"Its a call for aid. Things must be even more dire than they seem if they're just asking anyone for help." The speaker was Dr Henry Traskion. A head researcher and behavioural psychologist for Cadmus, he and his colleague and superior, an elderly wheelchair bound Dr Emil Hamilton, had just finished listening to the Unlimited protocol message. They stood in a comfortable looking office, located deep within a hidden Cadmus compound just outside of Metropolis city limits.

"It's our way in." Responded Dr Hamilton "Though the mere fact they knew to contact us in our supposedly secret lab gives me cause for concern. Still that's a problem for another day. Please send for Clobo." Henry left the room, obviously a man used to obeying orders. Dr Hamilton rolled his chair across to a large wardrobe, dragging open the doors to retrieve the garments within. Henry returned shortly after, Clobo trailing behind. 

"Your looking for me Doc?" Clobo asked, his tone somewhat uncertain. Hamilton felt a wave of disgust build for the alien, but quickly battled it down. How could a creature so powerful be such an apparent weakling. Clobo stood at well over six feet tall, with a powerful build. His midnight black hair and bone white skin made for an imposing look that even his Cadmus issued orange jumpsuit couldn't undo, but his blood red eyes always looked scared and frightful. But he's all I have to work with thought Hamilton.

"Yes Clobo, please listen to this" replied Hamilton, replaying the leagues message. Clobo stayed quiet through the message, his expression thoughtful. When the missive finished he still didn't speak, obviously taking his time to mull over the information within. Stupid alien that he is Hamilton thought to himself. Finally Clobo looked up. 

"That message wasn't for Cadmus, was it. It was for me." he stated. Maybe not quite a stupid as Hamilton thought he was. 

"Yes Clobo, the message was for you. We would like you to go to the League, to aid them in any way you can. We had this made for you" Dr Hamilton replied, handing the clothes he had taken from the wardrobe to Henry, who carried them over to Clobo. Clobo received them without a word, unfolding and quickly studying them. A pair of black leather combat utility boots with built in knee pads, black tights with the word 'FURIOUS' printed in red up the outside of the legs. A heavy leather thick belt, the type that might be worn by a body builder. Next was a black duster, made of a heavy fabric. Lastly the was two long strips of white cotton, primarily used by fist fighters to tie around their hands. 

"But Doc, I ain't a fighter, you know that. And I ain't ready. My strength is still in flux. Sure, I'm powerful right now, but tomorrow I could be as weak as a kitten. . . " Clobo was going to continue but Dr Hamilton held up a finger, gesturing for silence. 

"I shall brook no argument on the matter Clobo. You have been a guest on earth, and now the earth is in peril. You are perfectly situated to combat the danger. I cannot make you fight, but I know you will not let us down, not when we need you." Hamilton's argument was clear, concise and well thought out. He had obviously known Clobo wouldn't want to go, so Dr Hamilton had made his arguments long in advance. The alien stared hard at his feet, ashamed at his cowardice. 

"Why Furious?" he asked, but still averting his gaze. 

"Because Clobo is a ridiculous name. And I think its time you found your fury. Now get dressed. It's long past time you introduced yourself to the world."

[u]Some time later[/u]

[i]Some mess you got yourself into now Clobo. [/I] The big alien had found the League's base simply enough, but had been stood outside now for almost twenty minutes, afraid of going in. Once he did there would be no going back. Either the league would make him fight, which would be one step closer to becoming the monster that Lobo was, or they would turn him away. Then he'd be forced to leave the planet because Cadmus wouldn't take him back if they failed, but what would he do then? Probably get shot up by some space posse that would mistake him for Lobo. So he stood there in new, uncomfortable clothes unsure of what to do, until another hero, one dressed like a wizard appeared. 

Appeared outta nowhere to be precise. Furious near jumped outta his white skin, and it was all he could do not to scream in fright. Good first impression that would make [i]'oh you wanna join the Justice League eh? Well we seen ya piss yer shiny new breeches outside, so yer out on principal. Can't be having pants wetters in the JL.'[/I] The wizard was already entering the building before Furious had got his composure back. [I] Damn if I'm gonna stand here any longer, waiting for something else to scare me to death. [/I] Rushing across the street Clobo followed the wizard in, then continued to follow him through the building to the meeting room. A meeting room that was already filled with stern looking super folk in the middle of what looked like a pretty serious meeting. [I] Frakk, first day and your already late. Good going there dumbass[/I] Furious thought to himself. 

"Urgh. . " he stumbled for words as he stepped outta the wizards shadow "I'm Furious." [i]Great word choice there genius.[/I]