the ring to them from a distance (even if someone else is wearing it) or order it to carry out commands automatically after being removed. Jon Stewart has only recently begun to teach Marcus how to use his ring in fashions described above.
Light Constructs: The signature ability of a member of any Lantern Corps. A lantern can create anything he or she imagines, assuming they have enough willpower to do it. The objects created by a green lantern are not indestructible, and the strength of the constructs depends on the focus and willpower put forth by the wielder. If the wearer's willpower is weak, then their constructs will be weak as well. Depending on the amount of focus and willpower from the wearer, the ring can be the wearer's greatest asset or greatest detriment. This applies doubly to Marcus, who possesses great willpower, but absolutely abysmal focus.
Military Training: Marcus has undergone intense military-like training before being recruited into the Green Lantern Corps. He is a skilled hand-to-hand combatant and marksman, and has an incredible tolerance to pain. On more than one occasion Marcus has either matched or beaten Jon Stewart in unarmed combat. Where Marcus received his training is a closely guarded secret.
The Green Lantern Ring has a number of uses and abilities.
Force Field: When active, a power ring will encase its user in a protective, life-supporting force field. This force field allows the user to fly, travel through inhospitable environments, and enter hyperspace in order to move vast distances quickly. This field automatically forms over Marcus when he equips the ring and is always active. This force field is invisible and eliminates waste, provides a breathable atmosphere for the wielder in any environment(underwater, space, etc.) and protects the wielder from all forms of harm(radiation, bullets, etc.).
Artificial Intelligence: Every ring has a connection to the Main Battery on Oa, which taps into an artificial intelligence. It acts as an "on-board computer," telling the wearer what they need to know. It can either respond out loud, or silently directly to the wearer's mind. The AI contains a large database of information that may be crucial to a Lantern's success. The ring also translates nearly every language to and from the wearer (though they have difficulty translating profanity), which is why the Corps can communicate with each other. When the bearer of a Green Lantern ring dies, the ring will seek out a suitable replacement for their sector. The AI can be used to play a holographic playback sequence complete with colors across the spectrum based on information in memory banks. The ring can dictate when to pause or stop the playback should an interruption arise where the Lanterns undivided attention is needed. The AI can also alert the wielder of incoming threats or of attempts to manipulate the wielders construct by an outside party.
Utility: Power rings are able to give off electromagnetic radiation of various frequencies. This radiation can be focused by the wearer into a beam, similar in appearance and effect to a powerful laser. The ring is also capable of producing an electrical current. Less frequently used capabilities include splitting atomic nuclei and manipulating subatomic particles (thereby transmuting chemical elements). A power ring is also capable of creating fully functional duplicates of itself. The ring protects users from all forms of telepathy, making Marcus immune to even the most powerful physic assailants. While power rings have to be worn to be effective, at several points Green Lanterns have shown the ability to summon the ring to them from a distance (even if someone else is wearing it) or order it to carry out commands automatically after being removed. Jon Stewart has only recently begun to teach Marcus how to use his ring in fashions described above.
Light Constructs: The signature ability of a member of any Lantern Corps. A lantern can create anything he or she imagines, assuming they have enough willpower to do it. The objects created by a green lantern are not indestructible, and the strength of the constructs depends on the focus and willpower put forth by the wielder. If the wearer's willpower is weak, then their constructs will be weak as well. Depending on the amount of focus and willpower from the wearer, the ring can be the wearer's greatest asset or greatest detriment. This applies doubly to Marcus, who possesses great willpower, but absolutely abysmal focus.
Military Training: Marcus has undergone intense military-like training before being recruited into the Green Lantern Corps. He is a skilled hand-to-hand combatant and marksman, and has an incredible tolerance to pain. On more than one occasion Marcus has either matched or beaten Jon Stewart in unarmed combat. Where Marcus received his training is a closely guarded secret.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Marcus' constructs have shown the ability to hold up the weight of collapsing skyscrapers. His constructs have tanked hits from the likes of Black Adam and Doomsday, and Atlas has been able to harm Justice League level opponents such as Cheeta or Bizarro.
A Green Lantern is only as strong as their willpower. If Marcus becomes afraid, or loses focus, he becomes easier to defeat.
Atlas, while a Green Lantern, still has much to learn. His lack of understanding of his ring's capabilities and shortcomings are quite obvious and can lead to Marcus losing a fight simply because he forgot one of the ring's many abilities.
Marcus lacks focus. He is easily distracted, leading to his constructs being weak and fragile during hectic confrontations where his attention is split. If the enemy can get Marcus talking, he's practically already lost the fight. Even Marcus' auto-shields, which require barely any focus, can be easily pierced if he doesn't expect a fight.
Marcus has a distasteful personality. He's over-confident, arrogant, stubborn, brash and a bit stupid. He butts heads with his teammates and thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread.
Atlas isn't the only one with weaknesses. The ring has a number as well.
Rookie Green Lanterns who have yet to learn how to overcome fear, such as Marcus, can't affect the color yellow. This means that Marcus is very vulnerable to Sinestro Corps officers and is unable to defend himself from them. This weakness is so crippling that Marcus would be at an extreme disadvantage fighting someone wearing a yellow shirt, or wielding a pocket knife painted yellow.
The ring has a limited amount of energy before it has to be recharged. Marcus has to recite the Green Lantern oath while holding the ring within his own lantern to charge it. If Atlas were to ever lose the lantern, or be unable to access it for an extended period, Marcus risks running out of juice and returning to his completely vulnerable human-self.
A Green Lantern is only as strong as their willpower. If Marcus becomes afraid, or loses focus, he becomes easier to defeat.
Atlas, while a Green Lantern, still has much to learn. His lack of understanding of his ring's capabilities and shortcomings are quite obvious and can lead to Marcus losing a fight simply because he forgot one of the ring's many abilities.
Marcus lacks focus. He is easily distracted, leading to his constructs being weak and fragile during hectic confrontations where his attention is split. If the enemy can get Marcus talking, he's practically already lost the fight. Even Marcus' auto-shields, which require barely any focus, can be easily pierced if he doesn't expect a fight.
Marcus has a distasteful personality. He's over-confident, arrogant, stubborn, brash and a bit stupid. He butts heads with his teammates and thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread.
Atlas isn't the only one with weaknesses. The ring has a number as well.
Rookie Green Lanterns who have yet to learn how to overcome fear, such as Marcus, can't affect the color yellow. This means that Marcus is very vulnerable to Sinestro Corps officers and is unable to defend himself from them. This weakness is so crippling that Marcus would be at an extreme disadvantage fighting someone wearing a yellow shirt, or wielding a pocket knife painted yellow.
The ring has a limited amount of energy before it has to be recharged. Marcus has to recite the Green Lantern oath while holding the ring within his own lantern to charge it. If Atlas were to ever lose the lantern, or be unable to access it for an extended period, Marcus risks running out of juice and returning to his completely vulnerable human-self.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Ding!
A bell announced the arrival of new customers to the sparsely populated coffee shop. McHoy's Coffee was one of the lesser known local hangouts, located in downtown Coast City. The young woman standing behind the shop's single cash register looked up as the door opened. "Hello, welcome to McHoy's. Make yourselves at ho- AHHHHHH!" The two men produced firearms as they stepped inside. One of them, garbed in a balaclava mask and a black hoodie stepped up to the register and began threatening the worker. "Stuff this bag full'a cash. Make it quick, sweet cheeks!" The other man, this one wearing a trench coat and domino mask, passed a bag around the room. "All your valuables go in 'ta bag and I don't fill 'ya with holes." The thug warned as he blocked the exit. You could feel the fear in the air. Like a thick fog hung over the coffee joint as the two armed miscreants started collecting the money. Who holds up a coffee shop? Marcus wondered as he casually took a sip of his latte. Mmm. Peppermint. A frightened old man handed the duffle bag full of money to Marcus, who looked at it for a moment before taking the bag and setting it down next to him. The thug by the door looked at Marcus like he was out of his mind, staring at the Russian for a good minute before making his move. "Hey, moron!" The trenchcoat-man yelled as he stomped over to the teenager. "Fill up the bag or I fill you up with lead, got it?!" Wait. Not yet. Let him get close before you pull anything, Marcus.
The scumbag shoved his pistol onto the side of Marcus' head. "You have to the count of five to gimme your wallet or else." Marcus looked at him, before taking another sip of his latte. The guy flinched, afraid that Marcus might have something up his sleeve. "Five." He said, pushing the metal barrel into Marcus' temple to emphasize his point. "Four." People across the room froze as they watched the exchange. Was that kid nuts? What did he think he was doing?! "Three..." Marcus took yet another sip of his coffee. "Two." The girl behind the counter finished loading a bag with cash, handing it to the guy's partner. "Hey, dude! Just shoot the kid and get movin' before the cops show." The hoodied criminal complained. The idiot turned around to look at his partner. "How 'bout you just worry 'bout yourself Steve? I ain't offin' a kid 'less I have 'ta." Marcus moved like a blur. One second, the pistol was in the thug's hand. The next, Marcus had it and the thug's wrist was broken. "Holy Mary!" Steve shouted as he started shooting at Marcus. Atlas, smiling the whole time, shoved the wounded thug to the ground as he ducked under the bullets. He pulled up his left hand and revealed the green ring to 'Steve.' The thug groaned. "You have got to be kiddin' m-" A green fist the size of a bowling ball appeared out of the ring and smashed into Steve's face. The thug went flying over the counter, his nose shattered.
Atlas blew on his ring. "Class dismissed." He taunted, before rounding up the two hooligans and placing them inside a construct cage.
Outside the coffee shop, the two criminal's get away driver looked on in stunned silence as he watched the events unfold through the shop's windows. The driver whipped out a sub-machine gun after Steve went down, and opened fire. He turned the weapon in an arc, unloading on everyone inside the shop. "Steve! Happy!" He yelled through the now-broken window. Marcus ducked as the bullets started to fly. "Seriously? More guns?" Atlas asked (mostly himself) as he created another construct. A green shield covered the civilians, blocking the hail of gunfire with ease. "No need to fear, citizens, Atlas is here!" Marcus wasn't paying any attention as he looked at a group of frightened people cowering in the corner.
"Hey dunce!" The girl behind the counter yelled over the roaring sound of flying bullets. "Those other guy's are getting away!"
"Huh?" Marcus asked, confused. He turned around to see a few of the bars on his cage shattered and the two thugs gone. "Not a problem for a Green Lantern!" Atlas took flight as his costume replaced his street clothes. He turned around and winked at the worker. "I'll be back for your number. Call the cops for me, by the way." Atlas took off out the front door as the shield once protecting it fell away. The two thugs jumped into the get-away car. "Drive, ya moron! Drive!" Happy yelled as Steve clenched his broken nose. The driver dropped his now-empty sub-machine gun onto the unoccupied passenger seat and slammed his foot into the gas peddle. "Oh no! They have a car! How will I evverrrr catch them." Atlas mocked as he floated above the sidewalk. Marcus disappeared in a flash of green light.
