((These here are the first 3 chapters of ongoing writings on my main Char 'big lunk'. All this takes place way before Lunk becoming a hero, and his fall into villainy, and the 'big lunk' mentioned here, is actualy the grandfather of the current 'big lunk'.
It partly explains why Lunk is the size he is, has nazis in it, and the point at which the origional Lunk decides he's on the wrong team with fascism.
I appologise for the bits written in german, they may fit the story, but my ability to speak german is poor, so theres probably mistakes ))
[u] part A: Genesis[u]
In a cold, dark warehouse, kitted out as a makeshift surgery, the loud whirr of machinery is permiate by the shouting of men in lab coats.
"Get them stabelised! We lost two already, and i'll be dammed if i let this end with six dead men on my hands!"
"INCREASE THE SEDATIVE!"
On a row of beds, the six subjects lay bound, stripped to the waste, blindfolded and connected to various drips and electrodes. Four of the men thrash wildley against their restraints.
A younger of the 'scientists' turns from a machine spewing out a reel of paper "Sir?"
"What? It better be good news, peterson, or, so god help me, i'll cut you open and gut you!"
"Its morris, Sir..... his temperature is rising... rising amazingly fast."
"so he has a temperature, what do you want me to do about it? fetch him a cold drink and kiss him better? Get back to you post!"
"SIR! His temperature was at two hundred degrees farenheit, rising...by all counts, he should be boiling himself alive."
The stern look on the overseer's face turns slowly to a grin "Peterson! We Cracked it! If we can survive that, he'll survive the process!"
"Sir."
A hiss is heard from the far bed as Morris, screams and tries to double over in pain. Scientists rush to him, adjusting the numerous IV's attatched to the subject. Morris seems to calm momenteraly before one of the scientists turns to the overseer. "Sir! he's stable, but i think...." the scientist's words are interupted as an explosion showers them with blood.
The overseer calmly wipes his eyes ".. i thought you said he was stable?"
"he was, sir, but... but his... insides were...vapourising. The gas build up was too much..... oh god, i think im going to be sick..."
The overseer sighs and shouts "SOMEONE GET ME A REPORT ON THE OTHER THREE!"
"Carrington is displaying a vastly increased metabolism... o'brian appears normal, appart from some hardening of the skin...campbel...well.... look at him, sir, he's the size of a bear."
the overseer waves his hand "shut it down.... we'll move them to recovery"
The whirring slows as silence decends on the warehouse, and the scientists move to unstrap the now still test subjects.
The overseer walks along the foot of the beds, "amazing, simply amazing..."
He turns and walks down the side of the bed of the larger man, slapping his cheek lightly "wake up, sleepy head, your at the dawn of a new era."
The subject's arm jolts up, grabbing the overseer's throat, lifting him from the floor. "touch me again, and i kill you"
Black shirted guards rush from the shadows, grabbing the subject, trying to pin him down, as one hits him in the forehead with his rifle butt, sending the subject crashing, unconsious, back into the bed.
"calm the hell down, yah big lunk"
[u] part B: Einwanderung[u]
s the Junker soars across the skys of central europe, three men in B.U.F uniforms sit, looking impatient, in the passenger compartment.
"I dont know why we have to work with these guys"
One of the three, a wily looking mustachiod man, turns, kneeling on his seat, to face the man behind him "Because, you big lunk, the party leader SAYS we have to. How can you expect a unified Europe, if you cant even work with your allies?"
the large man slumps in his seat, sulking "... bloody hate germans... all that posturing and master race c**p...i'd rather be back home"
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"Aus meinem Weg! W*chser."
A pale, wirey man in a black trenchcoat pushes his way through the gathered crowd "Ficken ausländer.Ich weiß nicht, warum wir mit diesen arscheloch arbeiten müssen."
Stoping in front of the three men waiting at the base of the plane, he raises his hand in salute.
"willkommen nach Österreich, Herren. Ich bin Hauptmann Kunz, vom die Geheime Staatspolizei. Und ich werde Ihr Verbindung mit sein Deutsche Regierung. herr Carrington, O'Brian...."
He steps up to the larger of the men, standing proud, despite the giant towering above him at over seven feet tall. "...und du... du müssen Samuel Campbel sein."
The giant looks down, smirking "sorry, mate, i don't speak German"
The pair stand staring at eachother, silent, before the trench-coated man steps away.
"... Es tut mir leid...sorry. vere are my maners, hah? Jou are our guests, i shoult be talking with Jour tounge. come... i shall you to der other representatives take, and ve go to jour barracks."
As they approach the crowd, Samuel Campbel smiles at one of the other delegates, a slender hispanic woman. "hey, sweet thing. whats your name?"
She mumbles something in her native tounge, eyeing him up and down, and replying coyly "... maria..."
