The Manic Impressive

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All Over (revised)

“Good day to you, my name is Dorol Henovik. I am contacting you for your services. You see, I’ve lost something very precious to me and I’m willing to pay whatever your charges. The freighter delivering my cargo arrived just an hour ago with the cargo missing. I’ve attached the shipping logs from the freighter to this message,” the digital image of a wide shouldered man with a spiraled moustache said.
With her protruding horned forehead and scarred face illuminated by the screen, Farl Ahg Rien closed the message and opened the shipping logs. The first destination was the dark side of the fifth moon of Givtong. She opened a new message and typed the words “Accepted. I demand half of my payment, fifty thousand, upfront.” and sent it to Dorol. With her coordinates set, Farl’s star-strutter, Toryune, took off to its destination.
Once arriving on the dark side of Givtong V, Farl Ahg Rien donned her thickest cold weather suit and exited Toryune. Even with such heavy clothing, she still felt the chill within her suit. She entered the station only to find a trail of carnage and the words “No Captives” in blood on many of the walls. Farl followed the trail to one person who was still living.
“What happened to you? Who did this?”
“It was an armored man covered in blades,” the man answered with his last breath.
“Damn. Wolsofk got here before me.”
Farl Ahg Rien left the facility and set her star-strutter for its next destination, the space colony of Goljiskanni.
As she reached the station, she saw no sign of Wolsofk’s handiwork, but the place was surrounded by sound projectors that wailed the latest single from the Yenod Swelk Orchestra. Farl wasn’t prepared for such loud noises and her large, sensitive ears began to bleed. She went to the delivery station. She asked for information on the freighter carrying her employer’s cargo only to be shown that all the cargo received was accounted for and that there were no extras. Farl offered the suggestion to the workers of the station to evacuate before Wolsofk got to them.
Once more it was off to the next location. This time it was the large blast crater known as Yinbali on the planet Daznok. As her strutter descended into the large pit Farl noticed the strange rainbow colored sky. She talked with the delivery master who told her of Riel Nobine, the man who he heard bribed the cargo carriers to have Dorol’s crate. Farl was given the address of the man and went to meet him. For such a meeting, Farl armed herself with a pair of daggers and a wrist mounted gun that was discreetly hidden in her sleeve and went to face the large mansion of Riel Nobine.
Farl pressed the button on the panel on the gate and waited as the camera zoomed in on her scarred visage. A group of three guards exited the mansion and burst through the gate wielding large metal clubs. The first guard swung at her right only to find that Farl ducked and the club struck the guard on the left of Farl. A blast escaped from Farl’s sleeve and burned a hole through the guard on her right. The last standing guard dropped his club and ran away from the red skinned woman with the smoking sleeve.
Farl Ahg Rien walked through the gate and kicked open the mansion door to reveal a cowering Aristocrat.
“You must be Riel Nobine. You have something that belongs to my employer,”
Riel fidgeted in his cushioned chair and stammered “The c-crate is in the b-basement. Just don’t kill me.”
As soon as he finished his sentence a large armored behemoth crashed through the window closest to Riel and slit his throat with one of the many blades on his arm.
“You know, it was clever of you to tell those people on Goljiskanni to leave. Too bad they thought they could take me. They were dead wrong,” the hollow voice said from within the large suit of blade covered armor.
Farl pulled out her pair of daggers and positioned herself to be ready for the bladed brute. Wolsofk charged towards her and slashed at her with his numerous knives. Farl darted to the left and jammed her daggers into her enemy’s arm and twisted the blades. With his undamaged arm Wolsofk clutched Farl’s neck and threw her into the nearest wall. Farl withdrew a small device and pushed the two red buttons on the top. As Wolsofk attempted to remove the pair of daggers, the knives exploded. As the smoke from the explosion cleared, only a portion of his arm remained. Wolsofk rolled on the floor writhing in agony as Farl waltzed to him and aimed her hidden gun at her foe’s head and fired three times. Wolsofk’s soldering armored body slumped to the ground. Farl went to the basement and acquired the surprisingly small crate.
Toryune arrived at the criminal ruled colony, Dromnal and delivered the small box to the wide man with the spiral moustache.
“Here’s your cargo. Where’s the rest of my fee?” Farl asked.
Dorol pressed a button on his console. “There it’s all set. Now leave,” he commanded as he opened the box to reveal a small creature comprised of tendrils that slithered wildly.
“I risked my life for your damn pet? A damn Molora!? Those things are illegal!”
“This is no pet. This is my wife!” Dorol snarled at Farl as his strange moustache began to move as if it were alive and it was at that moment that Farl realized what Dorol really was.
“You’re a Molora too aren’t you?” she asked as she pointed her concealed gun at her one-time employer. Once hearing this, Dorol convulsed and his moustache withdrew itself into his nostrils and his mouth opened unbelievably so. From his gaping maw came another creature like the one Farl delivered to him and the husk of Dorol drooped to the floor. She attempted to fire at the Molora only to miss the evasive collection of tentacles. She continued to fire rapidly without success and the Molora from the box took advantage of Farl’s attention being focused elsewhere and leapt onto her head and invaded her mouth. Farl Ahg Rien fell to the ground and shuddered her last shudder.