"H-Hey! I think he's gone." Steve said as he looked out the back window. "You see him, Happy?" the driver asked to confirm Steve's suspicions. Happy rolled down his window and stuck his bald head out. "Don't see nothin'." Happy replied. All three of them sighed with relief. "Maybe he can turn invisible." "Don't be ridiculous, Steve." Happy snorted. "What? I didn't say. Gerald? Was that you?" Gerald took in a gulp of air. "Ah, man." He breathed. "Soooo." Marcus started as he put his hands around Steve and Happy's shoulders. "Should I stop the car, or are you going to?" Steve and Happy both started to scream. Gerald struggled to reload his gun with one hand. "Guess I will. I hope everyone is wearing their seatbelts!" A pair of oversized-green boots appeared over Atlas' feet as he slammed the constructs through the floor of the car. The shoes tore through the concrete as the car came slamming to a halt. The driver slammed his face into the airbag, knocked unconscious. Steve was saved by his seat belt, but Happy went flying out the window. Marcus smashed his way through the roof and tossed out a construct in an effort to catch the flying man. A baseball glove the size of a minivan appeared under Happy, who landed safely on the green light before being dumped onto the side of the road.
The sound of sirens alerted Marcus to the eminent arrival of the police. People ran up to see the Green Lantern as he gathered up the gang and tied them up in hardlight. "All in a day's work." Atlas remarked with his hands on his hips. A woman approached with her phone held out and started asking questions. Probably some amateur reporter looking to score in the big team. Atlas tried to answer all of her questions as best he could before the police arrived and carried the criminals away.
"Nice work, kid."
Marcus turned around at the sound of a familiar voice. Jon Stewart floated down to land next to Atlas, looking at the surrounding civilians and the singular reporter. "Nothing I couldn't handle." He replied in his usual smug fashion. "Come on, we need to talk. Alone." The older green lantern said before taking to the skies. Marcus turned back to the reporter, smiling. "Names Atlas, by the way. Maybe we can finish this interview later..Over dinner?" The woman stammered as she started to pull out a card. "I'm L-" She began, before a giant green hand wrapped around Marcus' face and dragged him through the air and to Jon's side. "Ah, man. She was cute." Jon only rolled his eyes before addressing his protege. "I was talking to Batman the other day." He began. "He seems to think you'd make a good addition to the team." Marcus' eyes went wide. "Wait, really?! Do you think so?" Jon looked away and towards the horizon. "Exposure to other heroes would do you some good. You could learn a thing or two from them." Marcus hollered out in joy and did a barrel roll. "I'm going to join the Justice League!" He yelled out in excitement. "Oh man, I can't wait to get Superman's autograph!" There was a moment of silence as Jon tried to stifle a chuckle. "What?" Marcus frowned. "You're not joining the Justice League."
"But you said-"
"I never finished. Batman wants you to join the Teen Titans."
Marcus groaned for nearly a minute. "The Teen Titans? Are you kidding me?" Atlas sighed as his hands flopped to his side. "Kyle was on the Titans for awhile. It's not as bad as you think." Jon reassured with no shortage of amusement. "Well." Marcus thought out loud. "At least Ravager's kinda hot. She's the Titans leader now, right?" "Oh, no. You're not joining the Titans West. Batman needs you on the Titans East."
Marcus didn't say anything for a moment.
"There's a Titans East?"
A bell announced the arrival of new customers to the sparsely populated coffee shop. McHoy's Coffee was one of the lesser known local hangouts, located in downtown Coast City. The young woman standing behind the shop's single cash register looked up as the door opened. "Hello, welcome to McHoy's. Make yourselves at ho- AHHHHHH!" The two men produced firearms as they stepped inside. One of them, garbed in a balaclava mask and a black hoodie stepped up to the register and began threatening the worker. "Stuff this bag full'a cash. Make it quick, sweet cheeks!" The other man, this one wearing a trench coat and domino mask, passed a bag around the room. "All your valuables go in 'ta bag and I don't fill 'ya with holes." The thug warned as he blocked the exit. You could feel the fear in the air. Like a thick fog hung over the coffee joint as the two armed miscreants started collecting the money. Who holds up a coffee shop? Marcus wondered as he casually took a sip of his latte. Mmm. Peppermint. A frightened old man handed the duffle bag full of money to Marcus, who looked at it for a moment before taking the bag and setting it down next to him. The thug by the door looked at Marcus like he was out of his mind, staring at the Russian for a good minute before making his move. "Hey, moron!" The trenchcoat-man yelled as he stomped over to the teenager. "Fill up the bag or I fill you up with lead, got it?!" Wait. Not yet. Let him get close before you pull anything, Marcus.
The scumbag shoved his pistol onto the side of Marcus' head. "You have to the count of five to gimme your wallet or else." Marcus looked at him, before taking another sip of his latte. The guy flinched, afraid that Marcus might have something up his sleeve. "Five." He said, pushing the metal barrel into Marcus' temple to emphasize his point. "Four." People across the room froze as they watched the exchange. Was that kid nuts? What did he think he was doing?! "Three..." Marcus took yet another sip of his coffee. "Two." The girl behind the counter finished loading a bag with cash, handing it to the guy's partner. "Hey, dude! Just shoot the kid and get movin' before the cops show." The hoodied criminal complained. The idiot turned around to look at his partner. "How 'bout you just worry 'bout yourself Steve? I ain't offin' a kid 'less I have 'ta." Marcus moved like a blur. One second, the pistol was in the thug's hand. The next, Marcus had it and the thug's wrist was broken. "Holy Mary!" Steve shouted as he started shooting at Marcus. Atlas, smiling the whole time, shoved the wounded thug to the ground as he ducked under the bullets. He pulled up his left hand and revealed the green ring to 'Steve.' The thug groaned. "You have got to be kiddin' m-" A green fist the size of a bowling ball appeared out of the ring and smashed into Steve's face. The thug went flying over the counter, his nose shattered.
Atlas blew on his ring. "Class dismissed." He taunted, before rounding up the two hooligans and placing them inside a construct cage.
Outside the coffee shop, the two criminal's get away driver looked on in stunned silence as he watched the events unfold through the shop's windows. The driver whipped out a sub-machine gun after Steve went down, and opened fire. He turned the weapon in an arc, unloading on everyone inside the shop. "Steve! Happy!" He yelled through the now-broken window. Marcus ducked as the bullets started to fly. "Seriously? More guns?" Atlas asked (mostly himself) as he created another construct. A green shield covered the civilians, blocking the hail of gunfire with ease. "No need to fear, citizens, Atlas is here!" Marcus wasn't paying any attention as he looked at a group of frightened people cowering in the corner.
"Hey dunce!" The girl behind the counter yelled over the roaring sound of flying bullets. "Those other guy's are getting away!"
"Huh?" Marcus asked, confused. He turned around to see a few of the bars on his cage shattered and the two thugs gone. "Not a problem for a Green Lantern!" Atlas took flight as his costume replaced his street clothes. He turned around and winked at the worker. "I'll be back for your number. Call the cops for me, by the way." Atlas took off out the front door as the shield once protecting it fell away. The two thugs jumped into the get-away car. "Drive, ya moron! Drive!" Happy yelled as Steve clenched his broken nose. The driver dropped his now-empty sub-machine gun onto the unoccupied passenger seat and slammed his foot into the gas peddle. "Oh no! They have a car! How will I evverrrr catch them." Atlas mocked as he floated above the sidewalk. Marcus disappeared in a flash of green light.
"H-Hey! I think he's gone." Steve said as he looked out the back window. "You see him, Happy?" the driver asked to confirm Steve's suspicions. Happy rolled down his window and stuck his bald head out. "Don't see nothin'." Happy replied. All three of them sighed with relief. "Maybe he can turn invisible." "Don't be ridiculous, Steve." Happy snorted. "What? I didn't say. Gerald? Was that you?" Gerald took in a gulp of air. "Ah, man." He breathed. "Soooo." Marcus started as he put his hands around Steve and Happy's shoulders. "Should I stop the car, or are you going to?" Steve and Happy both started to scream. Gerald struggled to reload his gun with one hand. "Guess I will. I hope everyone is wearing their seatbelts!" A pair of oversized-green boots appeared over Atlas' feet as he slammed the constructs through the floor of the car. The shoes tore through the concrete as the car came slamming to a halt. The driver slammed his face into the airbag, knocked unconscious. Steve was saved by his seat belt, but Happy went flying out the window. Marcus smashed his way through the roof and tossed out a construct in an effort to catch the flying man. A baseball glove the size of a minivan appeared under Happy, who landed safely on the green light before being dumped onto the side of the road.
The sound of sirens alerted Marcus to the eminent arrival of the police. People ran up to see the Green Lantern as he gathered up the gang and tied them up in hardlight. "All in a day's work." Atlas remarked with his hands on his hips. A woman approached with her phone held out and started asking questions. Probably some amateur reporter looking to score in the big team. Atlas tried to answer all of her questions as best he could before the police arrived and carried the criminals away.
"Nice work, kid."
Marcus turned around at the sound of a familiar voice. Jon Stewart floated down to land next to Atlas, looking at the surrounding civilians and the singular reporter. "Nothing I couldn't handle." He replied in his usual smug fashion. "Come on, we need to talk. Alone." The older green lantern said before taking to the skies. Marcus turned back to the reporter, smiling. "Names Atlas, by the way. Maybe we can finish this interview later..Over dinner?" The woman stammered as she started to pull out a card. "I'm L-" She began, before a giant green hand wrapped around Marcus' face and dragged him through the air and to Jon's side. "Ah, man. She was cute." Jon only rolled his eyes before addressing his protege. "I was talking to Batman the other day." He began. "He seems to think you'd make a good addition to the team." Marcus' eyes went wide. "Wait, really?! Do you think so?" Jon looked away and towards the horizon. "Exposure to other heroes would do you some good. You could learn a thing or two from them." Marcus hollered out in joy and did a barrel roll. "I'm going to join the Justice League!" He yelled out in excitement. "Oh man, I can't wait to get Superman's autograph!" There was a moment of silence as Jon tried to stifle a chuckle. "What?" Marcus frowned. "You're not joining the Justice League."
"But you said-"
"I never finished. Batman wants you to join the Teen Titans."
Marcus groaned for nearly a minute. "The Teen Titans? Are you kidding me?" Atlas sighed as his hands flopped to his side. "Kyle was on the Titans for awhile. It's not as bad as you think." Jon reassured with no shortage of amusement. "Well." Marcus thought out loud. "At least Ravager's kinda hot. She's the Titans leader now, right?" "Oh, no. You're not joining the Titans West. Batman needs you on the Titans East."
Marcus didn't say anything for a moment.
"There's a Titans East?"
| NOTES: |
-Marcus is Russian and can't speak English without the ring.
-Is sixteen years old.
-Has a public identity but no living relatives and very few intimate relationships.
-Atlas is very, very rich.
-Is sixteen years old.
-Has a public identity but no living relatives and very few intimate relationships.
-Atlas is very, very rich.
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FacePunch Death Comes
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2nd Offense Brigade Exploration Fleet - Designation 'Starwings'
[/Champion-General Sodam Lak of the Ragior Tribe's message log]
[//Message #28.A - Daily Progress Report to Central Command]
[//Play message]
[//Play message]
"This is Champion-General Sodam Lak to Central Command. Do you read me, Central Command?"
