Skallagrim

Fury and Freedom: The Battle for Earth

Steve paused a moment as he glanced around, something was drawing his attention. A loud mechanical sound, followed by heavy thumps that caused the ground to reverberate forced the man known as General Freedom to square up, his eyes sweeping the area for the source.

Then it came into view, a giant mechanical beast, standing roughly forty-feet tall with thick heavy legs and a ponderous head/body that bristled with wicked armament. The head seemed to be searching for him, thus the swaying motion as the sensors swept the area.

Crouching low, the mighty hero laid a hand on a chuck of concrete, judging its weight with an exploratory heft; he guessed it to be around a ton.

Perfect.

As the mechanized walker came fully into the square, General Freedom stood up suddenly and spun on his heels, the chunk of concrete gripped with both hands as he building of torque. Then in an instant, he released the rebar infused chunk at the machine with astounding results.

Striking the legs with incredible force followed by an explosive crack the chunk bounced off the machine, but its purpose had been achieved. The machine protested as the legs buckled and collapsed, the heavy torso/head crashed onto the ground in a plume of dust as several weapons fired reflexively by the startled pilot.

Even as the machine was falling, the blue-clad hero was airborne, closing the distance between them in such fashion that as the machine touched the ground, General Freedom was bashing at the cockpit where the pilot struggled to bring weapons to bear. Too late, a heavy fist crashed through the metal cocoon, striking the pilot in the chest with such force that his heart and lungs ruptured from the impact.

Dropping off the smoking machine, General Freedom flashed a quick grin, “Two down, a shit ton more to go.”

Turning he cast a quick glance around trying to spot any Angar-Ryllians that might be in the area. Satisfied there was none, glancing down the alley the way the machine had come; he decided that it was his best option. With a grunt, the man known as General Freedom began walking down the alley.

T-1 PC Multi challenge (me vs 2-4)

Hmm..I don't think you actually understand T-1. You may have 'built' that character for multiple opponents in your system but in T-1 its is nearly impossible unless you are cheating. Tell you what get another fighter or two and I'll join in a fight against you to see if you actually understand how to fight T-1.

You might see if LeeRoy, Tantalum, Vordak, Lalliman and maybe if he has time Schradinger to be part of this. You'd have to PM them and explain the fight, That it's everyone against you and I would be joining them in this.

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The alien craft slowed until it came to a stop, drifting in the air, tense moments passed as the blue-clad hero eyed the craft with apprehension. If they were the vanguard of an invasion, well they had picked the wrong human as their point of contact. If they were friendly, General Freedom would hear them out and make his decision on a course of action entirely based on what he perceived their intentions were.

The ZPE surrounding his body flickered as it raced across his chest, rippling slightly, causing minute tears in the atmosphere, followed by faint thunder rumbles echoing around the man. With an unexpected suddenness, a hatch opened and, well what General Freedom saw left him speechless for a moment.

Before him stood a small block of a man, a bushy beard and mustache covered the face and for a fleeting moment, the figure reminded him of a dwarf from Lord of the Rings. Steve allowed his eyes to wash their gaze around the man and with an unconscious glance looked over the broad shoulders of the creature half-expecting to see the long handle of a dwarven axe.

Then it spoke in a grotesque imitation of a badly translated Chinese Gung-fu chop-socky film. "You're sure moving fast, friend. And you're glowing with a volatile energy, I've seen only a few like it in the past. I didn't particularly like it back then either." There was a disturbing pause then "So why don't we take this down to the ground and we'll discuss just why you're glowing so brightly with fists clenched."

It boggled Steve, an alien, an off-worlder coming here to Earth, a planet he was native of and dictating to him to land as if he were the non-native element to the planet.

“Perhaps if I were on your world you could tell me what do, but not here bunky. This is Earth, my world and you’re the one who needs to answer some questions.”

So far, they had set a bad precedence, but if they wanted a fight, they found one of the few people on Earth able to meet them on their own terms, and if they assumed humans were weak, helpless and ripe for invasion, well they would certainly pay for their arrogance.

“As a representative of the people of Earth, I must discern your intentions and right now they don’t seem friendly. Why don’t we start over without your arrogance, tell me who you are and what you want and I may help you.”

The Worth of a Man

General Freedom, lost in thought raced ahead of a rapidly cooling tunnel he carved through the atmosphere creating a streaking contrail behind the hero. The dazzling blue energy surrounding his body blazed with such intensity that many on Earth believed they were witnessing a meteorite in the atmosphere.

Here in the skies, he felt free as if the weight of the world no longer pressed on him. Here, high above the planet he called home he sought solace. Alone, a glimpse of stars peeking through the upper atmosphere, Steve felt the tension race away from his body. Flipping around in a barrel roll, a huge grin spread across his face. His eyes spotting the streaking object that raced down from the deeps of space. It took a moment for it to register as he completed his roll.

A grunt escaped his lips as he craned his neck, his eyes narrowed as the streaking object came again into view.

