Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Commisar's Logue
Rain, thunder, lightning...aliens? The great stalin has always said aliens exist...bozche moi... he was right! Stormwatch techs said they spotted the silouhette of a large alien spacecraft as it came out of a wormhole. Amazing I wish I could have been there to view it. Our new logistics coordinator, Elliot Stevens, saw it, actually it was his idea to use negative space technology to locate the craft. I was watching the new star trek movie with my grandfather while all this was going on. The lights start to flicker, then everything goes dark. As I am evacuating the patrons, the sky is as dark as I have ever seen it and there is just so much rain. I take control of the situation and start evacuating rolex square, there is no response from stormwatch, power and communications seem to be down all over the city, as I am unable to make contact with Major ultra or any other of my U.N. force teammates. By stalins beard, amidst all the chaos and anarchy...now looters. Does crime not take a day off, through all this turmoil the fat try to get fatter. By the white wolf...I do not have time for this every moment I waste more lives are put in jeopardy. Spetnaya's blade finds it's mark in the chest of one villain while a jagged piece of re-bar in the neck of the other. Bozche moi ...it's a lot of rain.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Graduation Day !!
This is my Final Log as a Delta Squad Trainee. I'll be graduating. I can't believe it, my first mission in my new costume. I can't wait. I've wanted to be a superhero ever since I found out I was a mutant. My name is going to be huge after this. SOLAR STORM. Cereal Boxes, Cartoons, Action Figures. Just like the Alpha Squad. That's when it'll be big. My mom would have been so proud.
I get transferred to U.N Force Beta after this. Stopping a gang of Drug Dealers should be cake. Til the next entry when I'm a full fledged Beta Agent. This is Solar Storm signing off !!
I get transferred to U.N Force Beta after this. Stopping a gang of Drug Dealers should be cake. Til the next entry when I'm a full fledged Beta Agent. This is Solar Storm signing off !!
Case log # 3 Azalea Dead !!
I can't believe I'm saying this but. My Teammate, my friend was murdered today. Azalea Moonsun was killed in action. My heart hurts. Badly. I was just getting to know her. I knew that she claimed to be immortal. She was as tough as myself and BETA, which is why I knew she could handle villains such as that Denizen of the woods we fought some weeks back. But she was gunned down. Horribly. The science boys tell me that she will recover. Her recuperative abilities are unlike anyone we know. But it remains to be seen. I'll believe it when I see it if she comes back to life. If that's even at all possible. What am I saying I was dead once. But my circumstances were different. I can't believe I almost lost her..just that quick. I'm not a cold hearted soldier. Though I am still a soldier it's not in my nature to feel nothing for those who fight and die beside me.
It's been almost two days now and the doctors say that she has woken up. She won't be able to move for sometime. Her wounds are starting to heal. Maybe I need to give her a different set of responsibilites on the team. I'm all for equal rights so I'm not doing it to treat her like I'm doing it because she's a woman, but because I care for her safety. What the hell were they fighting out there ? Sebastian said that ever since the disaster that Aliens have been popping up out of nowhere. They captured the Creature that did this to her. I hope that it gets buried under the jail we place it in.
It's been almost two days now and the doctors say that she has woken up. She won't be able to move for sometime. Her wounds are starting to heal. Maybe I need to give her a different set of responsibilites on the team. I'm all for equal rights so I'm not doing it to treat her like I'm doing it because she's a woman, but because I care for her safety. What the hell were they fighting out there ? Sebastian said that ever since the disaster that Aliens have been popping up out of nowhere. They captured the Creature that did this to her. I hope that it gets buried under the jail we place it in.
Case log #2 Hail Scarab !!
12:pm So Azalea asks me out on a...Date...I guess..? What is it about that woman that makes me out of sorts. She's great in battle, smart, tough and well pretty much has a number of I guess you can call them suitors. She never brings her personal..um business...into the field which just proves how much of a professional she can be. So I have no problem accompanying her..she's actually a delight to be around. Ever since my divorce from Carla, and finding out that the marriage was basically a lie, I've been a workaholic. Haven't thought much about female companionship. Maybe the attention she gives me just fills a void. Right now though I enjoy being friends with her.