"This is Central Command. We hear you loud and clear, Champion-General. Proceed with your Progress Report."
"Thank you, Central. As you know, forty-eight hours after the Collapse and our transport to this new universe, our communication buoys began registering unknown radio waves. We increased the gain of our network to maximum and traced the source of this anomaly to a
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FacePunch Death Comes
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Ding!
A bell announced the arrival of new customers to the sparsely populated coffee shop. McHoy's Coffee was one of the lesser known local hangouts, located in downtown Coast City. The young woman standing behind the shop's single cash register looked up as the door opened. "Hello, welcome to McHoy's. Make yourselves at ho- AHHHHHH!" The two men produced firearms as they stepped inside. One of them, garbed in a balaclava mask and a black hoodie stepped up to the register and began threatening the worker. "Stuff this bag full'a cash. Make it quick, sweet cheeks!" The other man, this one wearing a trench coat and domino mask, passed a bag around the room. "All your valuables go in 'ta bag and I don't fill 'ya with holes." The thug warned as he blocked the exit. You could feel the fear in the air. Like a thick fog hung over the coffee joint as the two armed miscreants started collecting the money. Who holds up a coffee shop? Marcus wondered as he casually took a sip of his latte. Mmm. Peppermint. A frightened old man handed the duffle bag full of money to Marcus, who looked at it for a moment before taking the bag and setting it down next to him. The thug by the door looked at Marcus like he was out of his mind, staring at the Russian for a good minute before making his move. "Hey, moron!" The trenchcoat-man yelled as he stomped over to the teenager. "Fill up the bag or I fill you up with lead, got it?!" Wait. Not yet. Let him get close before you pull anything, Marcus.
The scumbag shoved his pistol onto the side of Marcus' head. "You have to the count of five to gimme your wallet or else." Marcus looked at him, before taking another sip of his latte. The guy flinched, afraid that Marcus might have something up his sleeve. "Five." He said, pushing the metal barrel into Marcus' temple to emphasize his point. "Four." People across the room froze as they watched the exchange. Was that kid nuts? What did he think he was doing?! "Three..." Marcus took yet another sip of his coffee. "Two." The girl behind the counter finished loading a bag with cash, handing it to the guy's partner. "Hey, dude! Just shoot the kid and get movin' before the cops show." The hoodied criminal complained. The idiot turned around to look at his partner. "How 'bout you just worry 'bout yourself Steve? I ain't offin' a kid 'less I have 'ta." Marcus moved like a blur. One second, the pistol was in the thug's hand. The next, Marcus had it and the thug's wrist was broken. "Holy Mary!" Steve shouted as he started shooting at Marcus. Atlas, smiling the whole time, shoved the wounded thug to the ground as he ducked under the bullets. He pulled up his left hand and revealed the green ring to 'Steve.' The thug groaned. "You have got to be kiddin' m-" A green fist the size of a bowling ball appeared out of the ring and smashed into Steve's face. The thug went flying over the counter, his nose shattered.
Atlas blew on his ring. "Class dismissed." He taunted, before rounding up the two hooligans and placing them inside a construct cage.
Outside the coffee shop, the two criminal's get away driver looked on in stunned silence as he watched the events unfold through the shop's windows. The driver whipped out a sub-machine gun after Steve went down, and opened fire. He turned the weapon in an arc, unloading on everyone inside the shop. "Steve! Happy!" He yelled through the now-broken window. Marcus ducked as the bullets started to fly. "Seriously? More guns?" Atlas asked (mostly himself) as he created another construct. A green shield covered the civilians, blocking the hail of gunfire with ease. "No need to fear, citizens, Atlas is here!" Marcus wasn't paying any attention as he looked at a group of frightened people cowering in the corner.
"Hey dunce!" The girl behind the counter yelled over the roaring sound of flying bullets. "Those other guy's are getting away!"
"Huh?" Marcus asked, confused. He turned around to see a few of the bars on his cage shattered and the two thugs gone. "Not a problem for a Green Lantern!" Atlas took flight as his costume replaced his street clothes. He turned around and winked at the worker. "I'll be back for your number. Call the cops for me, by the way." Atlas took off out the front door as the shield once protecting it fell away. The two thugs jumped into the get-away car. "Drive, ya moron! Drive!" Happy yelled as Steve clenched his broken nose. The driver dropped his now-empty sub-machine gun onto the unoccupied passenger seat and slammed his foot into the gas peddle. "Oh no! They have a car! How will I evverrrr catch them." Atlas mocked as he floated above the sidewalk. Marcus disappeared in a flash of green light.
"H-Hey! I think he's gone." Steve said as he looked out the back window. "You see him, Happy?" the driver asked to confirm Steve's suspicions. Happy rolled down his window and stuck his bald head out. "Don't see nothin'." Happy replied. All three of them sighed with relief. "Maybe he can turn invisible." "Don't be ridiculous, Steve." Happy snorted. "What? I didn't say. Gerald? Was that you?" Gerald took in a gulp of air. "Ah, man." He breathed. "Soooo." Marcus started as he put his hands around Steve and Happy's shoulders. "Should I stop the car, or are you going to?" Steve and Happy both started to scream. Gerald struggled to reload his gun with one hand. "Guess I will. I hope everyone is wearing their seatbelts!" A pair of oversized-green boots appeared over Atlas' feet as he slammed the constructs through the floor of the car. The shoes tore through the concrete as the car came slamming to a halt. The driver slammed his face into the airbag, knocked unconscious. Steve was saved by his seat belt, but Happy went flying out the window. Marcus smashed his way through the roof and tossed out a construct in an effort to catch the flying man. A baseball glove the size of a minivan appeared under Happy, who landed safely on the green light before being dumped onto the side of the road.
The sound of sirens alerted Marcus to the eminent arrival of the police. People ran up to see the Green Lantern as he gathered up the gang and tied them up in hardlight. "All in a day's work." Atlas remarked with his hands on his hips. A woman approached with her phone held out and started asking questions. Probably some amateur reporter looking to score in the big team. Atlas tried to answer all of her questions as best he could before the police arrived and carried the criminals away.
"Nice work, kid."
Marcus turned around at the sound of a familiar voice. Jon Stewart floated down to land next to Atlas, looking at the surrounding civilians and the singular reporter. "Nothing I couldn't handle." He replied in his usual smug fashion. "Come on, we need to talk. Alone." The older green lantern said before taking to the skies. Marcus turned back to the reporter, smiling. "Names Atlas, by the way. Maybe we can finish this interview later..Over dinner?" The woman stammered as she started to pull out a card. "I'm L-" She began, before a giant green hand wrapped around Marcus' face and dragged him through the air and to Jon's side. "Ah, man. She was cute." Jon only rolled his eyes before addressing his protege. "I was talking to Batman the other day." He began. "He seems to think you'd make a good addition to the team." Marcus' eyes went wide. "Wait, really?! Do you think so?" Jon looked away and towards the horizon. "Exposure to other heroes would do you some good. You could learn a thing or two from them." Marcus hollered out in joy and did a barrel roll. "I'm going to join the Justice League!" He yelled out in excitement. "Oh man, I can't wait to get Superman's autograph!" There was a moment of silence as Jon tried to stifle a chuckle. "What?" Marcus frowned. "You're not joining the Justice League."
"But you said-"
"I never finished. Batman wants you to join the Teen Titans."
Marcus groaned for nearly a minute. "The Teen Titans? Are you kidding me?" Atlas sighed as his hands flopped to his side. "Kyle was on the Titans for awhile. It's not as bad as you think." Jon reassured with no shortage of amusement. "Well." Marcus thought out loud. "At least Ravager's kinda hot. She's the Titans leader now, right?" "Oh, no. You're not joining the Titans West. Batman needs you on the Titans East."
Marcus didn't say anything for a moment.
"There's a Titans East?"
A bell announced the arrival of new customers to the sparsely populated coffee shop. McHoy's Coffee was one of the lesser known local hangouts, located in downtown Coast City. The young woman standing behind the shop's single cash register looked up as the door opened. "Hello, welcome to McHoy's. Make yourselves at ho- AHHHHHH!" The two men produced firearms as they stepped inside. One of them, garbed in a balaclava mask and a black hoodie stepped up to the register and began threatening the worker. "Stuff this bag full'a cash. Make it quick, sweet cheeks!" The other man, this one wearing a trench coat and domino mask, passed a bag around the room. "All your valuables go in 'ta bag and I don't fill 'ya with holes." The thug warned as he blocked the exit. You could feel the fear in the air. Like a thick fog hung over the coffee joint as the two armed miscreants started collecting the money. Who holds up a coffee shop? Marcus wondered as he casually took a sip of his latte. Mmm. Peppermint. A frightened old man handed the duffle bag full of money to Marcus, who looked at it for a moment before taking the bag and setting it down next to him. The thug by the door looked at Marcus like he was out of his mind, staring at the Russian for a good minute before making his move. "Hey, moron!" The trenchcoat-man yelled as he stomped over to the teenager. "Fill up the bag or I fill you up with lead, got it?!" Wait. Not yet. Let him get close before you pull anything, Marcus.
The scumbag shoved his pistol onto the side of Marcus' head. "You have to the count of five to gimme your wallet or else." Marcus looked at him, before taking another sip of his latte. The guy flinched, afraid that Marcus might have something up his sleeve. "Five." He said, pushing the metal barrel into Marcus' temple to emphasize his point. "Four." People across the room froze as they watched the exchange. Was that kid nuts? What did he think he was doing?! "Three..." Marcus took yet another sip of his coffee. "Two." The girl behind the counter finished loading a bag with cash, handing it to the guy's partner. "Hey, dude! Just shoot the kid and get movin' before the cops show." The hoodied criminal complained. The idiot turned around to look at his partner. "How 'bout you just worry 'bout yourself Steve? I ain't offin' a kid 'less I have 'ta." Marcus moved like a blur. One second, the pistol was in the thug's hand. The next, Marcus had it and the thug's wrist was broken. "Holy Mary!" Steve shouted as he started shooting at Marcus. Atlas, smiling the whole time, shoved the wounded thug to the ground as he ducked under the bullets. He pulled up his left hand and revealed the green ring to 'Steve.' The thug groaned. "You have got to be kiddin' m-" A green fist the size of a bowling ball appeared out of the ring and smashed into Steve's face. The thug went flying over the counter, his nose shattered.
Atlas blew on his ring. "Class dismissed." He taunted, before rounding up the two hooligans and placing them inside a construct cage.
Outside the coffee shop, the two criminal's get away driver looked on in stunned silence as he watched the events unfold through the shop's windows. The driver whipped out a sub-machine gun after Steve went down, and opened fire. He turned the weapon in an arc, unloading on everyone inside the shop. "Steve! Happy!" He yelled through the now-broken window. Marcus ducked as the bullets started to fly. "Seriously? More guns?" Atlas asked (mostly himself) as he created another construct. A green shield covered the civilians, blocking the hail of gunfire with ease. "No need to fear, citizens, Atlas is here!" Marcus wasn't paying any attention as he looked at a group of frightened people cowering in the corner.
