[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hduCbCk3ySI][center][img]https://www.gateworld.net/wiki/images/9/91/Pyramidship.jpg[/img][/center] [/url][/center] [i]Humanity[/i]. He had long become detached from their petty affairs. His was a world of magic, and wonder. In centuries long passed, the world had changed around him and at times he had tried to be a force of change. Yet the ages of heroes returned again and again, a balance in the natural order of things. There were those far more [i]savage[/i] and older than he, who believed they had the power and the will to change the flow of human history. Though he had long since abandoned such pointless pursuits. As humanity grew and prospered, the age of magic faded and the age of technology rose to meet it. The threats continued, but they changed. Abilities once granted by magic, were now granted by science. Threats that had once come from worlds below came from the stars above, and [i]that[/i] had been his salvation. His footsteps echoed through the vast halls of the throne room, solitary in their existence. As they should be, he had approached the mortal protectors of the world and together they had constructed his perfect prison and cast it out, and here it sat a silent in its silent vigil. Casting his eyes out towards the stars, constantly seeking and searching. Out there was the solution, he knew it. At times, his eyes were drawn down to Earth: World War 2, the resurgence of the Mutant. The United States in recent years was getting [i]very[/i] interesting. The return of the Scarab of Khaji-Da, the alien in the mid-west whose power readings were of the charts, an Atlantean child-King and the Martians to name a few, and this was not to mention the awakening of Gods long since passed. Thor was being [i]very[/i] public though there were rumblings in the other pantheons of old, the Gods were returning to Earth and making their presence known. What drew his attention today however, was the Nova Centurion. It had been [i]years[/i] since Earth had been visited by a member of the Nova or Green Lantern corps, and this one left [i]without[/i] arriving. Following his trajectory, he saw the ships hovering menacingly on the edge of his space, tapping several buttons on his throne, the report was sent back to S.W.O.R.D in Colorado and for the first time in nearly a hundred years he leaned forward in anticipation for what was about to happen next. [hr] [hr] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0199e1d3-bd4e-71de-a7bf-f2257a61611c.webp[/img][/center] Jaime groaned as he used all his strength in an attempt to keep Titus from getting his sharp, aggressive claws around Jaimes neck. He could feel the floor creak and groan in protest below him, as the two combatants pushed against one another. [color=6495ED]"Any-UGH-Ideas scarab?"[/color] [color=483D8B][/color] [color=6495ED]"No-! I don't want to kill anybody-"[/color] Titus chuckled while continuing to bear weight down ontop of Jaime. "Significant little insect, with all this power, your life in jeopardy and you humour me with mercy?" He roared in laughter. [color=6495ED]"There has to be something you can do-"[/color] [color=483D8B][/color] Jaime tried to shout no, but the words never left his mouth as he felt the energy pool in his chest, felt his body shift slightly and then the push back as the beam fired. Titus pulled away at the last second, twisting off the top of him, the blast barely singing the hairs on his organic arm. Titus roared and charged, but Jaime felt his body brace, leaning into the charge throwing Titus over his shoulder. [i]Oh, this was more like it.[/i] Titus fired a blast and it hit Jaime in the shoulder spinning him slightly, pain racking his body as it twisted, however his body twisted into a roll and came up firing forcing Titus back onto the defensive. [i]How am I doing all this, I'm not even thinking-[/i] [color=483D8B][/color] Second highest, so what was the- A bolt of hot plasma tearing past his face brought him back to the present as the scarab lifted them off the ground and into a downward spiral, caching Titus in the back of the head and knocking him to the ground. Landing, Jaimes body twisted. His arms coming together, joining, a cannon erupting from his chest to join on with his hands. The giant cannon began to charge, aimed at a disorientated Titus. The kill shot. Everything seemed to slow. The dawning realisation on Titus eyes as he looked up to see the cannon levelled at him, the blue glow building to a brilliant white. [i]No[/i]. [i][b]No.[/b][/i] [color=6495ED][b]"NO!"[/b][/color] Jaime roared, wrenching his arms upwards. He could almost feel himself pushing passed the scarabs control. [color=483D8B][/color] There was a his pitched whine as the shot went out, cracking through the wall, and the next, and the next until there was nothing but black sky. [color=6495ED]"Oh, Meirda."[/color] [color=483D8B][/color] There was a roar as the air rushed passed them out the whole, along with anything not tied down. Several of the small grey aliens were pulled loose, some attempting to grab onto anything solid. Jaime could feel it pulling at him, but he just stood frozen. The suit keeping him from shooting off, as Titus was pulled kicking and screaming out into the vacuum of space. [color=483D8B][/color] [color=6495ED]"Si, Si. Okay."[/color] He lifted his arms, as he felt the suit shifting on his back. The 'hud' changed, and he shot off into the darkness of space. Ships drifted around him lazily. Then out of nowhere shots of blue started to flash passed him, he recoiled. Stopping in his path, before he realised that the shots weren't aimed at him. They were aimed at- [hr] [hr] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0199e1d4-c09a-7639-9efa-a24f1d528f67.webp[/img][/center] The blue portal closed behind what had to be the mother ship. It sat at the back with the giant worm/snake things leading the charge numbering six total. Five seemed to be escorting it while the sixth appeared to be heading towards the mothership [i]away[/i] from Earth. Was this ship the advanced scout? Sent back to report to the mother ship that Earth was what, ripe for the pickings? Sam tried to remember his fathers stories, of guardians and government agencies. The Nova Corps and Green Lantern Corps, two galactic agencies dedicated to peace and justice. Treaties and laws signed long ago dictated lines on maps, duties to be performed. Was his being out hear, wearing a Nova helmet going to cause more trouble? That's when the first blue shot passed him, as two aliens on some form of chariot looking device honed in on him. Sam raised his hands as a shot came close to his face, the shot hit his hands and sent him flying backwards and it hurt, but just a little bit. [i]Focus Sam. How did Dad describe fighting?[/i] Outstretching both his arms before him he shot off, a streak of light following him as he did his best to bob and weave, more and more of the Space-Chariots were joining in on the assault now. This made it harder and harder to dodge their shots, looking behind him at his tail he turned his head back around too late to notice one of the alien craft on a collision course. "Oh holy shi-" A fiery explosion erupted as the two collided, and Sam found himself unscathed on the other side. He looked down at himself taking stock. Arms, legs, toes, fingers. Everything seemed intact, he laughed to himself. [color=DAA520]"Oh yeah, you boys are in for it now-!"[/color] After the first two the aliens caught on to his new found bravado and his superb tactical genius. Complicating this space-based game of chicken. He looked over to the worm/whale/snake/ships and decided to chance his luck, darting off in a beam of light towards the one that was approaching the mothership. He was approaching the hull when it began to glow, dodging a the last second he watched as a raw energy tore through. Followed shortly by bodies, and then what looked like a person in some form of bug suit. [color=DAA520]"What the-"[/color] [color=6495ED]"Who are you?"[/color] [hr] [hr] [center][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Ey3Ujo8WUAE9vdG?format=jpg&name=medium[/img][/center]