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Kids, disabled people, casual fans

(fighting the odds; helps others; disliked by most adult male fans)


#1
03-04-2022, 01:09 PM



Then...


Zzzhhrrrt.

The sound of phasing is unmistakable as the cell holding Kal Vari and his teammate Vik Tori opens. The Divinity’s cells had proven to be impenetrable to the duo as the inhibitor collars quelled their divine powers. What once was the wall of the cell seemingly popped out of place before sliding sideways like a door you might see on a mini-van, moving along a track. Standing before the two young operatives are three men dressed in Divinity uniforms that are green and blue in hue. In their hands are phasma rifles strong enough to down almost any member of The Divinity, let alone two newbies like Kal and Vik. The larger of the three with a pink mohawk and only one eye steps forward.

“Rise, prisoners.”

Kal looks up at the guard with a look of disdain.

“Or what?”

CRACK!

One of the other officers stepped forward and nailed Kal with the butt of his rifle right across his nose. Blood spurts out as he slumps forward.

“Or else, we keep hitting until we find some semblance of intelligence in there.”

Kal laughs and resumes his meditative stance.

“You think I can’t take a hit?”

The leading officer scoffs and looks around before stepping towards Vik. Kal’s eyes follow him without moving his face or body.

“What about him?”

Kal doesn’t respond.

“Can he take a hit?”

Kal smirks.

The officer waits for a response before realizing one isn’t coming.

CRACK!

The officer cracks Vik in the head, slamming him back against the wall. Blood splatters across the wall as it seems a previous wound has been reopened.

Kal rises to his feet with his eyes wide.

“You’re going to pay for that, cyclops.”

The ‘cyclops’ begins laughing. He grabs Vik and throws him onto the ground before putting a boot onto his head. He aims his gun at his chest.

“What do you say, fucker? Want to test my trigger finger? Or do you want to come along nicely? I have no use for this piece of shit. You’re the one I want.”

The dark-haired kid just lets his arms slump to his sides and stands up.

“Leave him alone, and I’ll come along.”

The mohawked leader removes his foot from Vik and pushes Kal towards the opening. The other two guards move out of the way as Kal stumbles out of the cell. He looks around realizing that he’s in the hallway region between cells. But the translucent walls allow him to see prisoners in all directions.

Hundreds.

Maybe even thousands.

“The Glasshouse is impressive, ain’t it?” Cyclops laughs before pushing Kal onwards.

They escort him for a good twenty minutes before escaping the prisoner portion of The Glasshouse. The scenery changes to old and metallic like the basement section of an old building. A door is opened to the left before Kal is pushed inside of the room. Inside is the basics of what you might imagine would be in an interrogation room. A table and two chairs, one on each side of the table. He’s brought to a chair where a chain is brought up and connected to his collar.

“Wait here, punk. Interrogator Hon will be with you soon.”

With that, the three leave the room with a slam of the door. Moments pass before the door opens once more as a short woman enters into the room with glasses and clipboard in front of her. She moves into the chair opposite of Kal and continues reading while humming softly to herself.

Minutes pass as Kal looks her over confused.

Finally:

“What do you want?”

She purses her lips before setting down the clipboard.

“It’s less about what I want and more about what you can tell me.”

“I don’t-”

“Tell me about Kal Med.”

“He was my father. He was a loving parent and always believed in me. He believed that I would do great things with my powers.”

Kal’s brows furrow as his hand instinctively reaches up and touches his face. He’s talking almost without the ability to stop. His eyes look up to see the glowing golden eyes of Interrogator Hon. Her mouth curls up at the end.

“I’m the lead interrogator here for a reason, Kal. Now, tell me what you’re hiding about your father?”

Visibly, you can see Kal trying to fight against it as the veins in his neck strain, but the words come nonetheless.

“Things were never the same after he left on that mission. He came home, but his words seemed hollow. He was a changed man from the loving father that he once was.”

“War changes everyone.”

Hon rolls her eyes and takes off her glasses for a moment before rubbing her eyes. Kal’s body relaxes as he glares at her.

“This feels like a violation of my rights. Unauthorized use of blessings upon another member of The Divinity without proper consent.”

Hon scoffs and looks back at him. Her eyes are no longer glowing.

“Your rights were revoked the moment your father sabotaged that mission. Your father could have gone down in the annals of history as the most influential Divine Leader of all time. Instead, he’s going to go down as the biggest traitor. Now…” Hon’s eyes glow golden once more. “Tell me what your father was hiding.”

Kal doesn’t even seem to fight this as he simply shakes his head.

“I have no idea.”

Her eyes fade to normal as she looks puzzled.

“No idea? He didn’t share his plans with you at all?”

Kal shakes his head. Hon looks back over her notes before removing a piece of paper and sliding it across the table.

“Then what do you make of this?”

Her eyes flicker back to gold as she analyzes Kal’s every expression. He glances over the letter and recognizes it. It’s the final letter he had received from his father. It was very vague and mentioned over and over how proud he was of Kal and how much he loved him. It also mentioned meeting him later in a place called ‘The Hall of Champions.’