"Hey dunce!" The girl behind the counter yelled over the roaring sound of flying bullets. "Those other guy's are getting away!"
"Huh?" Marcus asked, confused. He turned around to see a few of the bars on his cage shattered and the two thugs gone. "Not a problem for a Green Lantern!" Atlas took flight as his costume replaced his street clothes. He turned around and winked at the worker. "I'll be back for your number. Call the cops for me, by the way." Atlas took off out the front door as the shield once protecting it fell away. The two thugs jumped into the get-away car. "Drive, ya moron! Drive!" Happy yelled as Steve clenched his broken nose. The driver dropped his now-empty sub-machine gun onto the unoccupied passenger seat and slammed his foot into the gas peddle. "Oh no! They have a car! How will I evverrrr catch them." Atlas mocked as he floated above the sidewalk. Marcus disappeared in a flash of green light.
"H-Hey! I think he's gone." Steve said as he looked out the back window. "You see him, Happy?" the driver asked to confirm Steve's suspicions. Happy rolled down his window and stuck his bald head out. "Don't see nothin'." Happy replied. All three of them sighed with relief. "Maybe he can turn invisible." "Don't be ridiculous, Steve." Happy snorted. "What? I didn't say. Gerald? Was that you?" Gerald took in a gulp of air. "Ah, man." He breathed. "Soooo." Marcus started as he put his hands around Steve and Happy's shoulders. "Should I stop the car, or are you going to?" Steve and Happy both started to scream. Gerald struggled to reload his gun with one hand. "Guess I will. I hope everyone is wearing their seatbelts!" A pair of oversized-green boots appeared over Atlas' feet as he slammed the constructs through the floor of the car. The shoes tore through the concrete as the car came slamming to a halt. The driver slammed his face into the airbag, knocked unconscious. Steve was saved by his seat belt, but Happy went flying out the window. Marcus smashed his way through the roof and tossed out a construct in an effort to catch the flying man. A baseball glove the size of a minivan appeared under Happy, who landed safely on the green light before being dumped onto the side of the road.
The sound of sirens alerted Marcus to the eminent arrival of the police. People ran up to see the Green Lantern as he gathered up the gang and tied them up in hardlight. "All in a day's work." Atlas remarked with his hands on his hips. A woman approached with her phone held out and started asking questions. Probably some amateur reporter looking to score in the big team. Atlas tried to answer all of her questions as best he could before the police arrived and carried the criminals away.
"Nice work, kid."
Marcus turned around at the sound of a familiar voice. Jon Stewart floated down to land next to Atlas, looking at the surrounding civilians and the singular reporter. "Nothing I couldn't handle." He replied in his usual smug fashion. "Come on, we need to talk. Alone." The older green lantern said before taking to the skies. Marcus turned back to the reporter, smiling. "Names Atlas, by the way. Maybe we can finish this interview later..Over dinner?" The woman stammered as she started to pull out a card. "I'm L-" She began, before a giant green hand wrapped around Marcus' face and dragged him through the air and to Jon's side. "Ah, man. She was cute." Jon only rolled his eyes before addressing his protege. "I was talking to Batman the other day." He began. "He seems to think you'd make a good addition to the team." Marcus' eyes went wide. "Wait, really?! Do you think so?" Jon looked away and towards the horizon. "Exposure to other heroes would do you some good. You could learn a thing or two from them." Marcus hollered out in joy and did a barrel roll. "I'm going to join the Justice League!" He yelled out in excitement. "Oh man, I can't wait to get Superman's autograph!" There was a moment of silence as Jon tried to stifle a chuckle. "What?" Marcus frowned. "You're not joining the Justice League."
"But you said-"
"I never finished. Batman wants you to join the Teen Titans."
Marcus groaned for nearly a minute. "The Teen Titans? Are you kidding me?" Atlas sighed as his hands flopped to his side. "Kyle was on the Titans for awhile. It's not as bad as you think." Jon reassured with no shortage of amusement. "Well." Marcus thought out loud. "At least Ravager's kinda hot. She's the Titans leader now, right?" "Oh, no. You're not joining the Titans West. Batman needs you on the Titans East."
Marcus didn't say anything for a moment.
"There's a Titans East?"
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FacePunch Death Comes
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Isaac watched his teammates with mild amusement as he snacked on a piece of pizza. Dancing and drinking gave way to intense games of Guitar Hero. He wouldn't be joining them in the festivities, however. Isaac wasn't exactly a people person, and he still felt a bit off about his earlier fight with Lobo. He'd hit the bounty hunter with everything he had and Sentinel had still nearly died. If the Titans' biggest gun couldn't beat someone like Lobo, how in the world were they suppose to get anything done without the Justice League around to pull them out of the fire? Sentinel mused over his teams weakness until he'd finished his pizza. Isaac vanished from sight as he raced down stairs to the ground floor. He came screeching to a halt in front of the front door. Sentinel opened the door and retrieved the package. Huh. Isaac thought as he read the note from Supergirl. How nice of her. Isaac dashed back up the stairs and into his room, dodging around the rest of the Titans on his way. Once up stairs he opened the box and quickly changed into his costume and out of his jeans. As much fun as Grant was having running around without a shirt on, he'd much rather be wearing the colors of his house. Sentinel spun around in a circle as he quickly tossed off his pants and pulled on the Kryptonian ceremonial battle armor.
Sentinel took a moment to look in the mirror. His eyes rested on the 'S' on his chest, a frown forming on Isaac's face.
He didn't feel worthy to wear the symbol of the House of El.
But Rhea was right. Isaac could be worthy. "Just because you stumble doesn't mean that you're lost." Sentinel mumbled to himself. "You just have to try harder." A deep breath later, Isaac turned back towards his door. "Well...Time to be Superman. I guess." Oh boy. Where in the world should he start? "Maybe it'll come to me later." Sentinel said. "Rome wasn't built in a day, as they say." With that, Sentinel raced off upstairs.
Was it weird Isaac was talking to himself? Was that something normal people did? Eh, whatever. He's not aspiring to be normal. Isaac wanted to be Super. Did super-people talk to themselves?
Isaac appeared on the couch, watching Eric finish a round of Guitar Hero. "What'd you blow up this time?" Sentinel asked Gem after Eric finished challenging her to a game. He turned his super-senses to the rest of the room as she stood up and presumably owned Eric's furry ass at the video game. Rhea and Evan both left, off to do whatever it is they do when they're alone. Rhea seemed to be heading to bed, though Eric was going the wrong way if that was what he was planning. The son of Aphrodite dropped his pants in front of poor Stunt Devil as Isaac looked away in disgust. Sentinel turned his attention to Simone, Luke, and Sia. Luke seemed drunk off his rocker an was hitting on Pistolera. Isaac could smell his alcohol breath from all the way across the room. "Three hundred push ups?" Sentinel said semi-quietly, not really addressing Luke. "I can bench press an aircraft carrier." Sandy had some nerve using Isaac's name to flirt.
...
Sentinel's brow furrowed in a combination of confusion and mild anger as Simone actually started to leave with Sandstorm. She must have had some kind of play. Nobody would actually fall for something like that. Right? Or maybe Simone had HIV. Yeah, that was probably it. Why else would somebody want to have sex with that clown?
Ya know, Isaac, Superman wouldn't think something like that.
After the party began to disperse, Sentinel decided to head up to the roof. He didn't need to sleep, so what else would he do but train? He spent the next few hours retrieving his training dummies from the bottom of the ocean. He had to borrow a massive fishing net from a commercial fishing liner to speed up the process. After all, he had to swim more than a mile between the tower and where they'd landed in the ocean. The sun started to come up as Sentinel set back down on the roof of the tower. He'd made quite the racket last night, no doubt, dragging giant promethium blocks around and jumping to the roof and into the water from said roof. While he had the time, Isaac improved his training equipment by replacing the chains with a stronger metal and placing a net on one side of the roof to catch any dummies he sent flying.
With all that done and finished, Isaac started to train. He tried (once more) to improve his hand to hand combat skill. Sentinel practiced his striking as well as some basic grappling maneuvers. Nothing too fancy, due to his lack of formal training, but enough to help him the next time he got into a fight with someone like Lobo. Sentinel also spent some time improving his marksmanship with his heat vision. While Isaac was at it, he tried to come up with more ways to incorporate his freeze breathe into his fighting style to maximize his combat effectiveness.
This continued for a good portion of the day. It wasn't until around five in the afternoon that Sentinel noticed anything else was happening around the tower. Remember how Isaac noted he was practically omnipresent within the tower? He could hear a pin drop at the front door from the roof. He could smell a person's sweat from the opposite side of the island. Isaac was use to the constant thumping of his teammates heartbeats in his ears as they slept. So when Amazon started yelling, he couldn't help but hear it.
"Go away!" The boy had practically screamed. The sound reverberated through Sentinel's skull as he ceased his punching. He glanced down in the direction of Evan's sleeping quarters and activated his X-Ray vision. What was that prick yelling about now? No, wait. Not prick. Person. Superman didn't call his friends pricks...
...Even when they were pricks.
Isaac couldn't see the Amazon. Where was he? Sentinel's eyes flew around the entire building at super speed. He checked every room on every floor in less than a second as he looked for his comrade. Of course, Isaac avoided looking into the girls' rooms as they slept. Anyone else might have peeked. Hell, anyone else would have peeked all the time. But not Sentinel. the 'S' on his chest didn't stand for total shithead.
Ah, there he is. Evan is, no surprise, naked in the kitchen. What had he been yelling about? He probably saw a zit in the mirror when he woke up. Hehehe. What a 'bag.
Sentinel was about to go back to his training when Amazon answered the distress signal. "Calling all Titans, Titans come in!" The voice rang out. "Emergency forces are overwhelmed, unknown creatures are attacking the citizen population, infecting them, their numbers are constantly growing we need back up n..." The message cut out in crackle of static as Evan scrambled for the intercom. Isaac looked towards the city and expanded his hearing and activated his telescopic vision. The city was in total chaos! If Sentinel hadn't dulled his hearing (listening to the entirety of San Francisco gave the young Kryptonian a killer headache) he would have known about this the moment it started. Stupid, Isaac. So stupid. The teen hero took a step towards the edge of the roof with the intent of meeting up with the rest of the team before stopping himself. If Rose wasn't around, as Amazon had said, they wouldn't have a plan. The titans would be scrambling around getting ready while the city was ravaged by some unknown threat. But Sentinel could get there before everyone else.
Isaac activated his communicator. "I can get there without the jet." Sentinel said. "Those people need me now." Isaac bent his knees before leaping into the air. The entire tower shook with the force of Isaac's jump as he went soaring through the air toward the city. He used his enhanced senses to find the largest grouping of police and National Guard forces and guided himself towards that location. There was no time to enjoy the flight as Sentinel worried the team would be too late to help. Where was the Justice League? Bah. Sentinel was all these people had at the moment. Isaac prayed he'd be enough.
The hero slammed into the ground, sending concrete spraying with the force of his impact. He marched past parked police cruisers and APCs and found someone who looked like they were in charge. "Give me a rundown on the situation." He ordered, his voice dripping with livid rage. Someone was going to die today for this.
