Same Game, Different Methods [Juggernaut]

Thaal Sinestro

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Same Game, Different Methods [Juggernaut] Jan 11, 2013 13:52:24 GMT -5

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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Jan 11, 2013 13:52:24 GMT -5

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It felt like it had been an eon since he had actually done some real work. With the exception of a short battle with Grodd, how long had it been since he had done anything really productive? Certainly, he hadn’t done any further research about that trinket. The whole thing that had brought his daughter and himself to the planet in the first place. But, in his defense, he had been a little out of sorts recently. What with his world-changing new thoughts, the attack that had nearly killed him and the lengthy healing process that had been quick to follow, he had been more than a little distracted from his regular schedule.

Thankfully, his wounds had mostly healed, and with the exception of his leg he was almost completely back to normal. His energy had returned and he had gotten his ring freshly recharged. There was nothing getting in the way of his returning to work. Yet, for some reason, he was hesitant.

Like someone who had been off the job for years, not weeks.

Sighing, ignoring his concerns, he moved over a small base nestled securely within a hillside. It looked almost completely hidden, though the best camouflage in the world would not be able to hide the structure from his ring. Hovering over the compound, he frowned, looking at his ring as it scanned the base to alert him of what potential threats lurked within. With it being a human built base, however, he imagined there would be very little that he needed to be worried about. They were, after all, an uncivilized, under developed population. Shiny guns and grenades would not be enough to keep them for being punished for their misdeeds.

This group seemed to want to be considered something special. It had been connected to a recent string of weapon smuggling, as well as more loosely linked to various attacks on known mutant and vigilante buildings and homes. It seemed to want to bring an end to non-standard help, though as of that moment it was not above working in the shadows, seemingly waiting to pull off something big before announcing itself to the world as a real operation.

While Sinestro cared little of the heroes and villains of the planet earth, he imagined he couldn’t let some nut-job group of humans play with weapons they didn’t fully understand. They didn’t seem against loss of life, even non-super human life, while trying to accomplish their endeavors. A group that only wanted to find fame and fortune, rather than help people, was not a group that needed to continue to exist.

So Sinestro would dismantle the base and arrest the terrorists. It would be the least he could do as a sort of exercise in returning to form. As long as he didn’t need to do any running, he imagined things would run very smoothly. Such an easy mission-

What could possibly go wrong?

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Same Game, Different Methods [Juggernaut] Jan 12, 2013 13:57:26 GMT -5

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Post by run4 on Jan 12, 2013 13:57:26 GMT -5

Atlantic City had been entertaining, really. But Juggernaut wanted to continue his rampage westward. He intended to put a scar in the country. His path would heal, physically at least, but he wanted to leave a mark in the country's, maybe even the world's consciousness. Nothing would or could stop the Juggernaut. He could take what he wanted, when he wanted, and he would take it by force, even if that meant doing it the hard way. There were some new militia, human vigilante types on the rise – he'd picked up on that stopping through a little hamlet not far from this little “compound”. Sure, the street and the few houses and one store that made it up were now smoking wreckage and the 40-or-so people who lived there were now a mangled heap of assorted body parts scattered in the ruins around the surrounding area. It'd probably make the news next time someone tried to pass through the little backwater towns. Or the next time a census agent showed up. Whatever.

Juggernaut elected to cut through this militia next. They didn't want superhuman help or something. He was going to show them that superhumans were a necessary addition to the world (because if they were outlawed or forced into hiding, who would the Juggernaut fight? Mall cops and State Troopers? Laughable) just to try and protect people from things like the Juggernaut. They'd be drawn to his flame like so many filthy little moths, ripe for being crushed and mauled. Maybe even eaten, if the Juggernaut could override Cain enough to do that. Who knew what was possible at the rate Cain was losing control?

His walking took on a spring, a little sort of a bounce as he prepared to bring the ruckus. He built to a jog before long, cracking the asphalt of the road before tearing through a fence and thundering across some dried-out farmland, scattering animals before he cut through another fence and into wild scrubland (or as wild and scrubland-y as Pennsylvania could get, anyway) and mounted a hill. By the time he was cresting the next hill over, he was running at a clean 70 miles per hour. He didn't even touch the crest of the next few hills, just let his momentum carry him up over the top until gravity intervened and pulled him back down to ground level.

“Knock knock!” he bellowed as he crossed the last hill and prepared to cut through their door.

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Same Game, Different Methods [Juggernaut] Jan 13, 2013 14:29:13 GMT -5

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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Jan 13, 2013 14:29:13 GMT -5

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Sinestro watched as a large thug barreled suddenly towards the compound, arching an eyebrow at his idiotic, outlandish display of muscle and not the slightest ounce of intelligence. He supposed it was to be expected – the being seemed to be human. A large, over developed human, perhaps, but still. His ring picked up some very interesting things about the being flailing about like a hungry animal below him, but nothing he had not seen from other humans, or other worlds. Nothing that made the man particular interesting, or much of a threat to him. It would take more than brute force to make him feel intimidated. Well, that wasn’t entirely fair.

Nothing made him feel intimidated, even on the rare occasion where it should.

