Post by Admin on Apr 18, 2006 21:47:01 GMT -5
King Faraday is the Director of the DEO (Department of Extranormal Operations), didn’t you know? He’s the guy in charge. He’s the guy who the agents tell their children is the bogeyman. Scary. You don’t eat your greens, Faraday’s coming for you. You don’t do your homework, Faraday’s coming for you. You don’t get to work in time, Faraday’s coming for you. You don’t make arguments, you don’t make trouble else Faraday comes for you. Simple. Grown men are scared of him. Few are the number who dare stand up to him. In this world, this country, his word is law. You disagree with him, you vanish. King Faraday. Remember his name. Otherwise, he’s a pretty decent fellow...
“I need some time. To myself…” Travis nods to himself, and moves a long strand of hair behind his ear.
“What has brought this on, Clev? I always thought you’d be in this for the long haul…” Faraday grits his teeth. “Give me a good enough reason, and sure, you’ll have your time.”
“In one of my former jobs, I interviewed people. Many, many people, and I decided to declutter my office space, you know, zenify it or what not, and I read some old case notes. I’ve had a long habit of collating information on different meta/non-meta entities, Batman, Superman, all them, you know? And some of my information correlates and tells me a new story. Something that could be spinning out of control right now, in a different city which I need to get to now and sort. I feel… Responsible, for not noticing it before…”
“You know the identity of a cape?” Faraday leans in close to his agent, and arches his eyebrow. “You know it is your patriotic duty to reveal the information to me…”
Clevenger stands up abruptly. “I can’t do that, sir. Patriotic right or otherwise, I have a duty to this person and myself to do the right thing.”
King clears his throat, and stands up too. “You’re a good agent, Clevenger, and I could easily have one of the psychics pry the information out of your skull, but…” Faraday takes a long pause.
“But you wouldn’t be able to get passed my own resistance barriers without causing a feedback that could melt your psychics heads. My own enhancements will keep any of your plans at bay, and if worse comes to worse, and I don’t make it out of my own mission, there are precautions in place that would inform you of the persons identity. So it might actually be in your best interest for me to fail.”
The two seem to stand off against each other, each trying to take the other on with their own deathly stone cold glare. Faraday suddenly gives in, puts out his hand, and Clevenger takes it.
“You’re a good agent, Travis. Your DEO agent status is not revoked, you’ll still have any and all the resources you need to track whomever you’re tracking.” Travis nods slowly. “You’re welcome back whenever you want to return to the fold.”
“Thank you sir.” Travis opens the small office door and turns to his boss and nods. “This is more important than you know…”
Travis leaves Faraday in the small office, and walks back over to Nodell, who has lit up another cigarette and is examining the body of the dead alien on the slab. He mumbles to himself, and then scrapes off something from the neck of the being, that he drops into a small plastic evidence bag.
“What you got, Bill?”
“Some kind of Gold residue in and around this spot on the neck. Like a syringe point…”
“Look man, I have to… I have to go now. I’m off the case, I’m taking leave…”
Nodell looks up slightly, and then his forehead creases, confused at his friend’s words. “What’s up, Clev?”
“Personal stuff… Got to revisit somewhere I never thought I’d have to.”
Bill places the small plastic bag down and puts out his hand, smiling. “I wish I could have said it’s been a pleasure, but you’re a hard assed bastard who questions my every word and move.” He laughs slightly. “But if you’d told me earlier, we could have visited a strip club! Come on…”
Travis ignores his final words. “Hard ass? Are you sure about that, Bill?” Travis takes his friends hand and shakes it, and then pats him on the shoulder. “I’ll miss you man.” Travis picks up his black jacket and puts it back on, only to stop suddenly, a large rumbling echoing around them.
“Whoa, you feel that…?” He turns to Bill, confused. But Bill has already picked up his gun and cocked it back. “Hrm. I guess so.”
Faraday runs out of his temporary office and has his own weapon raised, Travis takes out his own weapon, ready for whatever is coming their way.
“It’s getting closer.”
The three men point their weapons at the large steel reinforced door and watch as it quakes and rumbles, green light tearing the massive metal entry off its hinges and tearing it up into the sky. Faraday feels his eyes widen at what’s happening. “Holy Hannah, it’s another one…”
“Another what, bossman?”