Sentinel took a moment to look in the mirror. His eyes rested on the 'S' on his chest, a frown forming on Isaac's face.
He didn't feel worthy to wear the symbol of the House of El.
But Rhea was right. Isaac could be worthy. "Just because you stumble doesn't mean that you're lost." Sentinel mumbled to himself. "You just have to try harder." A deep breath later, Isaac turned back towards his door. "Well...Time to be Superman. I guess." Oh boy. Where in the world should he start? "Maybe it'll come to me later." Sentinel said. "Rome wasn't built in a day, as they say." With that, Sentinel raced off upstairs.
Was it weird Isaac was talking to himself? Was that something normal people did? Eh, whatever. He's not aspiring to be normal. Isaac wanted to be Super. Did super-people talk to themselves?
Isaac appeared on the couch, watching Eric finish a round of Guitar Hero. "What'd you blow up this time?" Sentinel asked Gem after Eric finished challenging her to a game. He turned his super-senses to the rest of the room as she stood up and presumably owned Eric's furry ass at the video game. Rhea and Evan both left, off to do whatever it is they do when they're alone. Rhea seemed to be heading to bed, though Eric was going the wrong way if that was what he was planning. The son of Aphrodite dropped his pants in front of poor Stunt Devil as Isaac looked away in disgust. Sentinel turned his attention to Simone, Luke, and Sia. Luke seemed drunk off his rocker an was hitting on Pistolera. Isaac could smell his alcohol breath from all the way across the room. "Three hundred push ups?" Sentinel said semi-quietly, not really addressing Luke. "I can bench press an aircraft carrier." Sandy had some nerve using Isaac's name to flirt.
...
Sentinel's brow furrowed in a combination of confusion and mild anger as Simone actually started to leave with Sandstorm. She must have had some kind of play. Nobody would actually fall for something like that. Right? Or maybe Simone had HIV. Yeah, that was probably it. Why else would somebody want to have sex with that clown?
Ya know, Isaac, Superman wouldn't think something like that.
After the party began to disperse, Sentinel decided to head up to the roof. He didn't need to sleep, so what else would he do but train? He spent the next few hours retrieving his training dummies from the bottom of the ocean. He had to borrow a massive fishing net from a commercial fishing liner to speed up the process. After all, he had to swim more than a mile between the tower and where they'd landed in the ocean. The sun started to come up as Sentinel set back down on the roof of the tower. He'd made quite the racket last night, no doubt, dragging giant promethium blocks around and jumping to the roof and into the water from said roof. While he had the time, Isaac improved his training equipment by replacing the chains with a stronger metal and placing a net on one side of the roof to catch any dummies he sent flying.
With all that done and finished, Isaac started to train. He tried (once more) to improve his hand to hand combat skill. Sentinel practiced his striking as well as some basic grappling maneuvers. Nothing too fancy, due to his lack of formal training, but enough to help him the next time he got into a fight with someone like Lobo. Sentinel also spent some time improving his marksmanship with his heat vision. While Isaac was at it, he tried to come up with more ways to incorporate his freeze breathe into his fighting style to maximize his combat effectiveness.
This continued for a good portion of the day. It wasn't until around five in the afternoon that Sentinel noticed anything else was happening around the tower. Remember how Isaac noted he was practically omnipresent within the tower? He could hear a pin drop at the front door from the roof. He could smell a person's sweat from the opposite side of the island. Isaac was use to the constant thumping of his teammates heartbeats in his ears as they slept. So when Amazon started yelling, he couldn't help but hear it.
"Go away!" The boy had practically screamed. The sound reverberated through Sentinel's skull as he ceased his punching. He glanced down in the direction of Evan's sleeping quarters and activated his X-Ray vision. What was that prick yelling about now? No, wait. Not prick. Person. Superman didn't call his friends pricks...
...Even when they were pricks.
Isaac couldn't see the Amazon. Where was he? Sentinel's eyes flew around the entire building at super speed. He checked every room on every floor in less than a second as he looked for his comrade. Of course, Isaac avoided looking into the girls' rooms as they slept. Anyone else might have peeked. Hell, anyone else would have peeked all the time. But not Sentinel. the 'S' on his chest didn't stand for total shithead.
Ah, there he is. Evan is, no surprise, naked in the kitchen. What had he been yelling about? He probably saw a zit in the mirror when he woke up. Hehehe. What a 'bag.
Sentinel was about to go back to his training when Amazon answered the distress signal. "Calling all Titans, Titans come in!" The voice rang out. "Emergency forces are overwhelmed, unknown creatures are attacking the citizen population, infecting them, their numbers are constantly growing we need back up n..." The message cut out in crackle of static as Evan scrambled for the intercom. Isaac looked towards the city and expanded his hearing and activated his telescopic vision. The city was in total chaos! If Sentinel hadn't dulled his hearing (listening to the entirety of San Francisco gave the young Kryptonian a killer headache) he would have known about this the moment it started. Stupid, Isaac. So stupid. The teen hero took a step towards the edge of the roof with the intent of meeting up with the rest of the team before stopping himself. If Rose wasn't around, as Amazon had said, they wouldn't have a plan. The titans would be scrambling around getting ready while the city was ravaged by some unknown threat. But Sentinel could get there before everyone else.
Isaac activated his communicator. "I can get there without the jet." Sentinel said. "Those people need me now." Isaac bent his knees before leaping into the air. The entire tower shook with the force of Isaac's jump as he went soaring through the air toward the city. He used his enhanced senses to find the largest grouping of police and National Guard forces and guided himself towards that location. There was no time to enjoy the flight as Sentinel worried the team would be too late to help. Where was the Justice League? Bah. Sentinel was all these people had at the moment. Isaac prayed he'd be enough.
The hero slammed into the ground, sending concrete spraying with the force of his impact. He marched past parked police cruisers and APCs and found someone who looked like they were in charge. "Give me a rundown on the situation." He ordered, his voice dripping with livid rage. Someone was going to die today for this.
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FacePunch Death Comes
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Isaac stopped in his tracks as Accelerate appeared in front of him, holding chunks of asphalt in his hands. "First of all, you're slow." The speedster joked. Sentinel's eye twitched as he considered punching Rufus in the face. Did he seriously race all the way over here to make stupid jokes at a time like this? The city was under attack! The nerve he had. "Second; Watch it. And thirdly, you good? We have a whole mess here. I talked to Detective Johnson over there" - pointing towards one of the cruisers. "And it's pretty damn bad. Humanoid creatures are attacking the civilians. They're dying." Okay, Rufus had a point. Sentinel needed to be more careful when he was choosing his landing zone next time. "I'm fine." The Kryptonian growled. Accelerate was just wasting his time telling Isaac stuff he already knew. The city was under attack, and there were monsters on a murderous rampage stomping around San Francisco.
"I don't think we can go in guns - eyes, blazing. We need a plan, and I don't have one yet. I need you to keep it together. This isn't Lobo, this is much closer to civilians." Rufus admitted, rarely without a plan and even rarer to be willing to admit it. "The others won't be here for a minute, you're the one with the S on your chest, what ya' think?"
"You want a plan?" Sentinel began. "We need to take these things down and keep the humans outta harms way. Go non-lethal, we don't know if these...things can be cured. I'm going to try and find the source and shut it down. Hopefully we can keep this contained, and it doesn't spread outside of San Francisco." And people said Rufus was the brains of the operation. Keep it simple, the more time they took brain storming the harder their jobs get.
Sentinel was about to take off when one of the nearby police officer's started to panic. A missile? Isaac turned his eyes toward the sky and used his enhanced senses to identify the flying object. "That's not a missile." Sentinel commented as he watched the robot slam into a bakery and onto the street. Sentinel activated his X-Ray vision, examining the man within the suit as he fought off a number of the zombie husks. Isaac couldn't identify the man, but he noticed the Welsh accent hidden underneath the robotic-sounding voice modular. "Superboy, Kid-Flash! What're doing just standing there, like a pair of spare nerds at the prom? There's a zombie apocalypse going on out there, in case you hadn't noticed! It's full on Romero out there! I could use a hand!" That metal-clad, stuck up piece of shit. Who was he calling a nerd?! Isaac took a deep breath. Now wasn't the time to go starting fights with other good guys. He needed to stay calm and focused if they were going to beat this so called apocalypse. Sentinel ran over to the new hero's side, barely under the speed of sound to spare the police officers' hearing. He gave the mechanized suit a look over before talking to the unidentified superhero. "The name's Sentinel." Isaac took his communicator off his belt, handing it to Blue Paladin. "Patch into our radio frequency. We'll need to be able to communicate with you if we're going to work together." Isaac explained to the new-comer. "What kind of sensors are you packing? I could use some help looking for the cause of these things. Oh, and how about you try not to kill anymore 'zombies?' We might be able to salvage them."
"I don't think we can go in guns - eyes, blazing. We need a plan, and I don't have one yet. I need you to keep it together. This isn't Lobo, this is much closer to civilians." Rufus admitted, rarely without a plan and even rarer to be willing to admit it. "The others won't be here for a minute, you're the one with the S on your chest, what ya' think?"
"You want a plan?" Sentinel began. "We need to take these things down and keep the humans outta harms way. Go non-lethal, we don't know if these...things can be cured. I'm going to try and find the source and shut it down. Hopefully we can keep this contained, and it doesn't spread outside of San Francisco." And people said Rufus was the brains of the operation. Keep it simple, the more time they took brain storming the harder their jobs get.
Sentinel was about to take off when one of the nearby police officer's started to panic. A missile? Isaac turned his eyes toward the sky and used his enhanced senses to identify the flying object. "That's not a missile." Sentinel commented as he watched the robot slam into a bakery and onto the street. Sentinel activated his X-Ray vision, examining the man within the suit as he fought off a number of the zombie husks. Isaac couldn't identify the man, but he noticed the Welsh accent hidden underneath the robotic-sounding voice modular. "Superboy, Kid-Flash! What're doing just standing there, like a pair of spare nerds at the prom? There's a zombie apocalypse going on out there, in case you hadn't noticed! It's full on Romero out there! I could use a hand!" That metal-clad, stuck up piece of shit. Who was he calling a nerd?! Isaac took a deep breath. Now wasn't the time to go starting fights with other good guys. He needed to stay calm and focused if they were going to beat this so called apocalypse. Sentinel ran over to the new hero's side, barely under the speed of sound to spare the police officers' hearing. He gave the mechanized suit a look over before talking to the unidentified superhero. "The name's Sentinel." Isaac took his communicator off his belt, handing it to Blue Paladin. "Patch into our radio frequency. We'll need to be able to communicate with you if we're going to work together." Isaac explained to the new-comer. "What kind of sensors are you packing? I could use some help looking for the cause of these things. Oh, and how about you try not to kill anymore 'zombies?' We might be able to salvage them."
