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Zakarr/Red Dragon/Natasha Frost/Skull-Man

The sun was already beginning to set, the sky was a strange mix of red, pink and orange hues withing the light blue skies, littered with clouds here and there. Shadows shift along the ground as Red Dragon crossed his arms, looking upon their visitor with weary eyes. The last time they met, they fought. The visitor called it a "test" and he was inclined to believe it, the Visitor was a skilled combatant. Red Dragon moved closer to Allison, smiling underneath his mask as she looked up to him. Red Dragon waited for the visitor to explain why he was here and why he needed their help. Red Dragon nodded as Richie spoke for the rest of the group. Zakarr watched carefully, The young man took his helmet off, confirming that they would help. Zakarr was definitely relieved to hear those words Skull-Man was curious as ever, he marched up to Zakarr and looked him over. "So this is the alien guy huh? Pffft, I've seen worse" Zakarr looked down at the strangely clothed man, not sure what to make of him yet. "WAIT! do you need help with ET? did he not phone home yet? man that's been over twenty years! you must have been worked sick right? I bet it got you pretty...SPACED out! huh? huh?" Zakarr's expression blank. With a wave of his hand, Skull-Man was propelled into the air as if he was nothing. Gravity then took effect upon the propelled Skull-Man as he fell back down, colliding with the roof with a gruesomely sounding "THUD", Natasha and Red Dragon both cringed. Zakarr was not surprised by the man's durability. Skull-Man got to his feet and dusted himself off. "That was definitely fun! We should do this more often!" Red Dragon sighed. "Natasha stepped forward to Zakarr. "I'm sorry about Skull-Man's...personality...Could you explain why you need our help?" Natasha asked, ever as polite as she needed to be for the situation.

Zakarr nodded, passing the staff to his right hand. "My name is Zakarr D'van Kell, I'm a Vulkan Hunter from the Planet Vulka, my home world. " he explained, moving his gaze to the group, looking them over. "We had finally found peace and for centuries lived without the worries of a threat looming. We had weapons, and a millitary, sure, but we didn't expect anyone to invade us. That's when he showed up with his flagship and fleet. Emperor Malus, infamous Galactic Warlord that has taken over many other planets. We fought as hard as we could against his army, his fleet. We threw everything we had at him. Still nothing. Years, it took years for him to conquer my people MY home! a handful of us escaped, a rebel force if you want. "Zakarr's emotions were burning up, his expression filled with anger, sadness and guilt. "We decided to gather our strength, prepare for one final attack. But we needed the help from a few exceptionally strong warriors. We traced back to the planet's that we studied long ago. Earth showed the most promise in finding at one least powerful warrior. And this why I'm here. Malus plans to absorb the energy from my home planet for what ever nefarious plans he has. I can't let him do that, not as the protector of Vulka, or my honor as a savior!" Zakarr's passion and determination rung true in his voice as he looked upon the group. "I didn't expect you to actually meet, but I will be in your debt." Natasha stepped forward. "as Richie said, of course we'll help you, We will save your people." Natasha replied with sincerity. Red Dragon bowed to Zakarr. "it's been my duty and goal to turn my abilities into a those for a guardian and a protector. I cannot sit idly by knowing your planet is in danger.

"...hmm lets see, Get to fly around in space ship in this awesome ship, get to hang out with Super-Fishy-face, Hercules and Red Dragon! SPACE ADVENTURE! Save a planet from a maniacal lord? Hey! you had me awesome ship" Skull-Man retorted, Zakarr laughed at the comment, even though he thought he should be offended at being called a "Fishy-Face" but it did not matter to him at this moment. Zakarr looked upon Allison. "If you help me, I'll help you with utilizing your true potential." he offered. He smiled up, and then looked down on his wrist. With a single press of the button the same beam of light engulfed the entire rooftop. "Don't worry, the first time is always the strangest" Zakarr explained to the rest of the group.

Ghost watched from afar from a nearby rooftop. He couldn't believe. Just last week they didn't think of any sort of alien being capable of space travelling. Yet now he had witnessed his fellow agent and a ragtag group being "beamed" up into what he thought would be the ship. "Errrm...Sir? Natasha and the rest of them have just....vanished" The voice in the radio became more agitated and annoyed. "Vanished? did they go poof? I'll tell ya waht Casprick the friendly twat! Just come back, you useless shite!" Ghost sighed. pissing off Agent McKullen would bite him in the ass this time. He noticed a figure from the corner of his eye jumping into the beam of light. Ghost scrambled to check, but as he did the figure had already disappeared as quickly as the appearance of the beam.

K-97 said
Nat is like the greatest thing ever to happen to Spam. I literally came to this realization now. Seriously, allow me to explain.Nat is the Spam Tutorial. Newbies come in and since most of the time your threads appear on the front page they click on one of your threads or even just look at the titles. Let's be honest Nat's threads aren't amazing so Newbies usually do one of two things: Complain or Leave Spam in horror assuming everything is like that and usually the complainers are shot down because they just seem petty The ones who stay in Spam do one thing: they ignore Nat and sift through Spam looking for other threads. Thus they learn the first rule of Spam: Ignore the Trolls (the very first thread in Spam pretty much tells you this but some don't learn). Simply because if you can't ignore the trolls, you clearly aren't mentally capable of handling everything else in Spam ad you don't have a thick enough skin not to let anything get to you. Nat acts as a sort of policing mechanism, they make sure those who join us are for the most part capable of handling everything there is in Spam. He teaches newbies how Spam works. He isn't always the ones making the shitty threads or posts and so unlike shouting at Nat who loves attention, they will flip and you could end up in a situation which gets you banned or you could make yourself look like an idiot in front of Spam and therefore get ostracized yourself. The lesson Nat teaches us is that it isn't an option to shout at every troll which appears, otherwise you might go too far and get banned. You have to learn to ignore the Trolls.

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