11:00pm Hail Scarab !! Who were those fellers ? A guy with a glove, a Big Guy who's as dumb as a stump as strong as an Ox, a strange female and a guy with a Chainsaw..They attacked us (Azalea and I) at the Museum on our..outing..What the heck did they want. It makes no sense..We thankfully saved the innocent bystanders but they got away. I don't what is going on. Something tells me though that it's nothing good.
11:00pm Hail Scarab !! Who were those fellers ? A guy with a glove, a Big Guy who's as dumb as a stump as strong as an Ox, a strange female and a guy with a Chainsaw..They attacked us (Azalea and I) at the Museum on our..outing..What the heck did they want. It makes no sense..We thankfully saved the innocent bystanders but they got away. I don't what is going on. Something tells me though that it's nothing good.
Mission Log #4 DelSen
Ok it's been weeks since I've written. But I only waited to write because I needed to get my sight back..I don't curse to often but WTF is OZMYRDIUM ? I hope I spelled that right. Delta-Seven-Nine aka DELSEN is a Killer Robot in the literal sense of the word. He had been running around the city killing innocents to test his training protocols before moving up to fighting SPB's (Super Powered Beings). He started by first attacking formere Alpha Member Brohlic and a small group of Delta Squad Trainees. I understand the young fella Stallion helped save the day, but not before DS9 killed our logistics cooridnator which also was Brohlics girlfriend. Stallion didn't defeat the robot but he did stall it.
When we came in to handle the situation, despite how close he was to the case both I and Michael Sinder agreed that Brohlic should be a part of this mission. However upon closer review I see why he was no longer on the Alpha Squad. His emotional imbalance severely hindered the teams progress. I understood full well the feelings he had behind it. But still he made decisions to jeopardize the situation. Not only that his blatant disrespect for a guest that we invited to be a part of this mission was uncalled for. Prodigy had proven twice before that despite his loyalty to his employer, was someone willing to assist us the best way he could . Brohlic is not going to be someone I recommend for a promotion back to the Alpha team at the moment until he goes under full psychological evaluation.
We then fought this metal monster. I can't believe it..somehow he found a way to blind me for a long time. How I don't know. I've heard of fighting blind, but this is ridiculous. Even though I couldn't see I hit that thing with all my might and nothing. Not a scratch not a dent. Nothing !!
Ozmyridium is a metal it seems that was created by Samantha McQuarters. But she died by the hands of that monster. It wasn't til we met Rosalyn Proctor that we found out the whole story.
Seems the friggin things programming at activated and it's in some sort of what did Justin call it, AI Loop. Basically upgrading and creating new programs for itself to continue to learn.
We almost stopped him too. But not before he crashed our Helicopter, kidnapping Rosalyn and then with the sheer luck of me hearing him take off and holding on to him , crashing a Commercial Airline. He'll be back I'm sure of it. How to handle it will be the next thing. I'll get Justin to work on some solutions
When we came in to handle the situation, despite how close he was to the case both I and Michael Sinder agreed that Brohlic should be a part of this mission. However upon closer review I see why he was no longer on the Alpha Squad. His emotional imbalance severely hindered the teams progress. I understood full well the feelings he had behind it. But still he made decisions to jeopardize the situation. Not only that his blatant disrespect for a guest that we invited to be a part of this mission was uncalled for. Prodigy had proven twice before that despite his loyalty to his employer, was someone willing to assist us the best way he could . Brohlic is not going to be someone I recommend for a promotion back to the Alpha team at the moment until he goes under full psychological evaluation.
We then fought this metal monster. I can't believe it..somehow he found a way to blind me for a long time. How I don't know. I've heard of fighting blind, but this is ridiculous. Even though I couldn't see I hit that thing with all my might and nothing. Not a scratch not a dent. Nothing !!
Ozmyridium is a metal it seems that was created by Samantha McQuarters. But she died by the hands of that monster. It wasn't til we met Rosalyn Proctor that we found out the whole story.
Seems the friggin things programming at activated and it's in some sort of what did Justin call it, AI Loop. Basically upgrading and creating new programs for itself to continue to learn.