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Polemos groaned as he felt himself slam into a van. He'd just received the beating of a lifetime from Lost Haven's premier superhero. Chike spat a glob of blood onto the ground as he adjusted his nose. The Greek warrior pulled himself to his feet as Icon stepped towards him, garbed in cape and tights. "I will not surrender to the likes of you." Polemos muttered as he stretched his muscles. He was grateful for the brief respite offered by the blue-man. "Your city burns, hero. Yet here you are, protecting that disgusting creature instead of the citizens of Lost Haven. How utterly noble." Polemos sneered. "When I have disconnected your head from your shoulders and mounted your visage on my spear, I'll make sure the world knows how you cried and begged for your life." Polemos shot forward towards Icon, a sonic boom exploding behind him as he broke the sound barrier. The servant of Ares drew his sword and shield as the two of them collided and Polemos launched the two of them into the sky. Chike stabbed and slashed at Icon with his short sword, using his shield to block Icon's retaliations. "I am Polemos! I am WAR!" Chike cried as he kneed Icon in the stomach and bashed his shield onto the hero's back. Icon went crashing into a Burger Mart filled with cowering civilians.
The armored berserker landed inside the fast food restaurant. He barreled into Icon once more as the two titans went flying out of the building and through the streets. The Blue Marvel wailed on Polemos, drawing blood from Chike. This concerned the man inside the monster. Icon was stronger, that much was apparent. The only reason Polemos seemed to be able to match the blue marvel in combat was using his mastery of armed combat. He blocked the majority of Icon's powerful blows and energy blasts, yet the few that got through did more damage than Polemos seemed to be able to inflict on Icon. He struck with all of his strength behind his blade, Yet Chike couldn't cut the hero for the life of him. This only caused the villain to roar in anger as he tried ever harder to wound Icon. "Why don't you bleed?!" Polemos cried as fire engulfed the Greek. The green flames of Hephaestus poured over the dueling powerhouses as Polemos rage seemed to manifest itself. "Just let me kill you, damnit! Hades curse you!" Polemos needed to use a new approach. If he couldn't beat Icon physically, then he needed to play to the hero's personality. He needed to strike Icon where he would feel it most.
Chike broke off from the mid-air duel and looked for a target as he flew away from Icon. The hero was right on Polemos' tail as he searched for his target. Ah! There! Polemos slammed through the roof of a nearby night club. He looked around at the terrified people, an insane smile etched upon his dark face. "I must be quick about this. He's right behind me." Chike muttered as he flew over towards the weaklings. One of them, a young woman, whipped out a tazer and attempted to defend herself. Polemos merely laughed as he backhanded the defenseless woman. Another woman, apparently a friend of hers from the creature's unending whining, rushed to the woman's side. "Oh no you don't." Polemos grabbed the girl and she screamed. "I need your help if I'm going to kill that stupid hero." Chike wrapped his armed hand around the girl's waist as he held her in front of him, using her as a shield. Icon appeared through the ceiling. "Ah! What took you so long, hero?!" Polemos laughed as he put his sword to the girl's throat. "They're so very fragile, aren't they?" Chike whispered as he tapped the edge of his sword against the woman's throat. "I don't know why you waste your time with them. These humans...They're beneath people like us. Aren't they?" The girl struggled in the Greek's arms. Polemos whispered in her ear, his eyes never leaving Icon's. "Shhhhh. Shhhhh. It'll be over soon. Tell her, Icon. Tell her she'll be alright. Lie to her face. Tell her it's all going to be okay." Polemos stood there, smiling like a maniac.
"TELL HER!"
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Sentinel watched as the armored Paladin took flight and left him there, in the street. Isaac looked around at the madness surrounding him. San Francisco was under attack by a horde of the undead. Moments ago Rufus had stomped off, looking pissed off. That worried the Kryptonian. Accelerate was usually the most level-headed of the Titans. What set him off like that? Gah. That isn't important right now. Sentinel made a mental note to approach his teammate about his little outburst later. A sonic boom echoed throughout the streets as Sentinel took off into the heart of the city. He used his powerful senses to locate groups of survivors, and steered himself towards them at supersonic speeds. The Kryptonian arrived at an apartment building crawling with husks. Isaac furrowed his brow as he watched the creatures scale the building's walls to get to the people hiding inside. The new hero he'd talked to earlier said that these...things...Couldn't be saved. That they were, for all intents and purposes, dead. They just hadn't been put six feet under yet. Sentinel took a deep breath. This was the closest thing to killing innocent people as he'd ever done. It bothered the Kryptonian. Isaac always thought he'd be able to kill on a moment's notice. But now that he was here, watching these monsters try to kill people..He had to. There was no other way. Rao, forgive me.
The young hero launched into action. He used his heat vision to bisect the zombies on the outside of the building before rushing inside. He froze a pair of walkers standing just in front of the door before crashing through them and making his way upstairs. Sentinel sliced through another half a dozen husks with his heat vision as he reached the top floor. About twenty people had barricaded themselves inside a single room, which was now under assault by a horde of the living dead. It all felt so surreal as Isaac crashed into the horde of zombies and began to tear them apart, limb from limb. Sentinel had been told to avoid hand to hand combat. But Isaac had to do this. He had to feel these beasts with his own hands. They felt just like normal humans. Yet their skin was cold. And their hearts did not beat within their chests. They were monsters, through and through. Not people. Not anymore. Sentinel slammed his hand through the last of the zombies' skulls. His life force rushed back inside Isaac's body like a tidal wave. The creatures had tried to drain the Kryptonian, but they had failed. Sentinel wouldn't fall so easily to mere fodder. The Teen Titan knocked on the door of the apartment. "It's safe." For a moment, there was no reply. Then the door opened and people started to come out. Men, women, and children of all ages flooded the halls and surrounded Sentinel. "The city is under attack. You need to get out of the city before more of those things come this way. Follow me. I'll protect you."
The Kryptonian led nearly two dozen people out of the apartment. Sentinel found a nearby school bus, and sighed with relief. "Alright. Everyone get inside." Sentinel ordered. The people were quick to oblige. Isaac stood to the side, watching the civilians' backs as they made their way onto the abandoned bus. The last of the people to get on, a little boy, tugged on Sentinel's cape. "Superman?" The little guy said as he clutched a teddy bear. Sentinel couldn't help but smile as he bent down in front of the kid. "Yeah?" He asked. "Thank you." The little boy wrapped his tiny arms around Sentinel. Isaac blushed as he returned the hug. Such affection, and from a total stranger? "Alright, buddy." Sentinel began as he stood up, placing the boy inside the bus. "I'm putting you in charge of all these people. You have to protect them after I get you out of the city. Can you do that for me?" The little guy nodded and Isaac ruffled his hair. "Alright, everyone take a seat!" Sentinel ordered before closing the bus' door.
Superman's protege lifted the bus full of people. He couldn't fly, so Isaac would have to run them out of San Francisco. Sentinel gripped the bus with all of his strength as he began to make his way through the city. He accelerated to just under the speed of sound, his bio-matrix field protecting the bus and everyone inside from the dangers of moving so fast without proper equipment or protection. Within minutes Sentinel and the bus full of civilians were out of the city and in the evacuation zone. Sentinel set the bus down and people poured out of the vehicle. Isaac watched them for a moment before leaping back into the city. He wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.
Hordes of zombies that once roamed San Francisco now lay motionless in the streets. Sentinel rocketed across the city, dealing death to the undead. Huge swathes of husks fell to the Kryptonians powerful heat vision and freeze breath. Nothing would stand in the hero's way as he cleared out hundreds upon hundreds of husks with extreme prejudice. These beasts had hurt people. Killed them. Now that Sentinel knew the people they once were was long gone, he set to work massacring the monsters in mass. He saw mothers and fathers. Sons and daughters. Now they were nothing but shriveled shells, trying to consume the living for some unknown purpose. Rage and sadness swirled within Sentinel's heart. He felt nothing else as he committed what could only be described as genocide. "I couldn't save you!" Isaac yelled as he ripped one of the beasts' heads off. "I was suppose to protect you!" A pair of husks fell as Sentinel tore them apart. "I'm..." Sentinel grabbed a husk that seemed much smaller than the rest. A child, once upon a time. "I'm sorry." Isaac broke the creature's neck and tossed the tiny, lifeless corpse to the side. He leaped into the air and landed on a nearby building, panting. They had nearly killed him. "All my fault..." He muttered as the husks dashed towards him. "DIE!" Isaac let loose his heat vision at full bore. The beams stretched as far as Sentinel could see, turning hundreds of husks to ash as they tried to attack the Teen Titan.
Isaac fell to his knees.
Sound rushed into Sentinel's ears. He could hear the Tower's alarms going off in the distance. He tried to stand, but he'd drained his reserves dry with that last attack. Isaac let loose a small cry as he struggled to breathe. How many people had he killed today? Six hundred? A Thousand? Two? Yet the armies of the dead seemed endless. All of this power, and yet Sentinel couldn't save them. All of these people had died. And it was all his fault. "I'm done." Isaac muttered as he stared at the top of the roof, on his hands and knees. Sweat dripped from his entire body. Voices echoed from his communicator. Amazon yelled out battle cries. So much hate..How uncharacteristic of Evan. Static Shock was asking for help. What was he doing in San Francisco? Sentinel could hear the sounds of combat through the communicator. The Tower was definitely under attack. His friends were in danger. But Isaac couldn't get to his feet. Sentinel looked to the sky, and saw that dark clouds covered the sun. He wasn't recharging. Isaac sighed, a feeling of uselessness creeping into the back of his mind.
Then Thermo activated his communicator. "We may not have Ravager, but we have each other. We're Teen Titans and that means something even if we hate each other. Try to attack these brain eaters at a range. We don't need any teen heroes joining their ranks. Let's show them that they messed with the wrong team." Sentinel looked at his communicator, and then back at the dark sky. "Titans...Together!!"
Sentinel pushed himself to his feet. Those guys needed his help. Isaac looked towards the tower. The dead were crawling all over it. An endless wave of the husks climbed onto the island and into the hangar. This enemy was without number. Without remorse. "Rao..I need you. Give me your strength." As if by some miracle, the clouds began to split. Light poured down from the heavens and over Sentinel. Isaac felt his strength returning in spades. Isaac soaked in the suns glorious rays before activating his communicator. "Static, this is Sentinel. I'm coming." The Kryptonian quickly examined the city, looking for the senior Titan. Combining his telescopic and X-Ray visions, this shouldn't take too- There he is! Sentinel leaped into the air, cracking the rooftop under him with the force of his take off. Sentinel soared through the air, landing a block away from Static and the horde attacking him. He wasn't at full strength, but Sentinel had enough power to save his fellow hero and Titan. Another sonic boom announced Sentinel's arrival as he slammed into the crowd of zombies trying to get at Static. "The Titans are under attack! We need to finish up here and get to the tower." Sentinel's heat vision sliced through husk after husk as he smashed and tore them apart with his bare hands, unafraid of their life draining touch. Isaac felt invincible as he fought side by side with Static, felling the beasts with swift and righteous anger.
As the last corpse fell, Sentinel looked towards Static. "Let's go." Sentinel panted before launching into the air and soaring towards Titans Tower. Isaac crashed on the island, sending rock and dirt flying as he landed opposite the tower. He set to work attacking the husks, brute forcing his way toward the hangar. He was going to save them. He was going to save them all.
"Sentinel to the team, I'm coming for you! Just hold out for a little longer. I brought a friend."
