11-14-2015, 10:02 PM
Sinestro smirked after a seeming eternity of waiting. “I see, and I suppose you’ll know just exactly what blow will kill me, do you?” He crossed his arms and his eyebrow quirked up, “Perhaps I am made of less hardy stuff than you imagine. Maybe the first blow will doom me to a slow and painful death?” His used his thumb to gently push up the brim of his wide hat. “Or perhaps the Omniverse had made you weaker than you thought.”
Orion’s scowl cut a little deeper into his face, and Sinestro knew his words had found the tip of a thread which he would slowly unravel. “I suppose we’ll find out then,” the saiyan said calmly, his stern demeanor pushing down the pangs of emotion that had bubbled up.
“I suppose we shall.” The wind blew between them, sand swirling in the midday sun. “Then let it begi-“
“INCOMING TRANSMISSION,” the ring’s scratchy voice interrupted.
Sinestro faltered, glancing down to his ring. Her sneered and glanced between the device and his opponent before sighing and stepping back. “One moment,” he groaned and lifted his ring. “Play transmission.”
A small rectangle of transparent yellow energy flashed up from the ring, a hologram of the message slowly scrolling in front of his eyes. “Ah, it’s Dean,” he affirmed to Orion.
“What?” the man balked, “Why is he already sending you a message? Did he not just leave?”
Sinestro shook his head, “My understanding is that time moves… strangely in the Omniverse. Might make seem like weeks may be only hours somewhere else. To the ring’s knowledge, there is no pattern to this time distortion.”
Orion shook his head and stepped his legs apart, folding his hands in front of him. “Yet another oddity to add to the list.”
Sinestro read through the message quickly, and then spoke a brief reply. Dismissing the message, he turned back to the one-eyed warrior that was patiently waiting for his attention. “Seems he’s found a powerful weapon from his home universe.”
“Fantastic,” Orion said dryly, clearly growing impatient.
Squinting, the korugaran enforcer summoned a glowing, golden aura around himself. “Now, where were we?”
Orion stomped back into a broad fighting stance and clenched his fists. With a grunt, a pale blue flame erupted around his body, his ki lapping at the air in broad strokes. “Right about here.”
The deputy reveled at the man’s power, unable to draw his mind from the man’s potential. “Perfect.”
A glint shined in Sinestro’s eye and the image of a weapon slowly formed in his mind, the conduit of his power allowing it to take shape in reality. The familiar feeling of his lever-action rifle pressed into his shoulder, the yellow construct perfectly replicating his memory of his faithful weapon. The bolt churned as he chambered a bullet of pure energy and he slowly began to squeeze down the trigger.
“INCOMING TRANSMISSION,” the ring barked, jolting him from his focus, the weapon dematerializing.
Gritting his teeth, the Lantern’s aura dissipated, and he shouted into his clenched fist, “Disable all non-urgent communications!”
“MESSAGE PRIORITY: NEW ORDERS.”
Confounded by the implications, he furrowed his eyebrows and held his hand up to Orion. “I apologize, Orion. It appears the message is urgent.”
The saiyan snapped his arms down, and his ki snapped out in an agitated huff. “Get on with it, then!”
The ring took the unspoken command from its wielder, and began to play the message.
“Greetings, sai Deputy. I have need of your eye and wit; a new Prime has entered town. He called hi’self ‘Proto Mouse,’ and I have heard whispers that he’s but two men merged together. They call that ‘fusion,’ in these lands, do ya ken it? A bit of poking has told me that he is a Prime named Mickey Mouse, famous name in these parts and any other, and Proto Man, the one that cured that Blight of the Greens.
“Be wary, Deputy, but test his intentions. He talks of wanting to help, and we need every warm body we can pile. I expect you to get this done right quick, kennit?”
Sinestro looked up to Orion, appraising the man’s reaction. He didn’t seem pleased. Shaking his head, the deputy shrugged. “I suppose this will have to wait. I’m more than happy to reconvene after this… training.”
“Hrmph,” the agitated saiyan spat, “So be it.”
Nodding, the lantern walked back to his companion’s side, “I would tend to agree.” Once again, his body was coated in a yellow sheen, and he left the ground. “Now let’s find this Proto Mouse.”
Soaring into the air, the lantern loomed over the city, staring down upon it as he searched for the visitor. The glint of the metal mouse’s armor was noticed only after Sinestro saw the already sparse inhabitants intentionally avoiding his path. Once he saw the creature, he had a hard time blaming them.
The Corps-founder was more than used to the strange and horrible shapes that beings from other worlds, or in this case other realities, could take. While the giant mouse wasn’t particularly wretched to look at, he certainly didn’t look “normal” by Omniverse standards and the simple folk that made up the inhabitants of the town weren’t quite prepared for a giant cyborg rodent to be strolling through their streets.
Orion casually drifted up beside Sinestro, sharing his gaze. He blinked slowly, and looked back to the man that had drug him along into this mess. “Really?”
