Pre-Last Stand: Fall of Heroes
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Pre-Last Stand: Fall of Heroes
20 Years ago....
The Guardian, the mothership of the international superhero organization, The Protectors, flew over the vast blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean. The Guardian was a flying fortress the size of 2 and a half football fields, and home to over 300 protectors of freedom and justice. Its large body supported by 6 large engines, 2 to propel it threw air while 4 others kept it a float and not crashing down to the earth. Beside being the home to heroes of many kind, the flying fortress is the home of the Academy of Heroes. Where heroes in training train so they can take on the responsibilies of the generation before them. For generations, the Protectors have fought off evils of all sorts, supervillains with world destruction in mind, alien invasions, and rogue nations with world domination in mind. Many have tried to defeat, and all have failed. To the world, the Protectors were unstopable and will forever remain.
No one believed in this more then Razor. The white tiger stood proud and tall at 6'3", looking over the Atlantic threw the view port. His muscular body standing out from under his blue green jump suit. His arms crossed behind him while his tail swayed back and forth with nothing to worry about. His ears turned toward the sound of someone approaching him and he turned to see his co-hero Digital Lynx approaching.
Her slim form always made him purr upon seeing her in her red jump suit, white cape flowing behind her as she came closer to him. She removed her white mask and smiled at him, "Hello Jarod, how are you?" She stood on her tip toes to compensate for their height difference and kiss his cheek.
Razor let out a louder purr and blushed some as he turned his whole body to greet her, "I'm doing well, thank you Selia." He cleared his throat, "How was your mission to Serbia?" he asked.
Digital Lynx smiled and nodded, "It was interesting, apparantly Octofiend nearly started another war between the Serbs and Albanians in Kosovo." She crossed her arms and looked out the window, "Tried to frame the Serbian President for the suddon unemployment." She shook her head, "In reality, Octofiend was responsible by hypnotising Serbian President to sign a bill that made it impossible for the people of Kosovo to gain a job."
The tiger nodded his head, "Well, that would have started problems between Serbia, Kosovo, Albania and severl other nations." He reached over and hugged her, "Well done with stopping it."
Digital Lynx let out a purr of her own, "Thanks Jarod," She looked out the window again as she stepped away, a big smile on her face, "Where are we stopping now?"
Still having an arm around her waist Razor replied, "Republic City, New York, going to stay a few days while we refuel and resupply." He then leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Our parents are going to be waiting there so we need to finish the rest of the wedding planning before we get there."
Digital Lynx's smile grew wider, "Ok, lets go back to the room then."
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The only light in the room was one single spot light the shined down onto a black circular table. An image appeared under the glass of the table, an image of The Guardian, entering its special docking facility in Republic City. A black clawed hand reached out from the darkness and pressed an unseen button on the table and an image of a fox appeared on the far wall. The light form the new image luminated enough of the room to reveal three figures in the room. All three where wearing purple robs with a gold hemline.
The hooded figure with a crown on his chest, from the farthest from the image of the fox spoke first, "Report," he ordered.
The fox bowed at the head, "The package will be delivered as you wished your Greatness."
The second hooded figure with a star on her chest, to the right of the image spoke next, "Excellent, you will be paid hansomly, and your family will come to no harm."
The fox let out a breath of relief and his shoulders sagged in from the tension of worry for his family, "Thank you so much..." The image of the fox vanished and the room was consumed in the blackness of nothingness.
The third figure that had an atom on his chest had his clawed hand on the unseen off switch and turned his attention on the image of the The Guardian, "Our plans are going as forseen. As soon as the Protectors' flying whale is taken out, and a majority of them killed, our warriors will appear and make short work with the rest."
The air of the blackened room filled with the diobalical laughter of evil plans.
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2 days later after the landing of The Guardian...
Jarod Renolds, aka Razor, stood at the alter, his heart pounding in his chest as the music started to play. He smoothed out his black tux as he looked up to see his future wife Selia Prescott, aka Digital Lynx walking up the aile. Dressed in a flowing white gound the vail covering her eyes, her father holding her arm as they walked up the aile to the alter.
When they reached the front of the church, the owl Priest asked, "Who gives this lady to this man?"
