Journal Entry: Day 7
I've spent the last week running errands for this clod Sunstorm. I can't believe he actually tells people who he really is. Just stands there next to Fat Boy's statue trying to look important. I think he does it to get attention, despite the city's assigning him as a liaison for PeaceBringers. Still, he's useful in gaining influence within the city. I made the acquaintance of a few Heroes. Together we fought the Council and Vahzilok for several days.
The Council. Good Idea. Very good idea. Excellent resources. Poor execution. They simply don't follow through. They're just as stupid as the 6th Column was back home.
The Vahzilok intrigue me. Although their smell leaves much to be desired. Undead troops.... Hmmmm, a multitude of ideas....
I moved into this apartment building in Steel Canyon. One of the other residents through a welcoming party. I attended of course. It is good to feel, even falsely at this point that they are beginning to pay homage to me. Strange gathering. Drinks were shared, and many openly admitted that they were paranormal in nature. I of course did my best, "Gosh! Golly! Wow!" impression and admitted no such thing.
Later, after a few hours, the party started winding down. Hernando, the host, was sitting in a chair looking at a picture of a girl with green and black hair and sighing about Clarissa. I assume that's the girl's name.
That may be the key. They care so much for each other here, and so easily. Heh. That's how to strike at them.
I must make note of the Hollows. Wonderful Name. Of course here it was accomplished by a bunch of drugged, mutated fools, not to stop an Anti-Praetorian rally with emphasis.
I keep hearing about the Rikti War. They came to invade Earth here, evidently. Sad really. I actually miss Kiicha, my houseservant. They had come to bring peace and enlightenment, little did they know they'd end up slaves. Nothing quite like listening to Battle Maiden screaming about where her Rikti pet was.
I'm still getting used to this world. So familiar and so alien.
Lancelot Strong --
Level 50 Inv/SS Tanker on Triumph [Retired]
Tashkent Zen --
Level 25 Mind/Psi Dominator on Virtue
Hector Slade --
Level 34 SS/WP Brute on Virtue
Crescent Hawk's Journal: Day 1
Today everything changed.
We knew these so-called Heroes were coming. Our spies in their world alerted us. "Paragon City," what a joke. Weak-hearted fools! But still they came. There were eight of them. And, with their fire and ice, summoned minions and weaponry, they brought us down. We were His last defenders. The mighty Tyrant. And one of them, the tall one in blue and white, actually dared to lay his hands upon the Emperor, himself. Dared him to strike him down, time and again. And I watched my lord fail.
I watched him fall.
I watched these fools dance about, and take pictures of themselves standing next to the fallen body of the Great Tyrant, or standing on his throne. It still fills me with rage at the memory of it. I was so angry, I didn't mind dying. I was lying by a pillar, within sight of my lord's throne. The invaders had beaten me nearly to death and moved on. I wasn't important enough to finish off. Oh, wait. They don't do that. But if medical attention doesn't arrive in time.... Well, they don't worry about that either. None of them seemed interested in taking the throne for themselves. I don't blame them. This world is dying. Just like me.
As I watched them dance and laugh and joke at the demise of the Emperor, that's when I heard the voice in my head, whispering.
It whispered: "You show potential, human. You will suffice." Then pain, infinitely worse than that which had broken and burned my body filled me. The PeaceBringer known as ShadowArc entered me, and shredded my soul, welding it to his own. Forcing us to become one. A Kheldian.
Healing, still hurting, I rose from the floor of the throne room just as the last of the so-called heroes who had brought the Emperor down fled back through their dimensional gateway to their "beloved" Paragon City, and I followed. And, as I leapt through the gateway, I heard the whisper in my mind: "No! The merging is not complete!"
I made it through right after the last of them. I readied myself, knowing that they could destroy me yet again, and I didn't care.
But they didn't. They simply talked amongst themselves, ignoring me. Until one of them, the one who had burned half the flesh from my body only minutes ago, asked me what happened to my Mentor. That confused me, which he must have interpreted as the equivalent of a shrug. He then offered to escort me back to where it was "safe."
Somehow, with the merging incomplete, when I came out in this dimension, they saw me as one of them. One of their PeaceBringers.
When I saw the statue of that fat fool Atlas I sat at his foot and laughed.
Then the pain returned, tenfold. And the merging finally was completed. I wasn't Chase Simpson anymore, and I wasn't ShadowArc either.
I was a wolf standing amidst the sheep. No. A Hawk, over a field of prey; ready to stoop.
So, I registered as a new "Hero" and chose the name Crescent Hawk. The helpful people at the City Hall helped me with putting a costume together, and asked me if I would be interested in helping with some plague victims.
Plague? A chance to get a sample of a bio-weapon? "Of course I'll help!" Ha! I got a sample of both the plague and the cure.
From what I understand of this world. The Dr. Vahzilok here hasn't made his cure for cancer, regeneration drugs, or recombinant gene therapies. Sounds like someone worth getting to know...
Then Mastiff... I mean Coyote sent me to see Ms. Liberty. Ms. Liberty? It was all I could do not to ask her where the see-through outfit was, or if she was wearing her usual strawberry edibles....
The amusing parts aside, it will be hard. There are so many of them, arrogant, weak fools. But, I see potential allies.
In the end, it doesn't matter. This world shall be Mine.
Lancelot Strong --
Level 50 Inv/SS Tanker on Triumph [Retired]
Tashkent Zen --
Level 25 Mind/Psi Dominator on Virtue
Hector Slade --
Level 34 SS/WP Brute on Virtue