Post by Draganta on Jul 31, 2007 3:10:00 GMT -5
... hope people like it.
Defeated.
His anger raged, even as the calming currents of the sea attempted to work their ways upon him. but for Namor, Prince of Atlantis, those long flowing waters would not be enough. Vanquished once again by The Avengers, even alongside his ally, the beastial hulk, once again banished beloe the waves by their might, the lord of Atlantis seethed with fury.
his hatred boiling, he rushed upward, toward the surface. exploding from below the waters, the mighty monarch landed on a cold, wind swept coast, a great wall of ice not to far distant. by atlatntian charts, charts he memorized years before, he knew was in the land the surface dwellers called alaska, in the pacific. fitting, since it had been on the island of hawaii that he had been defeated.
rising into the air, the Sea King flew toward he ice sheet, looking for a quiet place, a place far from surface civilzation, where he could think, where he could brood over the events of the last two weeks. instead, as he rose over a steep embankment, he found a small gathering of tents, with snow crawlers and a helocopter sitting nearby. a human science expedition, he knew. but, at that moment, he didnt care all that much.
sweeping down from the sky, the Avenging son of Atlantis smashed into the tents, scattering the humans within and destroying many of their machines. picking up one of their drilling machines by his mighty shoulders, he through it at the humans Helocopter, causing it to explode in a swiftly rising inferno. he turned, stalking toward the central tent of which was obviously he center of this camp, his curiosity wining over his anger. why were the humans here, in this remote place?
upon entering the tent, his eyes beheld the strange site of a large slab of ice sitting upon a metal examination table, machines gathered all around it, waiting for one of the fleeing scientists to to attend to its flashing display.
for a moment, Namor studied the slab of ice. what was it, he wonders, that would interest the humans so mu-
and then he saw it. there was a figure within the ice, a dark shape, seemingly floating in the middle of the jagged flow. for a moment, the Lord of Atlantis was taken aback by this. but, turning toward the nearest display, his surprise turned to shock.
the figure was alive.
a steady, if slow, heart beat was detected from within the ice, showing the beings life continued. he pondered for a moment. if this ice was the source of the humans presence here, why not remove it? it would spite them, and keep their attention away from this place long enough for him to think. on the other hand, the being within was alive, and to do away with it would be nothing more than base murder, below the honor of a monarch.
after a moments reflection, he made his choice. picking up the slab of ice, he flew with it out of the tent, ascending high into the air. pausing for only moment, the Sub-Mariner addressed the form with in the ice.
"being within, forgive me. but the surface dwellers must be punished."
then, with a mighty throw, Namor sent the ice flying, causing it to fly for a mile before plunging into the sea. then, turning slightly on his axis, the Sub-Mariner set off toward the horizon, to be alone with his thoughts, and to brood over his losses to the avengers.
had he followed the ice chunk, however, he would have seen it plunge to the depths below, chunks of ice flaking off as it desended. he would have watched it make contact with warm waters off California, melting the ice even further and bringing the now mostly de-iced form higher in the water, now being exposed to the sun at the surface. and, had he done so, had he traveled with it all the way toward the coast off San Fransisco, he would have seen the rags in which the figure was dressed sheer away, exposing a familiar red, white and blue Shield, strapped to the figures back.....
Defeated.
His anger raged, even as the calming currents of the sea attempted to work their ways upon him. but for Namor, Prince of Atlantis, those long flowing waters would not be enough. Vanquished once again by The Avengers, even alongside his ally, the beastial hulk, once again banished beloe the waves by their might, the lord of Atlantis seethed with fury.
his hatred boiling, he rushed upward, toward the surface. exploding from below the waters, the mighty monarch landed on a cold, wind swept coast, a great wall of ice not to far distant. by atlatntian charts, charts he memorized years before, he knew was in the land the surface dwellers called alaska, in the pacific. fitting, since it had been on the island of hawaii that he had been defeated.
rising into the air, the Sea King flew toward he ice sheet, looking for a quiet place, a place far from surface civilzation, where he could think, where he could brood over the events of the last two weeks. instead, as he rose over a steep embankment, he found a small gathering of tents, with snow crawlers and a helocopter sitting nearby. a human science expedition, he knew. but, at that moment, he didnt care all that much.
sweeping down from the sky, the Avenging son of Atlantis smashed into the tents, scattering the humans within and destroying many of their machines. picking up one of their drilling machines by his mighty shoulders, he through it at the humans Helocopter, causing it to explode in a swiftly rising inferno. he turned, stalking toward the central tent of which was obviously he center of this camp, his curiosity wining over his anger. why were the humans here, in this remote place?
upon entering the tent, his eyes beheld the strange site of a large slab of ice sitting upon a metal examination table, machines gathered all around it, waiting for one of the fleeing scientists to to attend to its flashing display.
for a moment, Namor studied the slab of ice. what was it, he wonders, that would interest the humans so mu-
and then he saw it. there was a figure within the ice, a dark shape, seemingly floating in the middle of the jagged flow. for a moment, the Lord of Atlantis was taken aback by this. but, turning toward the nearest display, his surprise turned to shock.
the figure was alive.
a steady, if slow, heart beat was detected from within the ice, showing the beings life continued. he pondered for a moment. if this ice was the source of the humans presence here, why not remove it? it would spite them, and keep their attention away from this place long enough for him to think. on the other hand, the being within was alive, and to do away with it would be nothing more than base murder, below the honor of a monarch.
after a moments reflection, he made his choice. picking up the slab of ice, he flew with it out of the tent, ascending high into the air. pausing for only moment, the Sub-Mariner addressed the form with in the ice.
"being within, forgive me. but the surface dwellers must be punished."
then, with a mighty throw, Namor sent the ice flying, causing it to fly for a mile before plunging into the sea. then, turning slightly on his axis, the Sub-Mariner set off toward the horizon, to be alone with his thoughts, and to brood over his losses to the avengers.
had he followed the ice chunk, however, he would have seen it plunge to the depths below, chunks of ice flaking off as it desended. he would have watched it make contact with warm waters off California, melting the ice even further and bringing the now mostly de-iced form higher in the water, now being exposed to the sun at the surface. and, had he done so, had he traveled with it all the way toward the coast off San Fransisco, he would have seen the rags in which the figure was dressed sheer away, exposing a familiar red, white and blue Shield, strapped to the figures back.....