“Another alien!”
Tomar Re, Green Lantern of Xudar in sector 2813, still in his adopted human form, gently floats to the floor. His battle armour covering his body, he raises his ring, which automatically translates his words from Xudarian to English.
“You will relinquish the body of Jar Kell, Fist of the Guardians!” The green ring glows on his finger, an emerald haze spreading outwards.
King shrugs off a feeling that inches into his mind, like a blanket trying to smother his thoughts, trying to tire him, and his eyes widen, realising what the man was trying to do.
“Holy… He’s attempting to knock us out! Guys… FIRE AT WILL! AIM FOR THE RING!”
Faraday smiles as he starts firing, glad he paid for the upgrades to the psychic bafflers he gave out to his agents last year.
Before the men can react, Clevenger is on the floor, twitching, a green haze overcoming his mind bafflers. Faraday is up, firing off his weapon, whilst Bill stands perfectly still, looking at the ring on Tomar’s hand, only to be blasted into a wall behind him with emerald energy!
“What are you all doing here? Why this planet?”
Tomar slowly floats to the ground, and slaps away King’s weapon.
“Why this planet? Why this damn’d sector, human… I have lost two friends here in the past month. Why this planet? I do not know. It’s diseased. You are killing yourselves.”
Faraday’s eyes open wide. “You’re going to destroy Earth?”
Tomar stumbles back, stunned. “What? No. The Green Lantern Corps was created to patrol the Universe, not act as executioners. I am only here to bring the murderer of my comrade to justice, a human named Lew Thor.”
“Luthor?!”
“Yes, yes, that is it. Luthor. He killed my friend. I have the evidence right here.” He points to his ring. “I need my friend’s body. I do not wish to remove it by force, but I will if I have to.”
Faraday looks at the body on the table and back at the alien.
“Take it. I have another.”
“What do you mean?” Tomar’s eyebrow arched curiously.
“I have other alien bodies. Hmm. Don’t loose them next time, else we’ll have to hurt you.”
“I like you, human. What is you name?” A smile stretches
“King Faraday.”
“Royalty?”
“Bad joke. Blame my father. Yours?”
“Tomar Re, Green Lantern 2813.” He salutes King and points his ring at Jar, the body vanishing in a flash of green light. “Thank you for your time. Your colleagues will awaken when I leave.”
Right, right… 2813? How many of them are there?
“I need some time. To myself…” Travis nods to himself, and moves a long strand of hair behind his ear.
“What has brought this on, Clev? I always thought you’d be in this for the long haul…” Faraday grits his teeth. “Give me a good enough reason, and sure, you’ll have your time.”
“In one of my former jobs, I interviewed people. Many, many people, and I decided to declutter my office space, you know, zenify it or what not, and I read some old case notes. I’ve had a long habit of collating information on different meta/non-meta entities, Batman, Superman, all them, you know? And some of my information correlates and tells me a new story. Something that could be spinning out of control right now, in a different city which I need to get to now and sort. I feel… Responsible, for not noticing it before…”
“You know the identity of a cape?” Faraday leans in close to his agent, and arches his eyebrow. “You know it is your patriotic duty to reveal the information to me…”
Clevenger stands up abruptly. “I can’t do that, sir. Patriotic right or otherwise, I have a duty to this person and myself to do the right thing.”
King clears his throat, and stands up too. “You’re a good agent, Clevenger, and I could easily have one of the psychics pry the information out of your skull, but…” Faraday takes a long pause.
“But you wouldn’t be able to get passed my own resistance barriers without causing a feedback that could melt your psychics heads. My own enhancements will keep any of your plans at bay, and if worse comes to worse, and I don’t make it out of my own mission, there are precautions in place that would inform you of the persons identity. So it might actually be in your best interest for me to fail.”
The two seem to stand off against each other, each trying to take the other on with their own deathly stone cold glare. Faraday suddenly gives in, puts out his hand, and Clevenger takes it.
“You’re a good agent, Travis. Your DEO agent status is not revoked, you’ll still have any and all the resources you need to track whomever you’re tracking.” Travis nods slowly. “You’re welcome back whenever you want to return to the fold.”
