[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/IXuUWbR.png?1[/img][/center][hr] [INDENT][INDENT]Thor knelt before Odin as his father paced back and forth before the throne of Asgard, his spear clashed against the floor with every angry step as he berated the arrogant prince before him. On either side of the throne stood Thor’s brothers, the youngest, his half-brother, Baldur and his adoptive brother, Loki. While Baldur stood stoic and unblinking, Loki stood with his head bowed, his chin firmly pressed to his chest, his jaw clenched as he resisted the urge to revel in his brother’s dishonor while their father reproached Thor like a spoiled child. [b][color=#9932cc]“You were explicitly told not to meddle in the affairs of mortals!”[/color][/b] Odin roared as Thor remained bowed on one knee, head knelt as his axe, the dreaded Járnbjörn, laid on the gold-tiled floor before him. [color=#9932cc][b]“In your arrogance, you have aided a tyrant, a relentless savage!”[/b][/color] Holding Gungnir accusingly towards Thor, Odin’s face twisted in disgust as he looked towards his son.[b][color=#9932cc]“You were sworn to protect the realm and all those within it, not to show favouritism to the first mortals that threw themselves at your feet.”[/color][/b] Resigning to his chair, Odin looked wearily at Thor as raised a hand to his temple, massaging the weathered skin behind the long silver strands of hair. [b][color=#9932cc]“My brother put too much faith in you, I should have followed my instincts and waited until your brother, Baldur came of age.”[/color][/b] Odin lamented. [color=#9932cc]“[b]You are too much like Tyr, always looking for your next fight or [i]worse[/i], your next [i]fuck[/i].”[/b][/color] Raising his head, Thor looked at his father, hurt and resentment in his eyes as his hand reached for his axe. Suddenly, Odin’s one eye rolled in its socket, stopping to look towards Thor as a blast emitted from Gungnir’s point that sent the axe spinning across the pristine tiled floor. [b][color=#9932cc]“That was a weapon forged for a prince, but you have made it the tool of an executioner. It is tainted with the blood of innocent men, the cries of their women and the screams of their children.”[/color][/b] Thor froze as Odin continued to speak. [color=#9932cc][b]“If you reach for that weapon, then you will become the executioner I fear you already are.”[/b][/color] He raised an accusatory finger towards the prince. [b][color=#9932cc]“And if that is the case then indeed, this is truly a dark day for Asgard.”[/color][/b] [b][color=#daa520]“My lord, I only aided the mortal in attempting to reclaim his homeland from injustice. I did not indeed to do any wrong.”[/color][/b] Thor replied solemnly as he began to stand. [color=#daa520][b]“My intentions were-”[/b][/color] [b][color=#9932cc]“You dare speak back to me, boy!”[/color][/b] Odin roared as Thor began to stand. [b][color=#9932cc]“Get out of my sight before I have you removed from my presence!”[/color][/b] With that Loki couldn’t help but let out a snicker that prompted Odin to spin around at a speed that none of his sons had ever seen before. [b][color=#9932cc]“Never has the Throne of Asgard endured such disrespect. Out!”[/color][/b] He continued to yell. [b][color=#9932cc]“All of you!”[/color][/b] Wanting to avoid any more of their father’s wrath, the three princes hastily exited the throne room. Looking towards his brothers, Thor curled a fist as Loki sneered towards him. [b][color=#1a7b30]“How are you going to fix this?”[/color][/b] Loki taunted, [b][color=#1a7b30]“March on down to Midgard and fight another war? Maybe kill your savage and hang his head on a pole as a warning.”[/color][/b] [b][color=#daa520]“That could actually work.”[/color][/b] Thor replied as Baldur raised a palm to his face. [b][color=#c27ba0]“The Allfather was very clear that we are not to meddle in the affairs of mortals.”[/color][/b] [b][color=#1a7b30]“But, Baldur, Thor has already meddled, therefore by meddling again he is undoing his meddling. The Allfather would have no choice to forgive him and reinstate Thor as the official protector of the realm.”[/color][/b] Loki replied as Baldur rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to respond only for Thor to speak over him. [b][color=#daa520]“Loki makes a good point.”[/color][/b] He stated as Baldur let out a groan while Loki snickered. [b][color=#daa520]“If I remove Úrndallr from his bloodied throne, then the balance will be restored.” [/color][/b]Thor mused as he suddenly turned, heading towards the Bifrost. Loki grinned ear to ear as Baldur rolled his eyes and walked the other way. [b][color=#1a7b30]“I would be getting some practice with your sword Bal, I think the nine are going to need a new protector.”[/color][/b][/INDENT][/INDENT] [COLOR=GOLDENROD][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]W A S H I N G T O N, D . C .:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][COLOR=LIGHTSLATEGRAY][B]T U E S D A Y, J U L Y 3 1[SUP]S T[/SUP], 2 0 1 8 - 0 9 : 0 0 a m | T H E T R I S K E L I O N[/B][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT] [INDENT][INDENT]The large mobile airbase entered into the airspace above Washington, the pilot guiding the massive jet towards the Triskelion as he initiated landing procedures. Though dwarfed by S.H.I.E.L.D.’s helicarriers, Zephyr One was still easily twice the size of a Globemaster as the black plated aircraft’s four VTOL engines rotated into a hovering position above the Potomac River. Opening a channel to the three-tiered building, the pilot entered the authorization code as the acknowledgment chimed signaling the communication line was activated. [b][color=#c0c0c0]“Zephyr One, state your purpose.”[/color][/b] [b][color=#c0c0c0]“Patient transfer for the Raft, we’re carrying Prisoner 1-1-4-0-3-1-9-6-5 on board.”