We almost stopped him too. But not before he crashed our Helicopter, kidnapping Rosalyn and then with the sheer luck of me hearing him take off and holding on to him , crashing a Commercial Airline. He'll be back I'm sure of it. How to handle it will be the next thing. I'll get Justin to work on some solutions
Friday, June 5, 2009
Prodigal Unrest II
Here I am back in the states and in NY. I have to feign everything is well because honestly unlike the UN force not every problem concerns them or everyone for that fact. Not that I am unappreciative of their asking me to join or help them, but the reality is not all their missions ever really concerned me, but I assisted the best I could. This last one with Del-Sin was annoying, I know I'm better than that stupid tin can and I got caught by a simple drug, damn that rust bucket! Anyways moving forward I now have to my laundry list of problems Home yet again. When does it ever get any easier?
Now see, I know the golden rule and having asked that question I deserve the sudden unnatural insta-hurricane conditions that have just decended upon us, yeah why not? Actually I find it quit funny it kinda makes me feel like that Charlie Brown kid with the cloud over his head, oh yeah Charlie, hehe (inside joke). Anyways this storm here is definately going to leave a mark. The life of a hero, so frustrating, so unrelenting, and so unpriviledged, and I do this why? I keep getting up in the morning hoping to just do my job at Garrison's and not have it become a calamity, but lately calamity has been on speed dial! Almost like ordering Pizza Hut.
Oh yeah and to top it off people want me to decide between Garrison or UN, like I really care which one I work with, honestly Garrison pays better, and allows me to freelance or actually advise the UN team, which gives me manuverabilty and freedoms that I would not have otherwise. The fact is Garrison did see my potential and I have come up through his ranks to earn that respect anyways and he shows it in my bonuses and time off and actually from time to time will shake my hand and remembers my name. I know these things seem very small and petty, but you know what; it is the gratitude in this unforgiving world that goes a long way. Yes I get the thank yous from the UN, but what type of appeciation is it to judge me because I'm a civilian? Hell they were not concerned with that before they asked me to help! Now all of a sudden I'm a security risk! *Breathe* Prodigy *Breathe* WOW THE NERVE AND GAUL OF THESE M^%$&#^% F&*$$^%#* A&^^%#%#*!!!! That's it I'm sick off this they need me not the other way around, and as for getting back home I'll find the realible people for it and make my move when ready! This world has gone to Hell in a piss pot and they're concerned about me being a security risk, when they themselves can't guide themselves out of a paper bag! In any case I have spoken my piece since I do have to go about it diplomatically and allow for trusts to develop, but oh how I wish I could really let them know how I feel and then show them how discombobulated their team really is just to teach them a lesson.
Now see, I know the golden rule and having asked that question I deserve the sudden unnatural insta-hurricane conditions that have just decended upon us, yeah why not? Actually I find it quit funny it kinda makes me feel like that Charlie Brown kid with the cloud over his head, oh yeah Charlie, hehe (inside joke). Anyways this storm here is definately going to leave a mark. The life of a hero, so frustrating, so unrelenting, and so unpriviledged, and I do this why? I keep getting up in the morning hoping to just do my job at Garrison's and not have it become a calamity, but lately calamity has been on speed dial! Almost like ordering Pizza Hut.
Oh yeah and to top it off people want me to decide between Garrison or UN, like I really care which one I work with, honestly Garrison pays better, and allows me to freelance or actually advise the UN team, which gives me manuverabilty and freedoms that I would not have otherwise. The fact is Garrison did see my potential and I have come up through his ranks to earn that respect anyways and he shows it in my bonuses and time off and actually from time to time will shake my hand and remembers my name. I know these things seem very small and petty, but you know what; it is the gratitude in this unforgiving world that goes a long way. Yes I get the thank yous from the UN, but what type of appeciation is it to judge me because I'm a civilian? Hell they were not concerned with that before they asked me to help! Now all of a sudden I'm a security risk! *Breathe* Prodigy *Breathe* WOW THE NERVE AND GAUL OF THESE M^%$&#^% F&*$$^%#* A&^^%#%#*!!!! That's it I'm sick off this they need me not the other way around, and as for getting back home I'll find the realible people for it and make my move when ready! This world has gone to Hell in a piss pot and they're concerned about me being a security risk, when they themselves can't guide themselves out of a paper bag! In any case I have spoken my piece since I do have to go about it diplomatically and allow for trusts to develop, but oh how I wish I could really let them know how I feel and then show them how discombobulated their team really is just to teach them a lesson.