Frowning, he crossed his arms over his chest, aware his fun for the day had just been trampled by a giant man with some apparent lust for rampant destruction. His ring had picked up his antics in the town, and he would probably be dismayed to find that he had protected any humans from being harmed by his rampage with the use of his ring’s barriers and teleportation mechanics. Sinestro might not have cared for human life very much, but he had a general dislike of innocent people dying for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

These people in the compound, however, the large brute was free to destroy however he saw fit. Since it seemed counter-productive to try and stop him when they were accomplishing the same goal, why not sit back and watch what the little earthling had to offer? Maybe he could learn a little more about his unusual power source.

Not that he really need to watch mayhem to understand that.

Slowly, he floated his way down to the large being, his arms crossed neatly over his chest. Seemingly standing in the air, a green glow the only thing lifting his body from the ground, he moved beside the man. “Well, aren’t you a feisty one,” he said absently, voice devoid of any actual interest, “you don’t seem like much of a hero, so I suppose you must be what the humans here would consider a villain. I wonder, though, if you aren’t here to do a bit of good, same as me. What brings you to this place?”

Like that wasn’t clear.

(Sorry about the minor god modding, but there wasn't supposed to be any towns nearby. xD Sinestro would not have missed that kind of destruction.)

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Same Game, Different Methods [Juggernaut] Jan 19, 2013 15:43:44 GMT -5

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Post by run4 on Jan 19, 2013 15:43:44 GMT -5

((OOC: It's all good, dude - something as single-minded as the Juggernaut can be an unreliable narrator; saving people is more than possible and it's highly likely that Juggy wouldn't even know he missed them. ;) ))

“Heroism is just a chain made by those without the fortitude to cross a non-existent line,” Juggeraut responded quickly, keeping his eyes on the compound ahead for now (he could swat whoever this was later), “I'm here to do a little breaking and entering, with an emphasis on the breaking. If that's good to you, I guess we might get along.”

Juggernaut finally turned his head so he could get a look at whoever this was. Pink. Pointy ears. Floating. Glowing green. Funny head shape, funky facial hair. Gamma accident with a blood pressure problem? Juggernaut ducked his head as he ploughed through the compound's perimeter fence and then resumed speaking.

“So, what is it you do?” Juggernaut asked, once again looking the stranger head to toe, “Hero, villain, or are you one of the awkward guys who ticks Other on the job application forms? ...You may want to duck or something for this next part.”

Without further warning, Juggernaut tore through one of the pickups between the fence and the compound building itself, shoving the half he didn't crush aside as he bounded on into the one parked next to it, folding it in two around the rear axle.

“And what's with the pink skin? You spend the weekend in New Orleans or something?” Juggernaut bellowed as people began to emerge from the compound, before spinning on their heels and running to get back inside.

Not that being inside would help them. He'd bring it all down on their heads and grind the ashes into the earth. They'd rue the day they didn't turn tail and run until they collapsed and died from exhaustion and fear.

Last Edit: Jan 19, 2013 15:45:07 GMT -5 by run4

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Same Game, Different Methods [Juggernaut] Jan 28, 2013 13:18:23 GMT -5

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Post by Thaal Sinestro on Jan 28, 2013 13:18:23 GMT -5

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Sinestro smiled. “That sounds familiar,” he said thoughtfully. It was an old view he had believed in. One he still believed in, really, at least to an extent. But he was one confused alien, so perhaps it was a good thing he had discovered someone of his former mind. He would be able to see things from another perspective. It was said that you never really understood yourself until you saw it first hand.

Granted, this guy was a bit more of a brute than he had been, but the basic concepts seemed the same. That was close enough, right?

“I suppose I am the third,” Sinestro remarked, doing no ducking as Juggernaut started to plow through the motor vehicles parked in front of the compound as though they had insulted his mother. Any debris that came his way simply bounced off the green glow around his frame, the alien well protected from such simple projectiles. He wasn’t concerned by any of it, even when it seemed to shoot at his face, his eyes still on the large mammoth of a man. His arms remained crossed over his chest, his expression as impassive as ever.

“But, to be fair, human definitions of ‘good’ and ‘bad’ are very... simple. It is difficult for someone who has evolved beyond such views to be classified in either way.” He shrugged his shoulder. This guy, if he did believe in the conventions of the human honor system, was probably what they would call ‘a villain’. It had often been the same for him. Then again, he had gone through a brief period of his life where he had wanted nothing more than to wipe humans off the map entirely.

So maybe they were right to think he was just a little bit naughty.

“New or… no,” Sinestro replied, not sure what that reference was supposed to mean, “I am Sinestro, of Korugar. I am an alien.” He watched as the other worked, feeling no inclination to protect the humans that would soon be nothing more than sidewalk pizza. A ‘hero’ might have, but Sinestro saw past their silly views- these were dishonorable humans who had made their choice. They would need to live, or die, with their choices. They didn’t deserve second chances, and Sinestro wasn’t going to offer them any. A little hypocritical, all things considered, but hey, small steps.

He wasn’t going to change over night, if he changed at all.

“And what are you? You seem quite large for a human.” He continued to float by the man, though his eyes did flicker towards the compound as a few heavily armed men tip toed out and began shooting their machine guns off towards the two of them. Sinestro, once again, didn’t react, the bullets holding no hope of getting past his shield while he was aware of them.