The older lynx holding Selia's arm spoke, "Her mother and I." Then handed his daughter's paw over to Jarod to take.
Selia stood staring at eachother, listening to the Priest as he spoke the traditional words about how marrage is a union of two souls. Their eyes never leaving the other's as they spoke their vows. Then the entire room errupted in applause as the the two kissed their first kiss as Mr and Mrs Jarod and Selia Renolds. The marched down the aile smiling like they never smiled before. They continued out the door of the santuary and stood in the enterance, thanking those who have come to witeness their joining. They then made their way to the limo so they can go to the reception.
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The end....
A week after landing, The Guardian took off, full of new supplies and a whole new route to make across the world. In the quarters of Razor and Digital Lynx, Jarod and Selia snuggled up to each other after a long hot love making session. Both purring in plissful joy as they came down from their high.
"That was more amazing then the last love of my life," Jarod purred to Selia.
Selia smiled and kissed Jarod's nose, "Yes it was, honey."
They were both thrown from the bed by a powerful quak the rocked the entire ship. A massive explosion ripped a gaping hole into the haul of the flying fortress. They both jumped form the floor and quickly got into their costums before stumbling threw the swaying hallways. Upon reaching the bridge, they found the crew running back and forth trying to right the rapidly falling ship.
A lion dressed in a black jump suite and white cape yelled out orders to the crew. He only stopped to turned toword the pair as they made their way on the bridge. "There was an explosion in the cargo bay, the fire is reaching the fuel tanks and if we don't stop it, the hole ship will go, I want you two to go down there and stop it."
Razor and Digital Lynx nodded and hurried down to the engine room to hault the fire's expansion. Upon reaching the room, they find that more then half of it was in flames. Pressure gagdes quickly rising as the heat makes the fuel boil in the tanks.
Razor draws his sword and a short blade, he jumps up and cuts threw some water pipes that begins to spray down upon the fire extinquishing some of it. Digital Lynx pressed her paw against one of the computer counsils, her paw disolving into the computer counsil as she begins to search for a way to override the fried curcites to use the sprinklers.
As she searches for a way, a sharp pain shoots threw her mind. She yanks her paw away from the counsil and looks over to Razor in fear, "Someone has put a virus into our database, I can't get into the main computer."
Razor looked over his shoulder in shock and then back at one of the pressure gadges, the water was doing nothing to stop the fire's advance. He made a choice to abandon the room and picked up his comm unit from his belt and began speaking into it. "Alpha Lion, we have to abandon the ship, there's a computer virus in the system and the fire's too hot."
The lion's voice came over the comm divice, "I was afraid of that, ok, get to the closest escape pod and...." The rest of the message was drowned out by static.
The tiger threw the comm divice in the fire and cursed, "Damn, the virus is spreading into the hole network." Then he heard a popping sound an looked over in time to see Digital Lynx get nailed in the back of the head by a speeding bolt that shot out from an over heated boiler. Razor let out a cry, "NO!" and ran to his love's side.
He gentily picked her up and cradiled her head in his lap, moving some of her hair out of her face. He could only let out a sob as he found he was two late to save her, Then he heard a whistling sound behind him. He looked back in time to see the pressure gadge reach critical before he was vaporized in the explosion.
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The 3 hooded figures watched on the table screen as half of The Guardian errupted in fire, then seconds later crashed into the earth below. The hooded figure with the crown on his chest looked over to the hooed figure with the atom on his, who pressed another unseen button on the table.
Across the world, invisible mechanical soldiers appeared in a shimer of light. Their black and grey armoured bodies standing tall as they raised their arms and started fire rockets, lasers, and bollets ouf of their gaunlets. People screamed out in pain and fear as they ran for their lives away from the killing machines. In the air, sleak fighter jets appeared just the same and began raining missiles, lasers, and bollets down onto cites and airports. At sea large vessels appeared and began to fire missiles and cannon shells onto coast line cities and harbors. All these had something in common, each one had the insigina of the Triumvirate painted onto them. A purple upside down triangle with a slitted eye in the middle.
As survivors of the The Guardian's crash emerged form the choas into another, they where cut down with no hope of survival. Those who surrendored were never seen again. Those who didn't, were killed on sight.
It was the end of justice, and the beginning of the reign of the Triumvirate...