Prodigal Unrest
Here we are two weeks into what is supposed to be my time and a good one at that, but no all it is is more headaches! I, after much arbitration and funny looks, have made it into Cuba. The strange part was I came in on a commercial flight instead of scheduled pick-up by my commander. Second there were no enterage for me instead a death squad, and to top it off I have yet to find out what is going on. As far as I can see I am being held for "questioning" with respect to being a traitor, and I honestly have no clue why or what the hell they're talking about! Not that it matters much to them because just like in the times of the inquisition suspicion was enough and proof was a commodity they could not afford. My only saving grace is that they do not have a clue to my abilities because only one man on earth knows that, and all my events with UN force was in disguise. I'm in for a wold of hurt I see.
The interegation started normal with 13 million questions as to why so long for me to report in. Then when I explained why they turn and tell me that it could not be possible because they had nothing wrong with their systems that it is just a fabrication of mine. Then when they proceeded to give me the benefit of the doubt they asked why did I not try to get back sooner, and I said because I was issued standing orders sir. Upset with my lack of enthusiasm and my report they proceeded to exercise their said frustrations and find a soothing moment in my agonies. Still unbroken, because there is nothing to break from me, they managed to become more sadistic and vicious and yet they still found no satisfaction. I must have passed out a dozen times, to me nothing made sense and my senses were less. It has only been two days and it seems like an eternity in hell already, and here I thought I stepped through the portal...
Lack of food has got me week, lack of water has got me begging for some, lack of sleep is driving me mad and yet I refuse to use my powers against them due to my loyalties regardless if they are in the wrong. Only my faith and my will to be home is keeping me together, but I fear I might not last much longer. The strange thing is it seems more like a vendetta than an interrogation because they should know that with all they've done even a superbeing would have broken by now! Yet here I bleed, starving, tortured, restless pin cushion of a man hung to see his life being slowly and sadistically taken away without compassion for the truth.
Fifth day, I now know this is a vendetta, possibly a coup, and that my usefullness to them is nill. Realizing this I now understand that the old regime is out and there is someone new in charge and that they have deemed me a threat not because I was in the USA but because I followed Castro and I would not be surprised if all his followers haven't been killed. I guess this is the price of being loyal, so be it! Struggling to breath, and stay awake, all I could think of is my family and what had become of them, the fact that this life took me away from my only love, and the fact that it was the price I paid to see a liberated Cuba one that could be re-intergrated into the world, but all I feel now is that dream slipping away slowly as I bleed drip by ever lifeending drip. I refuse to give up tho no matter how bleak, I will stay alive and I will not dishonor myself!
The funny thing is I must have passed out for a long while, I guess physically my body just could not take it anymore. The reason I said funny is because it seemed I had a conversation with an older gentleman, he seemed Fransiscan in nature, and said to me,"Child why do you despair?" Sarcastically I responded,"Isn't it obvious?" He surprisingly responds back,"No!" Confused I asked, "Why do you say No!" He answers,"Look around you boy and understand!" As I look around I see nothing but the fabled garden and joy and happiness around me, I ask,"Am I dead?" He laughs heartedly and says,"No dear boy, you are very much alive, but you seem to have forgotten what your purpose is and I am here to remind you." "Oh really!", I remark. "So what do you suppose this purpose is huh? To do my best just to see my dreams before I die goal, or better still the whole it was pointless to follow this path because people just don't care awareness track, which of the two is it?" "Oh my dear child, do you not remember your own heart, what made you choose this path to begin with? You used to believe in me then believe in me now son, that is the reason why you chose me as your patron Saint remember because you and I are a lot alike......re..mem...b...e...r......." I know that logically it was probably my subconscious and my conscious working things out in my own mind's eye, but I could not shake the feeling of comfort that washed over me, could it have truely been Saint Anthony? Patron Saint of the impossible?