The young hero launched into action. He used his heat vision to bisect the zombies on the outside of the building before rushing inside. He froze a pair of walkers standing just in front of the door before crashing through them and making his way upstairs. Sentinel sliced through another half a dozen husks with his heat vision as he reached the top floor. About twenty people had barricaded themselves inside a single room, which was now under assault by a horde of the living dead. It all felt so surreal as Isaac crashed into the horde of zombies and began to tear them apart, limb from limb. Sentinel had been told to avoid hand to hand combat. But Isaac had to do this. He had to feel these beasts with his own hands. They felt just like normal humans. Yet their skin was cold. And their hearts did not beat within their chests. They were monsters, through and through. Not people. Not anymore. Sentinel slammed his hand through the last of the zombies' skulls. His life force rushed back inside Isaac's body like a tidal wave. The creatures had tried to drain the Kryptonian, but they had failed. Sentinel wouldn't fall so easily to mere fodder. The Teen Titan knocked on the door of the apartment. "It's safe." For a moment, there was no reply. Then the door opened and people started to come out. Men, women, and children of all ages flooded the halls and surrounded Sentinel. "The city is under attack. You need to get out of the city before more of those things come this way. Follow me. I'll protect you."
The Kryptonian led nearly two dozen people out of the apartment. Sentinel found a nearby school bus, and sighed with relief. "Alright. Everyone get inside." Sentinel ordered. The people were quick to oblige. Isaac stood to the side, watching the civilians' backs as they made their way onto the abandoned bus. The last of the people to get on, a little boy, tugged on Sentinel's cape. "Superman?" The little guy said as he clutched a teddy bear. Sentinel couldn't help but smile as he bent down in front of the kid. "Yeah?" He asked. "Thank you." The little boy wrapped his tiny arms around Sentinel. Isaac blushed as he returned the hug. Such affection, and from a total stranger? "Alright, buddy." Sentinel began as he stood up, placing the boy inside the bus. "I'm putting you in charge of all these people. You have to protect them after I get you out of the city. Can you do that for me?" The little guy nodded and Isaac ruffled his hair. "Alright, everyone take a seat!" Sentinel ordered before closing the bus' door.
Superman's protege lifted the bus full of people. He couldn't fly, so Isaac would have to run them out of San Francisco. Sentinel gripped the bus with all of his strength as he began to make his way through the city. He accelerated to just under the speed of sound, his bio-matrix field protecting the bus and everyone inside from the dangers of moving so fast without proper equipment or protection. Within minutes Sentinel and the bus full of civilians were out of the city and in the evacuation zone. Sentinel set the bus down and people poured out of the vehicle. Isaac watched them for a moment before leaping back into the city. He wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.
Hordes of zombies that once roamed San Francisco now lay motionless in the streets. Sentinel rocketed across the city, dealing death to the undead. Huge swathes of husks fell to the Kryptonians powerful heat vision and freeze breath. Nothing would stand in the hero's way as he cleared out hundreds upon hundreds of husks with extreme prejudice. These beasts had hurt people. Killed them. Now that Sentinel knew the people they once were was long gone, he set to work massacring the monsters in mass. He saw mothers and fathers. Sons and daughters. Now they were nothing but shriveled shells, trying to consume the living for some unknown purpose. Rage and sadness swirled within Sentinel's heart. He felt nothing else as he committed what could only be described as genocide. "I couldn't save you!" Isaac yelled as he ripped one of the beasts' heads off. "I was suppose to protect you!" A pair of husks fell as Sentinel tore them apart. "I'm..." Sentinel grabbed a husk that seemed much smaller than the rest. A child, once upon a time. "I'm sorry." Isaac broke the creature's neck and tossed the tiny, lifeless corpse to the side. He leaped into the air and landed on a nearby building, panting. They had nearly killed him. "All my fault..." He muttered as the husks dashed towards him. "DIE!" Isaac let loose his heat vision at full bore. The beams stretched as far as Sentinel could see, turning hundreds of husks to ash as they tried to attack the Teen Titan.
Isaac fell to his knees.
Sound rushed into Sentinel's ears. He could hear the Tower's alarms going off in the distance. He tried to stand, but he'd drained his reserves dry with that last attack. Isaac let loose a small cry as he struggled to breathe. How many people had he killed today? Six hundred? A Thousand? Two? Yet the armies of the dead seemed endless. All of this power, and yet Sentinel couldn't save them. All of these people had died. And it was all his fault. "I'm done." Isaac muttered as he stared at the top of the roof, on his hands and knees. Sweat dripped from his entire body. Voices echoed from his communicator. Amazon yelled out battle cries. So much hate..How uncharacteristic of Evan. Static Shock was asking for help. What was he doing in San Francisco? Sentinel could hear the sounds of combat through the communicator. The Tower was definitely under attack. His friends were in danger. But Isaac couldn't get to his feet. Sentinel looked to the sky, and saw that dark clouds covered the sun. He wasn't recharging. Isaac sighed, a feeling of uselessness creeping into the back of his mind.
Then Thermo activated his communicator. "We may not have Ravager, but we have each other. We're Teen Titans and that means something even if we hate each other. Try to attack these brain eaters at a range. We don't need any teen heroes joining their ranks. Let's show them that they messed with the wrong team." Sentinel looked at his communicator, and then back at the dark sky. "Titans...Together!!"
Sentinel pushed himself to his feet. Those guys needed his help. Isaac looked towards the tower. The dead were crawling all over it. An endless wave of the husks climbed onto the island and into the hangar. This enemy was without number. Without remorse. "Rao..I need you. Give me your strength." As if by some miracle, the clouds began to split. Light poured down from the heavens and over Sentinel. Isaac felt his strength returning in spades. Isaac soaked in the suns glorious rays before activating his communicator. "Static, this is Sentinel. I'm coming." The Kryptonian quickly examined the city, looking for the senior Titan. Combining his telescopic and X-Ray visions, this shouldn't take too- There he is! Sentinel leaped into the air, cracking the rooftop under him with the force of his take off. Sentinel soared through the air, landing a block away from Static and the horde attacking him. He wasn't at full strength, but Sentinel had enough power to save his fellow hero and Titan. Another sonic boom announced Sentinel's arrival as he slammed into the crowd of zombies trying to get at Static. "The Titans are under attack! We need to finish up here and get to the tower." Sentinel's heat vision sliced through husk after husk as he smashed and tore them apart with his bare hands, unafraid of their life draining touch. Isaac felt invincible as he fought side by side with Static, felling the beasts with swift and righteous anger.
As the last corpse fell, Sentinel looked towards Static. "Let's go." Sentinel panted before launching into the air and soaring towards Titans Tower. Isaac crashed on the island, sending rock and dirt flying as he landed opposite the tower. He set to work attacking the husks, brute forcing his way toward the hangar. He was going to save them. He was going to save them all.
"Sentinel to the team, I'm coming for you! Just hold out for a little longer. I brought a friend."
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Character you have created: Varune Walker the Nobleborn
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FacePunch Death Comes
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Character you have created: Harvey & Laura Smith
Alias: Thunderbolt (left) Boom (Right)
Speech Color: color=6ecff6 Thunderbolt; color=f26522 Boom
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: Thunderbolt: Harvey was born to be a hero. He is fiercely protective of others, and dislikes bullies. Harvey believes that everyone has a duty to help their fellow man however they can, and lives his life by that philosophy. Harvey gives to the poor, became a police officer, and eventually a superhero because he simply wants to help. Harvey is loving, compassionate, and intelligent. However, he does have flaws. He can be naive, and his code of honor can get in the way of the greater good. Harvey refuses to kill, and looks to end conflicts as peacefully as he can. When Thunderbolt sets his mind to something there is little others can do to change it. Harvey works for the Lost Haven Police Department.
Boom: Unlike her brother, Laura is a fighter. She's stubborn and pigheaded, and believes she's always right. While Laura follows a code similar to Harvey's, she goes about fulfilling it differently. Boom always looks to accomplish her goals for the greater good of mankind. While Harvey might walk an old woman across the street, Laura wants to expose a politician's corruption. She's pragmatic and calculating, choosing to use her time more wisely than her brother. Laura is rebellious, bold, and cunning. Laura has always had a nose for the truth, and has always worked as a journalist since her middle school days. She writes for the Daily Watchmen, one of Lost Haven's biggest newspapers.
Uniform/costume: See above. Boom's costume covers more skin; similar to Thunderbolt's. When not in costume, the siblings dye their hair to distance themselves from the appearance they have as heroes. Harvey stands at 5'11, and Laura at 5'9. Both are extremely fit.
Origin Info/Details: Harvey and Laura are siblings, both in their early twenties. They grew up in Lost Haven, New Hampshire; specifically the Little Sicily quarter with two loving parents and a large extended family. They were the Smiths only children, and thus were a bit spoiled. They lived a fairly peaceful life, and were pretty well off for a family living in the big city. Harvey was considered a troubled child during school for his tendency to get into fights protecting total strangers from bullies and thugs. Eventually Harvey got so out of hand that the kids' parents had both Harvey and Laura join a self defense class. This started what became a favorite hobby for both kids, who eventually joined an amateur Mixed Martial Arts gym in order to continue following their newfound interest. High School marked the first time Laura worked for a newspaper (she wrote for the school paper) as well as the first time Harvey found himself in police custody for grievously harming a local bully.
These patterns continued until the two graduated High School and set out into the world to find themselves. Laura signed up with the Daily Watchmen with the end goal of becoming a Pulitzer prize winning writer. Harvey joined the Lost Haven Police Department, ironically, with no real career in mind. His only goal was dishing out punishment to people who picked on the weak and defenseless. Eventually the siblings decided to move out of their parents' apartment and moved to Sherman Square, sharing an apartment of their own until they could afford two.
Life was good. Work was stressful for both of them, but the kids enjoyed their jobs. They didn't have trouble paying rent. When the metas first appeared, their reactions were mixed. Harvey adored Icon and the other heroes for their dedication to justice. They were a godsend to the crime-ravaged city, which had suffered under the heel of the world's most powerful mob, the Shroud Syndicate. Harvey was one of the few cops not on their payroll. Laura didn't trust them: no one should have that much power. What if Icon turned bad? He could destroy entire nations and no one could stop him. And all these super villains that seemed to follow after him, like the dreaded Nightmare? Metahumans were too much trouble, and Laura hated having to put trust in people she didn't know to protect her.
Then D-Day struck.
Harvey had been among the police who were in the thick of the fighting. He'd nearly been gutted on more than one occasion by the invading monsters and demons. He'd seen too many friends die that day. Laura had intentionally put herself in the middle of the action. She recorded everything, both with her phone and a notepad. Her piece on the D-Day violence won her two whole promotions for being one of the only reporters brave enough to document the events of D-Day.
Less than a week after the attack, the siblings were walking home together. It was raining, harder than it had rained in years. Flash flood warnings were in affect as the two rushed to their apartment, having left their car home since there hadn't been any projected rain that evening. While walking through the park, the two were struck by a series of lightning bolts. When they awoke in the hospital, it seemed a miracle had occurred. The doctors reported that the two had been covered head to toe in third degree burns, yet they had healed in less than an hour. The doctors marked it up as a freak accident (and reported the incident to STRIKE) and sent the Smiths on their way.