“What the hell?” he murmured as he accelerated, a sonic boom erupted behind him, followed by another and another. In a matter of seconds, he was flying at nearly three times the speed of sound. Then General Freedom pulled into a climb, continuing to pull back as he climbed into the half-loop. As the streaking blue figure passed over the point where his climb commenced, he was inverted for a second or two as he quickly executes a half-roll to regain a normal, upright orientation. As a result, General Freedom was now at a higher altitude and has changed course 180 degrees, heading away from the descending object and still building up speed.

The blue clad hero wasn’t sure what the hell it was that was coming but it wasn’t anything that was Earth based. He had been on the ISS a few weeks back helping repair the solar panels that generated power to the station. While there, several of the astronauts had mentioned seeing objects and lights where no earth satellites were. It had spooked them and upon returning to Earth, the hero had visited the US Naval Network and Space Operations Command (NNSOC) [formerly Naval Space Command] headquarters in Dahlgren, Virginia.

To his surprise NNSOC had evidence that aliens were lurking around Earth, and without any indications as to their purpose, all sightings were to be classified and black filed until enough information could be gathered.

Behind him, something not from Earth was coming down in a hurry, and all fatigue and thoughts of what had happened earlier were gone. He had an opportunity to gather a ship, data and perhaps an alien for NNSOC to examine.

The ZPE signature intensified as swirls of scintillating energy raced around his fists, along his arms and across his back in rapid pulses. Eyes narrowing as he exhaled slowly, then he pulled up into a Frolov chakra maneuver, performing an extremely tight loop, drastically decreasing the hero’s speed as he used the loop to get a visual on the alien craft, before completing the move and back towards his original heading. Whoever they were, General Freedom would be their welcoming committee.

The Worth of a Man

He works for this. Which tier General do you want 4/5/6?

The Worth of a Man

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Staring at the carnage that surrounded him, the dead, and dying, the ruined city street and the hundreds injured. Lowering his head General Freedom inhaled deeply, clenching his fists tight, the whorls of energy swirling angrily around him. The gloom of the destroyed Industrial Diamond Exchange hid the broken bodies from his sight. The crunch of glass and diamonds under foot filled his ears. The wail of sirens outside, the voices, the cursing that accompanied the pain of such destruction, it seemed as if it never ended.

Still shaky from earlier, the blue clad hero sat down heavily on a high-backed office chair, lowering his head he stared into the eyes of a guard, a man who had a life, maybe kids and a wife, but someone would be waiting, hoping praying that this man would walk through the door. Reaching down gently General Freedom closed the man’s eyes and said a prayer for his soul. Leaning back into the chair it seemed as if the weight of the world sat squarely on his shoulders, closing his eyes, he exhaled softly. There was too much blood spilt today, too much.

For a moment, he allowed his thoughts to race back to a time when he was merely Steve, just a man, not a hero, not a symbol. A man with dreams and hopes, a man who looked forward to living a normal life with a wife and kids of his own. For a moment, he wished he could be that man again. How long had it been? A few years now since Jessie climbed aboard the airplane, she left on a December day, and her bags packed, a tear in her eyes as she smiled at him. Her lips lingered on his as she said good-bye. She was on her way to the west coast for a job meeting. Swallowing hard, General Freedom inhaled deeply as he remembered their conversation, their plans for dinner when she came back. A slight smile crossed his lips at that. She was here with him, looking at him, “I’m sorry Jess, I just couldn’t save you. But you’re right here with me, I dream of you all the time.” He said his voice low and tinged with sadness.

Leaning forward in the chair, he shook his head as he remember the events, a cocky villain thinking to make a name for himself, the terrible fight that occurred. It was a mistake, somehow the kid had gotten away from him, managed to get airborne, and get to Jessie’s plane. Rocking back James slammed a fist into the arm of the chair, then another. Slowly expelling the air from his lungs, he looked up to see Jess smile at him, her dark eyes enveloping him, filling him with pain, “Its ok baby. You did everything you could do; you did what you needed to do.”

The tightening in his chest and the difficulty in breathing caused him to grunt as he struggled to regain composure, “I couldn’t save you… I couldn’t save you.” He whispered to the image as it faded from view. Wiping his mouth he stood and glanced around the debris strewn room again then flared his energies brilliantly and launched himself through a hole in the roof and out into the atmosphere, a brilliant streak of light arcing into the sky, burning brightly as he sought solace among the clouds.

The Worth of a Man

Another General Freedom battle. This one is before the invasion of Earth.

The Everlasting Arena: Main Thread

Alright General Freedom then it is. I already have a thread up, waiting for Melon. I shall create another one for our duel.

** Edit- The Worth of a Man is our battle ground.

The Everlasting Arena: Main Thread

LeeRoy, tell me what character you want to fight. I don't care which one you choose just tell me which one of my characters you want to tussle with so I can refresh my memory with them and review their skills and powers.

The Everlasting Arena: Main Thread

Look at my Skallagrim character if you want to see how a high-level PC power set fits together. My Ossuary has him listed there, his powers Seidhr and Galdhr are two different powers but they are cohesive and work together very well with the concept of the character.