The giant turns to his colleuges
"I think im going to like it here, lads"
[u]part c: Revelations[u]
"Today's the day, yer big lunk, Mr Moseley himself is coming to the base for this meeting, your going to want to look your best"
The giant looks up from his book "sod off, Larry, i'll get ready when i want, not when you tell me"
The Irishman, Larry O'Brian didnt usualy talk much, but when he did open his mouth, it was usualy a bad thing.
"yer know, he's Irish too, Moseley... makes me feel proud that such a great man is one of us."
"well, if we use you as par, you mick *******, you should be proud that the town drunk is one of you"
"Trying to say im no better than a stinking alchy?"
Samuel smirks "Trying? i thought i was succeding."
"F**k you, big-man, i'm going. Gonna make sure im there in time to shake his hand. Your gonna regret it when im promoted over you."
Samuel's book hits the door as Larry leaves
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Samuel comes running into the meeting hall, straightening his shirt.
Amongst small groups of spanish, german, and italian soldiers are his two colleuges.
The wiley man, markus carrington, turns to him "your late"
"i'm not late. your all early.... wheres the big cheeses?"
"There in the other room" markus places an arm in front of him as he steps forward "....ah... and we're not aloud in there."
The giant walks past anyway, peering through the door "so who we got in there?"
"The angry looking fellow with the toothbrush mustache... he's Germany's ruler. Fatman next to our guy is from italy. and the little spaniard is the boss of that **** w**re of yours"
"... she aint no w**re, markus. and your just jelous that she wont look twice at you...."
Samual steps back and makes his way to a seat in the corner "now what?"
"we wait"
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Samuel awakes as the leaders stride out of the room and into the hallway, their entourages struggle to keep up. "wha.... what happened?"
Markus smiles "its war... soon. Germany is going to mobilise their forces. Looks like we'll have that united europe afterall"
samuel gets slowly to his feet as his colleuges walk out the door "but... what about peace and democracy? People have to choose our way, or its pointless"
"pointless? We do it that way, and it's going to take years. People are stupid. like children. You dont give a child what it wants, you give it what's best for them..... this way, we'll reach our goals by next winter at the latest"
Samuel closes his eyes and slams his fist into the wall.
((if i get some kind of possitive feedback, i might go back and redraft the rest of it. But for now, this is the only part im 100% happy with ))
((These here are the first 3 chapters of ongoing writings on my main Char 'big lunk'. All this takes place way before Lunk becoming a hero, and his fall into villainy, and the 'big lunk' mentioned here, is actualy the grandfather of the current 'big lunk'.
))
))
It partly explains why Lunk is the size he is, has nazis in it, and the point at which the origional Lunk decides he's on the wrong team with fascism.
I appologise for the bits written in german, they may fit the story, but my ability to speak german is poor, so theres probably mistakes
[u] part A: Genesis[u]
In a cold, dark warehouse, kitted out as a makeshift surgery, the loud whirr of machinery is permiate by the shouting of men in lab coats.
"Get them stabelised! We lost two already, and i'll be dammed if i let this end with six dead men on my hands!"
"INCREASE THE SEDATIVE!"
On a row of beds, the six subjects lay bound, stripped to the waste, blindfolded and connected to various drips and electrodes. Four of the men thrash wildley against their restraints.
A younger of the 'scientists' turns from a machine spewing out a reel of paper "Sir?"
"What? It better be good news, peterson, or, so god help me, i'll cut you open and gut you!"
"Its morris, Sir..... his temperature is rising... rising amazingly fast."
"so he has a temperature, what do you want me to do about it? fetch him a cold drink and kiss him better? Get back to you post!"
"SIR! His temperature was at two hundred degrees farenheit, rising...by all counts, he should be boiling himself alive."
The stern look on the overseer's face turns slowly to a grin "Peterson! We Cracked it! If we can survive that, he'll survive the process!"
"Sir."
A hiss is heard from the far bed as Morris, screams and tries to double over in pain. Scientists rush to him, adjusting the numerous IV's attatched to the subject. Morris seems to calm momenteraly before one of the scientists turns to the overseer. "Sir! he's stable, but i think...." the scientist's words are interupted as an explosion showers them with blood.
The overseer calmly wipes his eyes ".. i thought you said he was stable?"
"he was, sir, but... but his... insides were...vapourising. The gas build up was too much..... oh god, i think im going to be sick..."
The overseer sighs and shouts "SOMEONE GET ME A REPORT ON THE OTHER THREE!"
"Carrington is displaying a vastly increased metabolism... o'brian appears normal, appart from some hardening of the skin...campbel...well.... look at him, sir, he's the size of a bear."
the overseer waves his hand "shut it down.... we'll move them to recovery"
The whirring slows as silence decends on the warehouse, and the scientists move to unstrap the now still test subjects.