“Thank you sir.” Travis opens the small office door and turns to his boss and nods. “This is more important than you know…”
Travis leaves Faraday in the small office, and walks back over to Nodell, who has lit up another cigarette and is examining the body of the dead alien on the slab. He mumbles to himself, and then scrapes off something from the neck of the being, that he drops into a small plastic evidence bag.
“What you got, Bill?”
“Some kind of Gold residue in and around this spot on the neck. Like a syringe point…”
“Look man, I have to… I have to go now. I’m off the case, I’m taking leave…”
Nodell looks up slightly, and then his forehead creases, confused at his friend’s words. “What’s up, Clev?”
“Personal stuff… Got to revisit somewhere I never thought I’d have to.”
Bill places the small plastic bag down and puts out his hand, smiling. “I wish I could have said it’s been a pleasure, but you’re a hard assed bastard who questions my every word and move.” He laughs slightly. “But if you’d told me earlier, we could have visited a strip club! Come on…”
Travis ignores his final words. “Hard ass? Are you sure about that, Bill?” Travis takes his friends hand and shakes it, and then pats him on the shoulder. “I’ll miss you man.” Travis picks up his black jacket and puts it back on, only to stop suddenly, a large rumbling echoing around them.
“Whoa, you feel that…?” He turns to Bill, confused. But Bill has already picked up his gun and cocked it back. “Hrm. I guess so.”
Faraday runs out of his temporary office and has his own weapon raised, Travis takes out his own weapon, ready for whatever is coming their way.
“It’s getting closer.”
The three men point their weapons at the large steel reinforced door and watch as it quakes and rumbles, green light tearing the massive metal entry off its hinges and tearing it up into the sky. Faraday feels his eyes widen at what’s happening. “Holy Hannah, it’s another one…”
“Another what, bossman?”
“Another alien!”
Tomar Re, Green Lantern of Xudar in sector 2813, still in his adopted human form, gently floats to the floor. His battle armour covering his body, he raises his ring, which automatically translates his words from Xudarian to English.
“You will relinquish the body of Jar Kell, Fist of the Guardians!” The green ring glows on his finger, an emerald haze spreading outwards.
King shrugs off a feeling that inches into his mind, like a blanket trying to smother his thoughts, trying to tire him, and his eyes widen, realising what the man was trying to do.
“Holy… He’s attempting to knock us out! Guys… FIRE AT WILL! AIM FOR THE RING!”
Faraday smiles as he starts firing, glad he paid for the upgrades to the psychic bafflers he gave out to his agents last year.
Before the men can react, Clevenger is on the floor, twitching, a green haze overcoming his mind bafflers. Faraday is up, firing off his weapon, whilst Bill stands perfectly still, looking at the ring on Tomar’s hand, only to be blasted into a wall behind him with emerald energy!
“What are you all doing here? Why this planet?”
Tomar slowly floats to the ground, and slaps away King’s weapon.
“Why this planet? Why this damn’d sector, human… I have lost two friends here in the past month. Why this planet? I do not know. It’s diseased. You are killing yourselves.”
Faraday’s eyes open wide. “You’re going to destroy Earth?”
Tomar stumbles back, stunned. “What? No. The Green Lantern Corps was created to patrol the Universe, not act as executioners. I am only here to bring the murderer of my comrade to justice, a human named Lew Thor.”
“Luthor?!”
“Yes, yes, that is it. Luthor. He killed my friend. I have the evidence right here.” He points to his ring. “I need my friend’s body. I do not wish to remove it by force, but I will if I have to.”
Faraday looks at the body on the table and back at the alien.
“Take it. I have another.”
“What do you mean?” Tomar’s eyebrow arched curiously.
“I have other alien bodies. Hmm. Don’t loose them next time, else we’ll have to hurt you.”
“I like you, human. What is you name?” A smile stretches
“King Faraday.”
“Royalty?”
“Bad joke. Blame my father. Yours?”
“Tomar Re, Green Lantern 2813.” He salutes King and points his ring at Jar, the body vanishing in a flash of green light. “Thank you for your time. Your colleagues will awaken when I leave.”
Right, right… 2813? How many of them are there?