The mouse looked up at the pair, offered a wide grin and waved up to them excitedly. The distant sound of his cheerful laughter rang in their ears. Sinestro sighed, “Really.”
The duo drifted down, landing on the street beside each other, both with sharp-edged expressions and arms crossed over their chests. Proto Mouse trotted over to them with a skip of excitement. “Are you the Deputy?” he asked, his voice seeming to echo itself in two distinct tones.
“I am,” Sinestro replied, taking a moment before he offered out his hand. “My name is Sinestro.”
“Proto Mouse,” the hybrid replied, taking up the deputy’s offer with both hands and shaking firmly. “The Sheriff said you would be the man to see about lending a helping hand?”
“Well, right now we’re recovering from a bandit attack, so I feel that most of the things we can do right now are rather munda-“
“INCOMING TRANSMISSION.”
Sinestro’s fists clenched hard enough for his knuckles to crack. “Pardon me,” he attempted to say cordially through gritted teeth. He turned and held the ring up, silently commanding another hologram to pop up.
“Dean again,” he reported. This time, his attention was caught. He turned back to the two men and read through the message again. “It appears that you have fortuitous timing, Proto Mouse. It appears that one of our members has located a bit of trouble near a large, unidentified city.”
“Is it Carrefore?” Orion interjected.
He shook his head, “No, Dean and I have been to Carrefore, he would be able to identify it.”
The cyborg chirped in, “Well, maybe it’s Nippur then. A fella named Gilgamesh has a city out here. I, well, I guess half of me, competed with him in Dante’s Abyss!” A sour expression grew over his face, “Killed a lot of my friends. He’s a real piece of work.”
The wheels churned in his mind for a moment before things fell into place, “Ganondorf, Eighteen and Strazio were headed to see a man named Gilgamesh. Strazio and Ganondorf seemed to have a bone to pick with him.” He looked up to the two men that stood around him, “It’s possible that they’ve run into trouble.” The saiyan and the lantern shared a glance between each other. “Perhaps this warrants our investigation,” the deputy said carefully.
Orion nodded, “I can’t think of a much better proving ground than a fight on foreign soil.”
“Maybe it won’t come to that,” the lantern interjected, “but I will not tolerate a force of chaos in these dunes. I will not allow anything or anyone to stand against our allies.” A darkness came to his voice at the conclusion of his statement, and anyone could hear the seriousness of his intention.
The mouse narrowed his eyes and leaned in, “Be careful with that! He manipulated everyone in the Abyss, that’s how he got his team to win.”
“Hrm,” the lantern pondered. “I would still prefer to avoid needless chaos, if possible.” He allowed a sinister smile to creep over his face, “Perhaps they just need the fear of the LAW put into them.”
Orion’s scowl cut a little deeper into his face, and Sinestro knew his words had found the tip of a thread which he would slowly unravel. “I suppose we’ll find out then,” the saiyan said calmly, his stern demeanor pushing down the pangs of emotion that had bubbled up.
“I suppose we shall.” The wind blew between them, sand swirling in the midday sun. “Then let it begi-“
“INCOMING TRANSMISSION,” the ring’s scratchy voice interrupted.
Sinestro faltered, glancing down to his ring. Her sneered and glanced between the device and his opponent before sighing and stepping back. “One moment,” he groaned and lifted his ring. “Play transmission.”
A small rectangle of transparent yellow energy flashed up from the ring, a hologram of the message slowly scrolling in front of his eyes. “Ah, it’s Dean,” he affirmed to Orion.
“What?” the man balked, “Why is he already sending you a message? Did he not just leave?”
Sinestro shook his head, “My understanding is that time moves… strangely in the Omniverse. Might make seem like weeks may be only hours somewhere else. To the ring’s knowledge, there is no pattern to this time distortion.”
Orion shook his head and stepped his legs apart, folding his hands in front of him. “Yet another oddity to add to the list.”
Sinestro read through the message quickly, and then spoke a brief reply. Dismissing the message, he turned back to the one-eyed warrior that was patiently waiting for his attention. “Seems he’s found a powerful weapon from his home universe.”
“Fantastic,” Orion said dryly, clearly growing impatient.
Squinting, the korugaran enforcer summoned a glowing, golden aura around himself. “Now, where were we?”
Orion stomped back into a broad fighting stance and clenched his fists. With a grunt, a pale blue flame erupted around his body, his ki lapping at the air in broad strokes. “Right about here.”
The deputy reveled at the man’s power, unable to draw his mind from the man’s potential. “Perfect.”
A glint shined in Sinestro’s eye and the image of a weapon slowly formed in his mind, the conduit of his power allowing it to take shape in reality. The familiar feeling of his lever-action rifle pressed into his shoulder, the yellow construct perfectly replicating his memory of his faithful weapon. The bolt churned as he chambered a bullet of pure energy and he slowly began to squeeze down the trigger.
“INCOMING TRANSMISSION,” the ring barked, jolting him from his focus, the weapon dematerializing.