The overseer walks along the foot of the beds, "amazing, simply amazing..."
He turns and walks down the side of the bed of the larger man, slapping his cheek lightly "wake up, sleepy head, your at the dawn of a new era."
The subject's arm jolts up, grabbing the overseer's throat, lifting him from the floor. "touch me again, and i kill you"
Black shirted guards rush from the shadows, grabbing the subject, trying to pin him down, as one hits him in the forehead with his rifle butt, sending the subject crashing, unconsious, back into the bed.
"calm the hell down, yah big lunk"
[u] part B: Einwanderung[u]
s the Junker soars across the skys of central europe, three men in B.U.F uniforms sit, looking impatient, in the passenger compartment.
"I dont know why we have to work with these guys"
One of the three, a wily looking mustachiod man, turns, kneeling on his seat, to face the man behind him "Because, you big lunk, the party leader SAYS we have to. How can you expect a unified Europe, if you cant even work with your allies?"
the large man slumps in his seat, sulking "... bloody hate germans... all that posturing and master race c**p...i'd rather be back home"
-----------------
"Aus meinem Weg! W*chser."
A pale, wirey man in a black trenchcoat pushes his way through the gathered crowd "Ficken ausländer.Ich weiß nicht, warum wir mit diesen arscheloch arbeiten müssen."
Stoping in front of the three men waiting at the base of the plane, he raises his hand in salute.
"willkommen nach Österreich, Herren. Ich bin Hauptmann Kunz, vom die Geheime Staatspolizei. Und ich werde Ihr Verbindung mit sein Deutsche Regierung. herr Carrington, O'Brian...."
He steps up to the larger of the men, standing proud, despite the giant towering above him at over seven feet tall. "...und du... du müssen Samuel Campbel sein."
The giant looks down, smirking "sorry, mate, i don't speak German"
The pair stand staring at eachother, silent, before the trench-coated man steps away.
"... Es tut mir leid...sorry. vere are my maners, hah? Jou are our guests, i shoult be talking with Jour tounge. come... i shall you to der other representatives take, and ve go to jour barracks."
As they approach the crowd, Samuel Campbel smiles at one of the other delegates, a slender hispanic woman. "hey, sweet thing. whats your name?"
She mumbles something in her native tounge, eyeing him up and down, and replying coyly "... maria..."
The giant turns to his colleuges
"I think im going to like it here, lads"
[u]part c: Revelations[u]
"Today's the day, yer big lunk, Mr Moseley himself is coming to the base for this meeting, your going to want to look your best"
The giant looks up from his book "sod off, Larry, i'll get ready when i want, not when you tell me"
The Irishman, Larry O'Brian didnt usualy talk much, but when he did open his mouth, it was usualy a bad thing.
"yer know, he's Irish too, Moseley... makes me feel proud that such a great man is one of us."
"well, if we use you as par, you mick *******, you should be proud that the town drunk is one of you"
"Trying to say im no better than a stinking alchy?"
Samuel smirks "Trying? i thought i was succeding."
"F**k you, big-man, i'm going. Gonna make sure im there in time to shake his hand. Your gonna regret it when im promoted over you."
Samuel's book hits the door as Larry leaves
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Samuel comes running into the meeting hall, straightening his shirt.
Amongst small groups of spanish, german, and italian soldiers are his two colleuges.
The wiley man, markus carrington, turns to him "your late"
"i'm not late. your all early.... wheres the big cheeses?"
"There in the other room" markus places an arm in front of him as he steps forward "....ah... and we're not aloud in there."
The giant walks past anyway, peering through the door "so who we got in there?"
"The angry looking fellow with the toothbrush mustache... he's Germany's ruler. Fatman next to our guy is from italy. and the little spaniard is the boss of that **** w**re of yours"
"... she aint no w**re, markus. and your just jelous that she wont look twice at you...."
Samual steps back and makes his way to a seat in the corner "now what?"
"we wait"
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Samuel awakes as the leaders stride out of the room and into the hallway, their entourages struggle to keep up. "wha.... what happened?"
Markus smiles "its war... soon. Germany is going to mobilise their forces. Looks like we'll have that united europe afterall"
samuel gets slowly to his feet as his colleuges walk out the door "but... what about peace and democracy? People have to choose our way, or its pointless"
"pointless? We do it that way, and it's going to take years. People are stupid. like children. You dont give a child what it wants, you give it what's best for them..... this way, we'll reach our goals by next winter at the latest"
Samuel closes his eyes and slams his fist into the wall.
((if i get some kind of possitive feedback, i might go back and redraft the rest of it. But for now, this is the only part im 100% happy with