Concerning Brody Aaron

Brody Aaron was once a normal science teacher in Liverpool. He had a wife and a daughter. He was raised by his parents who were vagabond handymen. His parents spoke with a cockney accent and he developed one as well until his classmates ridiculed him for it. He forced himself to speak proper English and was able to go to Oxford for a teaching degree with no financial help from his parents thanks to his excellent grades.
All was rather fine and dandy until he returned home one day to find that his house had been ransacked and his loving wife and daughter were both murdered. He became incredibly depressed and quit teaching to take on the life of a roaming alcoholic and a pickpocket. It was during this time that his cockney accent came back when he wander all the way to Germany.
Months went by and he met a bald man with pointed ears, sickly pale skin and a son who looked like a younger replica of him. The man, who introduced himself as Morwin, claimed to be a professor of sorts and offered Brody whatever he desired if he were to participate in an experiment. At first he refused until he was given some strange new form of alcohol that was beyond anything he had ever guzzled. His addiction to the wine came quickly and that was thanks to Morwin’s favorite creation, nicotine. He agreed to partake in the man’s project for more of this wine and the three whisked off to his laboratory in Germany.
It was there that Morwin transformed him from a frail weakling of a human specimen into an indestructible being. The process technically killed him for a short period of time. First his body was dunked into a large vat that burned his hair off. His body was sliced open and drained of blood. His organs were replaced with more efficient artificial ones. The wounds were then filled with a silver liquid that traversed through his entire musculature. His skin healed upon being injected with a blue concoction that made his body have the properties of rubber upon combining with the silver liquid. Despite his new resilient body, he was did not acquire the ability to stretch his body. Though the wounds were healed, the symmetrical scars remained, which drove him even further down the path of insanity upon seeing them. He fled into the snowy forest where he became a feral beast of the wild.
After weeks of searching, Morwin was able to find and convince Brody that his disfigurement was a gift, not a curse. He was also able to convince him to be a killer for hire for the Third Reich.
To cope with his new face, Brody Aaron gave himself a full facial mask in his favorite color, green, that hid his entire head of scars. He wore a dress suit with a tie as well as black slacks with green rubber boots and gloves to hide the rest of his body. Sadly this was only a temporary solution, as he would go primal with rage whenever someone forced his mask off and the results weren’t pretty.
With his mask on, he was calm, but he still had trouble following orders due to his lack of a long attention span. He liked to joke around far too much and it interfered with cooperating with others, so he was usually sent alone.
Throughout the rest of his never-ending life he became an immortal warrior, though he was never really too talented in the arts of combat. He basically swung his blades without care and fired his guns without aim. Even with his inaccurate combat style he was eventually able to hit his mark with a great deal of luck. This was due to the fact that though his enemies tired after a time, he was able to keep going.
Brody’s motivation in life had been, since his operation, to die. This was because not only did he want to meet his wife and daughter in the afterlife, but he was still disgusted at how abominable his appearance was. Brody believed that the best way to get killed was to anger many people and he tried to do this with violence as well as with insults.

Concerning Angus and Sebastian Armstrong

Sebastian Armstrong was the more aggressive counterpart of Angus Armstrong. Both were once immortal demigods, who were one person until being separated by the Divine Divider Sword of Jonerus. Both were killed and their souls fused with human twins, making them immortal, but not containing the other of their powers. Throughout time, they continued to fight against one another, usually fighting on the opposite sides in the major wars. During the forties, Sebastian donned a full facial mask with a pattern of patches adorned upon it and called himself Patchwork, the criminal kingpin of New York. When he was unmasked, Sebastian quit using his Patchwork persona and started supporting the Axis. Angus and fellow heroes were able to defeat him on the plane that was carrying the atom bomb; Fat Man. Sebastian was knocked off the plane after the bomb was dropped.

Concerning Señor Frío

As an archeologist, Fernando Montéz found a magic bracelet that allowed him to generate blasts of cold. Because of him finding this bracelet, the Supreme Mage allowed him to keep the bracelet upon finding him to be a kind and generous soul. Like many other heroes during the forties, Fernando went to war. In the sixties, the bracelet was damaged, but he saved the gems imbedded in the bracelet, which were later used to fuel his nephew’s freeze gauntlets.

Concerning Segusen

During the waning years of magic’s popularity on Earth, the master sorcerer known as Segusen attempted to eliminate all magic users so that he’d be able to rule the entire planet unopposed. His plan failed and he was killed by the remaining mages. Luckily for him, his soul was stored in a gem in his armor. His armor was found centuries later by the first Antarctican to be banished, Kerage. Upon wearing the armor, he became possessed by Segusen’s soul. Upon possession, Kerage’s features changed to represent Segusen’s. His eyes became red and sunken in. His skin became even paler than before and his skin stretched tight around his bone structure. During World War II, he reluctantly joined forces with Dr. Dorian Kraizer and the Third Reich.

Concerning Miss Blade Slinger

Amy Donnelly was a woman born of privilege. This privilege came with a price. She was forced to marry young to a man she didn’t love. She yearned for excitement and by becoming the master thief and wielder of blades; she was able to find some way to entertain herself. Upon a successful heist, she would return the treasure the next night, but not before capturing its elegance in photographs. Eventually she was confronted by the Marksman, who was able to convince her to become a hero. During her stint as Miss Blade Slinger, she was given the magical sword, Excalibur, by the Supreme Mage of Earth. She used this weapon to aid the allied forces in the Second World War.