Thus, Thunderbolt and Boom were born.
At first, Laura wanted to ignore her abilities until they could find a cure. Harvey, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He could finally be a superhero! The two argued about what to do about their new found abilities for days. Eventually Laura agreed to go along with Harvey's hair brained superhero scheme, at least for the mean time. Laura and Harvey discovered the extent of their powers over the next few months as they trained and fought, sharpening their reflexes so they could better operate at the speed of lightning. Once the two thought they had their powers under control, the Smiths started their career as superheroic siblings. They had one of their most trusted friends, Brooklyn Stone, sew them both friction proof costumes. Harvey's best friend, Eric Harrison, set the two up with magnetized ear pieces so they could communicate even while travelling faster than sound. Once they were properly equipped, Thunderbolt and Boom set out to debut themselves as Lost Haven's nearest heroic duo.
Hero Type: Speedsters
Power Level: City level
Powers:
Super Speed: Harvey and Laura's primary power is super speed, with their other abilities existing as subsidiaries of this ability. When Thunderbolt or Boom run, time and space seems to bend as everything slows down around them. They are able to perceive things in slow motion, as well as talk at super speeds to each other using their magnetized ear pieces. The siblings are capable of reaching speeds up to mach 300, faster than the speed of lightning. There are signs that the two are slowly becoming faster the more they push themselves.
Tornado Generation: Thunderbolt and Boom can run in circles at super speed to create a vortex that they are both able to control. They can rotate their limbs at super speed to generate tornados to either send enemies flying or suck the air out of their lungs and keep them from breathing.
Healing Factor: While the Lightning Effect allows the speedsters to tank enormous damage without harm, there are still things that the Effect can't absorb. To make up for this, the Lightning Effect increases the siblings' natural healing factors to the umpth degree. With this healing factor, third degree burns heal in less than an hour. Minor cuts in minutes. Entire organs regenerate in a day. Broken Bones repair themselves in hours.
Super-Intelligence: Harvey and Laura's brains move as fast as they do, allowing them to think at extreme speeds. They are capable of reading entire books in seconds. Their brains' short term memory lasts thousands of times longer than the short term memory of a human being. The Smiths brains process information at such rates that Thunderbolt and Boom are able to perceive bullets at near stand still. Such increased reflexes allow them to experience years in the span of a second, disarm an army of their weapons before they can fire a single shot, and dismantle missile moments before they explode.
Lightning Effect: The mysterious source of Thunderbolt and Boom's powers. A blue aura surrounds each of them that absorbs kinetic energy. This aura protects them and anyone they are carrying from the effects of the speed, especially the effects of friction and airborne particulate matter. It also prevents them from sustaining injury from high-speed impacts, and affords a low-level of superhuman resistance to injury. Both of the siblings are able to expertly control the Effect, increasing their combat effectiveness drastically.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 100+ MPH [ mach 300, faster than lightning]
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 1 hour
Agility: 20X Human level
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Trained [Thunderbolt and Boom are both experienced in kickboxing, having trained since they were young]
Resources: Average
Weaknesses: Molecules slow down in subzero temperatures. This applies to the speedsters as well: The colder the environment, the slower Thunderbolt and Boom are forced to move. Slick floors also mean that the speedster siblings can't get traction, and can't run at super speeds. Harvey and Laura have to consume more food than the average human to compensate for the Lightning Effect speeding up their metabolisms. The Lighting Effect can be manipulated by outside forces, stealing the Smiths speed and rending them powerless.
Supporting Characters:
Brooklyn Stone: A childhood friend of Harvey and Laura. She is a skilled tailor, and created Thunderbolt and Boom's costumes, and repairs said costumes whenever they are damaged. She owns a small shop in the heart of Chinatown.
Eric Harrison: Best friend of Harvey. The two have been close since Harvey fended off a couple of bullies that were harassing young Eric. Harrison is a technology guru, and provides the team all of their gadgets and support on the field. He monitors police scanners and contacts the Smiths when there's trouble. Eric has no official job, living off his parents' fortune.
Commissioner Jessica Valdez: Commissioner of the Lost Haven Police Department and Harvey's boss. She doesn't know Harvey is Thunderbolt, and despises both him and his other identity for working against her. Corrupt and greedy, she serves at the pay of the Shroud Syndicate and his on the top of Thunderbolt's enemy list.
Editor-in-Chief Gary Gold: Chief of the Daily Watchmen and Laura's boss. He has a hard nose for the truth, and only prints the facts. He's one of the few newspaper in Lost Haven not controlled by the mob. Gary doesn't know Laura is Boom, but she's one of his most trusted reporters and writers. Publicly supports superheroes and condemns the police for their corruption. The Watchmen is set up in the Financial District.
Peter and Emily Smith: Harvey and Laura's parents. They don't know their children are superheroes. Loving and kind, Peter and Emily support their children whenever they can. Peter is a retired boxer, and Emily is an artist. They both live in an apartment in Little Sicily.
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Sample Post: Harvey was bored. He'd just gotten off of work and was waiting for Laura to pick him outside the precinct. "Come on, come on, come on. Where is she?" Harvey repeated under his breathe as he tapped his foot rapidly against the sidewalk beneath his feet. He could have ran home and gotten there in a second, but this whole secret identity thing didn't allow it. People would start to wonder how Harvey moved around so fast without a car. They'd ask questions; and when all of your co-workers are detectives and police officers, acting suspicious isn't recommended. So here Harvey was, stuck sitting on a bench outside the police department, waiting for his sister. She probably stayed late again working on another story. She was always doing that. Which was fine, Harvey guessed, but Laura could have at least called. Was that so hard? Picking up her cell phone and telling her older brother 'Hey, I'm going to be working late. You should just walk home.' Sergeant Smith sighed as he slumped in his seat, nearly dozing off despite the biting cold of the February air. Couldn't it be summer already? Harvey felt so...Sluggish during winter. The speedster considered just walking home when his ear buzzed. He reached up and touched the small bluetooth device, activating it.
"Go ahead, Eric."
Finally, some action! With all the other metahumans running around, you'd think Thunderbolt would be busier. Yet, it seemed all the crime across the city was being dealt by other heroes most of the time. Harvey pulled his coat tighter around himself as his best friend started talking.
"Alright. We've got a robbery in progress on the corner of Roe and Beacon. Somebody's trying to rob Clarie's Jewelry. They've got a meta with 'em, too. A brick by the sounds of it. Bulletproof, tearing steel apart with ease. Sounds like your kind of gig." Harvey looked around. He didn't want anyone to see him race off at mach 300. Once Thunderbolt was sure the close was clear, Harvey took off. He kept his speed low, about mach 50, so that the Lightning Effect kept his clothes intact. He needed to reach his house and change into costume. He dodged around people, cars, and buildings as he reached his house in the span of a single sentence. Harvey unlocked his door and raced into his room, opening a locked chest where he kept his Thunderbolt costume. Harvey changed in a flash before disappearing out the fire escape and racing down the side of his apartment building. The speedster cranked his speed up to max and reached the site of the robbery in seconds.
"Where's my sister, by the way?" Harvey wondered as he observed the situation. Five gunmen, all armed with automatic weapons. They wouldn't be an issue. The real problem was the metahuman. The guy stood at a massive eight foot tall and was covered in stone, head to foot. Oh boy. Thunderbolt thought. He'll be trouble. "Laura's still working on a report. Something about more and more of Lost Haven's biggest companies falling under the influence of mobsters. Really interesting piece, actually." Harvey sighed as the gunmen exited the jewelry store carrying bags full of loot. "Really? What's Gold think?" Thunderbolt asked as he pursued the gunmen to their getaway vehicle. They had yet to spot the hero, who was moving too fast for the human eye to follow. "Gary? Gary's skeptical. Not enough hard facts about these mobsters to start publishing front page stories about 'em. He wants her to keep pursuing the angle, though." The metahuman hopped into the back of the car as the gunmen all filed inside with the loot and started to drive away. "You should probably-" Eric began. "Yeah, yeah. I got it." Thunderbolt disappeared in a flash of light as he reached the vehicle. Harvey began popping the tires, rapidly vibrating his fingers to turn them sharp. The vehicle swerved as the driver lost control of the car, and they crashed into the side of a building.
Thunderbolt stood atop the car, looking down at the stunned thugs. "So you should surrender, because we all know how this is going to go down." Not wanting to go down without a fight, the masked criminals opened fire. They sprayed holes through the roof of their car as they tried to kill the hero attempting to stop them in their tracks. Harvey hummed a tune as he casually grabbed the bullets out from the air. The thugs and their metahuman comrade all exited the car and spread out. Thunderbolt just smiled as they continued to fire until they were out of ammo. "My turn." He announced, launching the bullets at super speed into the thugs. The bullets were moving too slowly to pierce a human's skin, but fast enough to knock out all of the gunmen in a hail of gunfire. The metahuman growled, leaping over to the car an grabbing at the speedster. Thunderbolt jumped over his head and landed a good few yards away. "So what do they call you? Brickhead? Mister Stone?" Harvey quipped as the frustrated meta grabbed the getaway car and tossed it in the speedster's direction. "Name's Concrete!" He growled as Thunderbolt grabbed a pair of the unconscious criminals before the car could land on them. "Your name'll be Con-VICT when we're done here!" Thunderbolt joked with a smirk as he charged the metahuman. "Stop. Stop please." Eric begged over the comms as he watched the fight through the camera built in to Thunderbolt's goggles. "That physically hurt."
"Whatever, you're just jealous of my quick wit."
The speedster unleashed a barrage of punches onto Concrete's abdomen. The Hundred Speeding Fists, Harvey liked to call it. Thunderbolt dashed backwards as Concrete tried to grab his attacker. "Ow. Ow. Ow." Thunderbolt complained as he rubbed his fists together. Concrete laughed as the speedster danced around in discomfort. "Ya can't hurt me, little punk! I've fought with the big leagues! You ain't nothin'." Thunderbolt growled as he considered his options. "Any ideas on how to take this guy down, big man?" Eric asked. Harvey spent a microsecond thinking it over before he thought of another plan. "Yeah. Let's see if he has to breathe." Thunderbolt began rotating his arms at the speed of lightning, creating a vacuum around Concrete as he sucked the air out of the immediate area and the meta's lungs. Concrete fell to his knees on the street, clutching his throat as he struggled to breathe air that wasn't there. It took nearly three minutes before the guy collapsed, unconscious. "Score one for team Thunderbolt!" Harvey cheered, pumping his fist in the air.
"We are so not team Thunderbolt."
"Oh, hey! Shortstack has finally decided to pick up."
"Been busy. I assume you have it handled?"
"'Course I do. I'll have Concrete and his lackies in police custody soon as Eric gives the call."
"Already done, bud."
"Cool. How's the reportin' coming, Laura? Catch any big scoops?"
"First, nobody says scoop." Laura started. "Second, Gary shot me down. We need more information on the guys buying out the financial district before he'll even consider running the story."
"Well, where do we start?"
"All I have is a name. The Cowl."
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