I am not that well-known of a hero. And those that know me might not consider me a hero at all. I remain both immersed and seperate from the culture of Paragon City.
I have an origin. I am not a mutant, using my strange powers for the betterment of a society that often hates them. I was not altered by a strange accident. I did not train for years to be a perfect fighting machine or harness my inner will. I am not a wielder of mystic forces. Simply put, I am an alien.
Of course, that hardly makes me unique. Non-humans abound on this place. Refugees, orphans, officers and agents like myself, they come here, drawn by the same force that affects the humans here.
I have power. To match the paranormals of this world, I was given a power suit designed to manipulate energy fields based on my thoughts. It transfers my negative emotions into negative energy and my willpower into psionic attacks. The suit's power makes me potentially the equivalent of most beta-level beings I am likely to encounter. However, I am bound by the laws of the planet, as is customary, and cannot utilize the suit's full strenght before I am authorized to by the authority. Though I am hardly capable of reaching the full potential now at any rate.
I have knowledge. This planet is not unique. 90% of developing worlds go through a stage where the normal examples of the species are supplemented by non-normals. My organization does not know why. We merely know that it happens. It is speculated to be due to the pressures of technology and an accumulating sentient population on the structure of space/time around an area, warping the lines of fate. But that does not matter. What matters is that this stage in a developing world is 10 times more dangerous than the atomic age. Few cultures survive the first emergence of para-normals. More often civilization is dealt a serious blow, catapulting the world back centuries, or in extreme cases being wiped clean completely.
I have a responsibility. In my ship, a device is kept which I use to communicate with my branch of Zaltanian Special Forces. My job is to monitor the circumstances of the paranormal emergence for this world. This is the first such interference we have attempted. It is vital that I provide the necessary data to further our knowledge of this phenomenon. I do not know why, but I accept it as so.
I have a job. I am not only to observe, but also participate. I must assist the Earth as best I can to weather the coming dangers. I have chosen to do so from the inside, becoming a hero at their greatest concentration, Paragon City. Here I will perform extensive research on the superhuman population of this planet. If the data is found to be unfavorable, Zaltanian Special Forces will attempt to capture every para-human they can for study of the para-normal emergence and analysis of their particular abilities for military use.
I have a fear. If we attempt our scheme, I believe we will fail in our mission and be weakened or destroyed, and shamed in the interstellar community. However, I honestly do not know if the data I am collecting is favorable enough towards the population of Earth to prevent such an occurrence.
To those of you listening, please. For my sake and for yours, weather the coming storms. The Rikti were only the beginning. According to our research, the universe is out to get you. Don't let it succeed.
Eh, just a little story I wrote off the top of my head. Anyone have any comments?
I am not that well-known of a hero. And those that know me might not consider me a hero at all. I remain both immersed and seperate from the culture of Paragon City.
I have an origin. I am not a mutant, using my strange powers for the betterment of a society that often hates them. I was not altered by a strange accident. I did not train for years to be a perfect fighting machine or harness my inner will. I am not a wielder of mystic forces. Simply put, I am an alien.
Of course, that hardly makes me unique. Non-humans abound on this place. Refugees, orphans, officers and agents like myself, they come here, drawn by the same force that affects the humans here.
I have power. To match the paranormals of this world, I was given a power suit designed to manipulate energy fields based on my thoughts. It transfers my negative emotions into negative energy and my willpower into psionic attacks. The suit's power makes me potentially the equivalent of most beta-level beings I am likely to encounter. However, I am bound by the laws of the planet, as is customary, and cannot utilize the suit's full strenght before I am authorized to by the authority. Though I am hardly capable of reaching the full potential now at any rate.
I have knowledge. This planet is not unique. 90% of developing worlds go through a stage where the normal examples of the species are supplemented by non-normals. My organization does not know why. We merely know that it happens. It is speculated to be due to the pressures of technology and an accumulating sentient population on the structure of space/time around an area, warping the lines of fate. But that does not matter. What matters is that this stage in a developing world is 10 times more dangerous than the atomic age. Few cultures survive the first emergence of para-normals. More often civilization is dealt a serious blow, catapulting the world back centuries, or in extreme cases being wiped clean completely.
I have a responsibility. In my ship, a device is kept which I use to communicate with my branch of Zaltanian Special Forces. My job is to monitor the circumstances of the paranormal emergence for this world. This is the first such interference we have attempted. It is vital that I provide the necessary data to further our knowledge of this phenomenon. I do not know why, but I accept it as so.
I have a job. I am not only to observe, but also participate. I must assist the Earth as best I can to weather the coming dangers. I have chosen to do so from the inside, becoming a hero at their greatest concentration, Paragon City. Here I will perform extensive research on the superhuman population of this planet. If the data is found to be unfavorable, Zaltanian Special Forces will attempt to capture every para-human they can for study of the para-normal emergence and analysis of their particular abilities for military use.
I have a fear. If we attempt our scheme, I believe we will fail in our mission and be weakened or destroyed, and shamed in the interstellar community. However, I honestly do not know if the data I am collecting is favorable enough towards the population of Earth to prevent such an occurrence.
To those of you listening, please. For my sake and for yours, weather the coming storms. The Rikti were only the beginning. According to our research, the universe is out to get you. Don't let it succeed.
Eh, just a little story I wrote off the top of my head. Anyone have any comments?