[/color][/b] The pilot answered as he steadied the aircraft. [b][color=#c0c0c0]“I’ve got the clearance right here, opening the hangar now. Escorts will meet you once docked.”[/color][/b] Lowering the craft into the Triskelion, the landing gear extended as the jet landed with a loud creak and the expelled hissing of the hydraulics. Outside the craft, a group of six S.H.I.E.L.D. agents stood with weapons ready as Zephyr One lowered the landing ramp. In the doorway, a large man stood flanked by a pair of agents, his hands in cuffs chained to his waist. He slowly walked forward, his legs limited by the restraints around his ankles as the agent to his right urged him to move faster. [b][color=#c0c0c0]“Move Creel!”[/color][/b] The agent stated as Carl ‘Crusher’ Creel slowly moved down the ramp, his injuries still healing as pain reverberated through his groin with each step. Falling into line as the awaiting agents took custody of him, Creel saw one agent look back at him, the blonde woman looking him up and down before she suddenly spoke. [b][color=#cc4125]“I was told Thor ripped your cock clean off.”[/color][/b] She stated, her words accented with a crispness, unlike her colleagues. Creel didn’t respond as he continued to walk, completely surrendered to his situation as he dreaded whatever hole S.H.I.E.L.D. was going to hide him away in. [b][color=#cc4125]“So when they strapped the new one on, did they make sure it worked?”[/color][/b] The same agent asked her accent somehow taking away from the derogatory nature of the statements, [b][color=#cc4125]“Can you even get it up?”[/color][/b] [b][color=#2f4f4f]“Shut your whore mouth before I [i]fuckin’[/i] split you in half!”[/color][/b] Creel suddenly roared as the agent spun around, kneeing him in the gut as Creel doubled over, winded as he held his arms to his stomach. Shoving a fist between his hands the agent whispered in Creel’s ears. [b][color=#cc4125]“You have friends in high places. Don't waste this.”[/color][/b] She hissed, delivering an elbow to the back of Creel’s head as the metahuman dampening collar suddenly turned off. Feeling a rough piece of metal in his hands, Creel’s body was suddenly empowered as the metal coated his body and transformed his cells. Snapping the cuffs off, Creel let out a reinvigorated yell as the mysterious agent suddenly fired her weapon, cutting down the nearby agents. Dropping the gun as she crossed her arms in satisfaction as she looked at the empty weapon. [b][color=#cc4125]“Modern weapons are so uncivilized, no thrill or challenge at all.”[/color][/b] She said before pulling an aged revolver from her hip holster, spinning the chamber around before snapping the weapon together. [b][color=#cc4125]“Now then, go cause some havoc. My intel says that Thor’s around here so it must be your lucky day.”[/color][/b] She added, motioning for Creel to leave as he cracked his knuckles. [b][color=#2f4f4f]“Payback is a bitch.”[/color][/b][/INDENT][/INDENT][CENTER][sup][h2][color=silver][img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img] [sub]°[/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img] [sub]°[/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img] [sub]°[/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img] [sub]°[/sub] [img]https://i.imgur.com/SXfrcEV.png?1[/img][/color][/h2][/sup][/CENTER] [INDENT][INDENT]An explosion suddenly rocked the Triskelion distracting Thor from the axe in his hand, as he looked towards rafters watching dust fall as the building shook from the blow. Standing beside him, Agent Perry’s wrist lit up with a blinding flare of crimson as she raised a finger to her ear, her face remaining stoic as she reported in. [b][color=#7b68ee]“This is SSA Perry, what the hell is going on up there?”[/color][/b] Agent Perry she asked, her tone stern as Thor’s grip tightened around the hilt of Járnbjörn. He could tell from the sound of the explosion and the force of the aftershock that the hit had not come from outside the Triskelion, but rather from within. S.H.I.E.L.D. had been attacked by an invasive force. [b][color=#7b68ee]“What do you mean my prisoner transfer has been compromised? Each agent was handpicked by me personally, there should have been no-”[/color][/b] Perry snapped back at the voice on the other end of her earpiece. [b][color=#7b68ee]“No, no I was not made aware that Agent O'Connor had put in for a transfer-”[/color][/b] Perry retorted her face starting to show signs of frustration and impatience. [b][color=#7b68ee]"Look, I am with Thor right now, he can help."[/color][/b] She stated turning to the man beside her. [b][color=#7b68ee]“At 0900 hours this morning, a patient transfer was scheduled for Prisoner 1-1-4-0-3-1-9-6-5. You might be more familiar with this man by his given name, however, Carl Creel."[/color][/b] Perry stated as she relayed the information to Thor. [b][color=#7b68ee]"Creel was to be transferred to the Raft today for incarceration. He, however, has managed to break loose and our forces have been unable to detain him as of yet. Upper brass is wondering if you could lend a hand.”[/color][/b] Giving the axe a nostaligc swing, Thor ignored the eerie sensation that was running through his hand. Sharp pin like pains rapidly bit at his skin leaving his hand almost numb as the sensation crawled over his wrist and up his armor. As he cracked his neck, Thor's armor extended along his arms, coating them in an interlocking silver mail as his crimson cape flowed from his collar, falling behind his back. Outside the Triskelion, the sky turned dark as clouds moved to blot out the morning sun. The rumble of thunder echoed across the Potomac as Thor addressed Perry with his response. [b][color=#daa520]“Point me in the direction of whomever’s ass I have to kick.” [/color][/b][/INDENT][/INDENT]