“What is this Hall of Champions?”

Kal looks up to meet her gaze and looks perplexed.

“I have no idea.”

Interrogator Hon rises from her chair and snatches the letter from his hand before attaching it to her clipboard. She looks him over.

“You’re either the most unaware person I’ve met or the most foolish.”

She turns and heads towards the door opening and slamming it behind herself.

“It was nice to meet you too…” Kal leans back rubbing his jaw softly.

A moment passes before the door opens again. The same three officers stand there before pulling him out of the room, detaching the chain as they do. As they escort him out, they pass by Vik being escorted by a guard. Vik’s eyes catch Kal’s as his eyes are wide. He stumbles forward slamming right into Kal.

“Oww, watch it Vik!”

“Piece of shit, control your prisoner!” Cyclops bellows at the guard.

Kal rubs his temple where they connected before he’s brought back into The Glasshouse and brought to his cell. The door slides open and he’s thrust inside with a stiff shove.

“I look forward to your execution, bitch.” Cyclops laughs before the door shuts behind him.

Kal Vari slumps back against the wall. What had she meant? What did his father do? He knew about the moon of Malashtar where his father had supposedly died. Where he thought his father had perished, he’s now being incriminated for having caused it?

It wasn’t adding up. His father… or at least the father he knew… would never have destroyed a moon full of people. No matter how dangerous they may have been.

Kal leaned his head back against the wall and put his hands in his pockets. He needed answers and he needed them fast. As his hand slides into his pocket, he feels something light.

He quickly pulls it out and recognizes a small metallic item in the shape of a lower case f.

A key.

Kal’s eyes light up as his smile returns.

“Vik, you sly bastard.”


Now...



“It takes a brave man to stand up for what he believes in. It takes a foolish man to follow without questioning.”

“Motivation is what guides us towards our destination, and it’s this element that establishes who we are. What we do. What we don’t. What hinders our progress. What aids it. It’s these hurdles and how we overcome them that truly show what a man’s mettle is worth. Can you overcome adversity and show your worthiness?”

“It takes this bravery to rise against those who would use and abuse you. It takes courage to go against your oppressors.”

“So how did Bobby Bourbon combat the system that shut him down?”

“He re-enlisted.”

“Your master kicked you out and called you unworthy to be in his presence. He kicked your ass so hard that you bounced off the wall and became a worthless, formless, goalless blob. But at least you had a sad sack of shit to keep you company as you wallowed in your self-pity.”

“You stood up for what you believed and were slapped down for it. But what happened to that diligence once time had passed? Your master came back without even a morsel of an apology and you rolled onto your back like the dutiful servant that you are.”

“You accepted without even the slightest ounce of hesitation. Like a victim in a domestic abuse case, you walked back to your partner while saying your black eye was from your clumsiness.”

“America didn’t need a mother fucker.”

“America didn’t need Bobby Bourbon.”

“America needed a clown.”

“Your country needed someone buffoonish and moronic enough to make Joe Biden look like a genius by comparison. Why not drag Bobby out to the front lines and let him entertain with his discount shock value jokes? You can only circle jerk with Cyberjaw and Diamondback so many times before the entirety of the XWF Universe groans in apathy.”

“And you wonder why these politicians keep coming back to you? When my children have a birthday party, I hope that I can hire you to entertain. Although they may not allow you within a mile of children come to think of it.”

“Your dependance on being relevant to this country just proves to everyone how pathetic your situation really is. No matter how you change your name or your look, you’ll always be the butt of America’s joke. Which is a feat all by itself.”

“You cast importance upon yourself by waving your flag as if this patriotism matters in the end. Why does allegiance to where you were born matter so much to you? You’re born into a government created with systematic oppression, and you’re blinded by it. I suppose that’s your privilege shining through as you’re white and happened to be born between the confines of this country. No wonder you and Thunder Lips are fearful for America to change. Equality for all citizens does nothing to aid your status.”

“America is your cage, and I’m here to lock you in.”

“No cages hold me back, and there’s no sovereignty that I bow to. Keep lapping at your master’s heels and hope that he drops a morsel for you to enjoy. While you beg for attention and sit on the president’s lap, I fought against my oppressors and escaped their incarceration.”

“Be better Bobby. Don’t be a tool. There’s more to life than just the United States of America. There’s a world counting on you to be their mother fucker. Hell, there’s a universe that could use the aid of a powerful ally.”

“But change can be scary. So stay in your little cage and wait for Daddy Biden’s scraps. I’m sure he’ll remember you eventually.”

“But this is about more than the jokes. It’s about more than just another match. There’s a crown with my name on it waiting for me. The King of the XWF is not something that I take lightly, and for this reason, I won’t be taking you lightly.”

“You may claim to be America’s Motherfucker, but allow me to introduce you to the Universal Motherfucker.”

“Get on your knees and bow.”

“Like the mindless follower you are.”
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