I wake up in the Hospital, totally dehydrated and in pain and hell dead! As I wake up I see my old commander Juarez by my bedside. When I recovered just enough, he explained to me that the militian radicals are aspiring to take over, it is not a full coup because of the constant media blitz, and they want it so the world thinks Castro is still in charge. They know that while the world over still thinks of him as the head of cuba it will be easy for them to get the demands they so wish from allied countries and then when everything is set it will be their time to strike. He then explains that he got my sorry ass out of there and has bought me some time, but that in my condition he doesn't know if I'll be safe to move. He then furthur tells me that coming back was a huge mistake because now I'm on their radar again, the problem was that they had no way of letting me know that their true intentions were to just leave me in the USA and hopefully send communication at some point to tell me it was ok to come back or that with the newfound allies to help us in our situation, but alas neither came to fruition, and that is why they consider us now traitors. so what about dad, where is he? Castro he's fine, sickly, but fine. He still has control and the rogue death squad has to be carefull, but right now it is a very violent chess game, one that I fear Castro will loose for the first time! Can I see him? No, you can't we can't comprimise you any furthur or comprimise his position understand? I guess, but what now what do you wish for me to do now? Absolutely nothing we are going to have you recover and then send you back! Forget coming back Willy, this is no longer your home, we're dead men, keep your childish dream alive for all of us son! You never did understand why you, right? No I never did, why me? Son because although you became an impressive badass, you still maintained a sort of naivetae that had us all believe in your ideals of a better Cuba, similar to what Castro wanted before the USA turned it into a political warfare. Keep that dream alive son, now go, you must go and head back.
Days later I make it back to US ground, battered, beaten, tortured, tormented, saddened, bleeding, but not broken. I will make my way back home one day and make my dream true, but for now I carry this internally, my own personal nightmare. Here I feel like an utter failure, Dr. Fright, Del Sin, the Dragon, the team hating me, hell even that new guy Brolic, now my home that isn't and throughout all this I am to rememebr why I picked up my spellbook? Yet I have to maintain the appearance of everything being fine, that nothing is wrong in my world, and I am at the service of others when they requisition it. To think that Mr. Garrison thinks my only concern is whther I want to be loyal to him or the UN Force, I honestly could care less about either of them but I need one of the two I couldn't do this alone even if I wanted to. Wow what a mess, by the way "god" if this is your way of showing me how treuly special I am don't really you can keep it!
The interegation started normal with 13 million questions as to why so long for me to report in. Then when I explained why they turn and tell me that it could not be possible because they had nothing wrong with their systems that it is just a fabrication of mine. Then when they proceeded to give me the benefit of the doubt they asked why did I not try to get back sooner, and I said because I was issued standing orders sir. Upset with my lack of enthusiasm and my report they proceeded to exercise their said frustrations and find a soothing moment in my agonies. Still unbroken, because there is nothing to break from me, they managed to become more sadistic and vicious and yet they still found no satisfaction. I must have passed out a dozen times, to me nothing made sense and my senses were less. It has only been two days and it seems like an eternity in hell already, and here I thought I stepped through the portal...
Lack of food has got me week, lack of water has got me begging for some, lack of sleep is driving me mad and yet I refuse to use my powers against them due to my loyalties regardless if they are in the wrong. Only my faith and my will to be home is keeping me together, but I fear I might not last much longer. The strange thing is it seems more like a vendetta than an interrogation because they should know that with all they've done even a superbeing would have broken by now! Yet here I bleed, starving, tortured, restless pin cushion of a man hung to see his life being slowly and sadistically taken away without compassion for the truth.
Fifth day, I now know this is a vendetta, possibly a coup, and that my usefullness to them is nill. Realizing this I now understand that the old regime is out and there is someone new in charge and that they have deemed me a threat not because I was in the USA but because I followed Castro and I would not be surprised if all his followers haven't been killed. I guess this is the price of being loyal, so be it! Struggling to breath, and stay awake, all I could think of is my family and what had become of them, the fact that this life took me away from my only love, and the fact that it was the price I paid to see a liberated Cuba one that could be re-intergrated into the world, but all I feel now is that dream slipping away slowly as I bleed drip by ever lifeending drip. I refuse to give up tho no matter how bleak, I will stay alive and I will not dishonor myself!