Gritting his teeth, the Lantern’s aura dissipated, and he shouted into his clenched fist, “Disable all non-urgent communications!”
“MESSAGE PRIORITY: NEW ORDERS.”
Confounded by the implications, he furrowed his eyebrows and held his hand up to Orion. “I apologize, Orion. It appears the message is urgent.”
The saiyan snapped his arms down, and his ki snapped out in an agitated huff. “Get on with it, then!”
The ring took the unspoken command from its wielder, and began to play the message.
“Greetings, sai Deputy. I have need of your eye and wit; a new Prime has entered town. He called hi’self ‘Proto Mouse,’ and I have heard whispers that he’s but two men merged together. They call that ‘fusion,’ in these lands, do ya ken it? A bit of poking has told me that he is a Prime named Mickey Mouse, famous name in these parts and any other, and Proto Man, the one that cured that Blight of the Greens.
“Be wary, Deputy, but test his intentions. He talks of wanting to help, and we need every warm body we can pile. I expect you to get this done right quick, kennit?”
Sinestro looked up to Orion, appraising the man’s reaction. He didn’t seem pleased. Shaking his head, the deputy shrugged. “I suppose this will have to wait. I’m more than happy to reconvene after this… training.”
“Hrmph,” the agitated saiyan spat, “So be it.”
Nodding, the lantern walked back to his companion’s side, “I would tend to agree.” Once again, his body was coated in a yellow sheen, and he left the ground. “Now let’s find this Proto Mouse.”
Soaring into the air, the lantern loomed over the city, staring down upon it as he searched for the visitor. The glint of the metal mouse’s armor was noticed only after Sinestro saw the already sparse inhabitants intentionally avoiding his path. Once he saw the creature, he had a hard time blaming them.
The Corps-founder was more than used to the strange and horrible shapes that beings from other worlds, or in this case other realities, could take. While the giant mouse wasn’t particularly wretched to look at, he certainly didn’t look “normal” by Omniverse standards and the simple folk that made up the inhabitants of the town weren’t quite prepared for a giant cyborg rodent to be strolling through their streets.
Orion casually drifted up beside Sinestro, sharing his gaze. He blinked slowly, and looked back to the man that had drug him along into this mess. “Really?”
The mouse looked up at the pair, offered a wide grin and waved up to them excitedly. The distant sound of his cheerful laughter rang in their ears. Sinestro sighed, “Really.”
The duo drifted down, landing on the street beside each other, both with sharp-edged expressions and arms crossed over their chests. Proto Mouse trotted over to them with a skip of excitement. “Are you the Deputy?” he asked, his voice seeming to echo itself in two distinct tones.
“I am,” Sinestro replied, taking a moment before he offered out his hand. “My name is Sinestro.”
“Proto Mouse,” the hybrid replied, taking up the deputy’s offer with both hands and shaking firmly. “The Sheriff said you would be the man to see about lending a helping hand?”
“Well, right now we’re recovering from a bandit attack, so I feel that most of the things we can do right now are rather munda-“
“INCOMING TRANSMISSION.”
Sinestro’s fists clenched hard enough for his knuckles to crack. “Pardon me,” he attempted to say cordially through gritted teeth. He turned and held the ring up, silently commanding another hologram to pop up.
“Dean again,” he reported. This time, his attention was caught. He turned back to the two men and read through the message again. “It appears that you have fortuitous timing, Proto Mouse. It appears that one of our members has located a bit of trouble near a large, unidentified city.”
“Is it Carrefore?” Orion interjected.
He shook his head, “No, Dean and I have been to Carrefore, he would be able to identify it.”
The cyborg chirped in, “Well, maybe it’s Nippur then. A fella named Gilgamesh has a city out here. I, well, I guess half of me, competed with him in Dante’s Abyss!” A sour expression grew over his face, “Killed a lot of my friends. He’s a real piece of work.”
The wheels churned in his mind for a moment before things fell into place, “Ganondorf, Eighteen and Strazio were headed to see a man named Gilgamesh. Strazio and Ganondorf seemed to have a bone to pick with him.” He looked up to the two men that stood around him, “It’s possible that they’ve run into trouble.” The saiyan and the lantern shared a glance between each other. “Perhaps this warrants our investigation,” the deputy said carefully.
Orion nodded, “I can’t think of a much better proving ground than a fight on foreign soil.”
“Maybe it won’t come to that,” the lantern interjected, “but I will not tolerate a force of chaos in these dunes. I will not allow anything or anyone to stand against our allies.” A darkness came to his voice at the conclusion of his statement, and anyone could hear the seriousness of his intention.
The mouse narrowed his eyes and leaned in, “Be careful with that! He manipulated everyone in the Abyss, that’s how he got his team to win.”
“Hrm,” the lantern pondered. “I would still prefer to avoid needless chaos, if possible.” He allowed a sinister smile to creep over his face, “Perhaps they just need the fear of the LAW put into them.”
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