The funny thing is I must have passed out for a long while, I guess physically my body just could not take it anymore. The reason I said funny is because it seemed I had a conversation with an older gentleman, he seemed Fransiscan in nature, and said to me,"Child why do you despair?" Sarcastically I responded,"Isn't it obvious?" He surprisingly responds back,"No!" Confused I asked, "Why do you say No!" He answers,"Look around you boy and understand!" As I look around I see nothing but the fabled garden and joy and happiness around me, I ask,"Am I dead?" He laughs heartedly and says,"No dear boy, you are very much alive, but you seem to have forgotten what your purpose is and I am here to remind you." "Oh really!", I remark. "So what do you suppose this purpose is huh? To do my best just to see my dreams before I die goal, or better still the whole it was pointless to follow this path because people just don't care awareness track, which of the two is it?" "Oh my dear child, do you not remember your own heart, what made you choose this path to begin with? You used to believe in me then believe in me now son, that is the reason why you chose me as your patron Saint remember because you and I are a lot alike......re..mem...b...e...r......." I know that logically it was probably my subconscious and my conscious working things out in my own mind's eye, but I could not shake the feeling of comfort that washed over me, could it have truely been Saint Anthony? Patron Saint of the impossible?
I wake up in the Hospital, totally dehydrated and in pain and hell dead! As I wake up I see my old commander Juarez by my bedside. When I recovered just enough, he explained to me that the militian radicals are aspiring to take over, it is not a full coup because of the constant media blitz, and they want it so the world thinks Castro is still in charge. They know that while the world over still thinks of him as the head of cuba it will be easy for them to get the demands they so wish from allied countries and then when everything is set it will be their time to strike. He then explains that he got my sorry ass out of there and has bought me some time, but that in my condition he doesn't know if I'll be safe to move. He then furthur tells me that coming back was a huge mistake because now I'm on their radar again, the problem was that they had no way of letting me know that their true intentions were to just leave me in the USA and hopefully send communication at some point to tell me it was ok to come back or that with the newfound allies to help us in our situation, but alas neither came to fruition, and that is why they consider us now traitors. so what about dad, where is he? Castro he's fine, sickly, but fine. He still has control and the rogue death squad has to be carefull, but right now it is a very violent chess game, one that I fear Castro will loose for the first time! Can I see him? No, you can't we can't comprimise you any furthur or comprimise his position understand? I guess, but what now what do you wish for me to do now? Absolutely nothing we are going to have you recover and then send you back! Forget coming back Willy, this is no longer your home, we're dead men, keep your childish dream alive for all of us son! You never did understand why you, right? No I never did, why me? Son because although you became an impressive badass, you still maintained a sort of naivetae that had us all believe in your ideals of a better Cuba, similar to what Castro wanted before the USA turned it into a political warfare. Keep that dream alive son, now go, you must go and head back.
Days later I make it back to US ground, battered, beaten, tortured, tormented, saddened, bleeding, but not broken. I will make my way back home one day and make my dream true, but for now I carry this internally, my own personal nightmare. Here I feel like an utter failure, Dr. Fright, Del Sin, the Dragon, the team hating me, hell even that new guy Brolic, now my home that isn't and throughout all this I am to rememebr why I picked up my spellbook? Yet I have to maintain the appearance of everything being fine, that nothing is wrong in my world, and I am at the service of others when they requisition it. To think that Mr. Garrison thinks my only concern is whther I want to be loyal to him or the UN Force, I honestly could care less about either of them but I need one of the two I couldn't do this alone even if I wanted to. Wow what a mess, by the way "god" if this is your way of showing me how treuly special I am don't really you can keep it!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Extinction
Beware humans...the time of your termination will soon be at hand! You have proven yourselves beneath me, to delete you will be simple...Execute program! But unlike you humans I am a far superior program. I will wait patiently gathering the necessary intel...and then...EXTINCTION AGENDA!!!
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