Trials and Tribulations
9/1/1945, London, England
Namor had come up from the water now and as he looked around at everything that was there now and as he did so, he saw his reflection, he saw how he was covered in scars with a full beard and wild hair, it was confusing and a but shocking at the sight right now and as he looked at himself, there was a noise, “Namor!” one of the men there had said, making the Prince look and see it was one of their own.
He was an Atlantean who appeared like one of them and it made the prince a bit surprising by that, looking at everything that was there and as he looked at , everything that was there, “I thought that you were in The Pacific Theater?” he asked, making the Prince laugh at that, “I should be… but if that is right…” he said, pointing to the newspaper there, the date that stated it was September, “Then I have a problem.”
That made the Atlantean confused by the statement before he looked at everything there and then sighed, “I need to go to Submera.” he said towards him, confusing the man, “Submera?” he asked as Namor had snatched a piece of paper and started to write down some information there, “Take this to Nammu, I need to go.” he said before going to leave him.
“Wait! Why are you doing–?!” he started before the Atlantean ran into the water now and as he did so Namor started to think he was going to hate this, he was going to hate being into the dark, but there was no way that he was going to lose this chance to think on how he was going to win and get through… through everything that he saw and what he would be doing right now.
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9/3/1945, Private Quarters, Submera
Namor had been taking the usual medication that he had gathered when there was a noise, a noise that made him turn and see that Nammu was there now, smiling towards Namor now, “It’s great to see you alive!” she shouted towards him, going to hug her friend and as she did so, there was a realization, “I sent a warning, why did you–?” “I left a Messenger there.” she said.
Hearing that, Namor was confused, “A Messenger?” he asked, making her nod, “It’s an old Lemurian technique, leaving a being that is your mind, your body, your memories to speak to enemies, but it makes its pain your pain and no one uses them anymore–” “And it’s probably still getting the message that I’m there.” He said, making her nod, “Yes, how is that?” she asked, seeing the patches over his body.
“I was… I was sent somewhere deep and Dark, The Beast Below, and when I came out, I saw myself here.” he told her and hearing that, Nammu gave a whistle, I heard that sometimes you can end up in the future, but not the past.” she said towards him now as he went to stand, “I’ve got a month or so before I can face them.” he said and hearing that, Nammu nodded towards him.
“Alright, how quiet do you want this?” Nammu asked, making her give a look, “I’ll talk to the healers, make sure that there's someone loyal who won’t try and betray us.” she explained and hearing that, the Prince nodded, not liking it, but he agreed with that as the man leaned back, wanting to think on everything, dreaming of blue skinned red heads right now and hoping that things would go right soon.
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9/11/1945, The Healer’s Tower, Atlantis
Byrrah and Krang walked in now and looking at everything and everyone that was there before they saw the old man who was there, “You, come.” he said and hearing that, the old man started to approach now with a bit of caution and curiosity now as he spoke, “How can I be of assistance?” he asked now, “Your granddaughter had asked you for some assistance in Submera, correct?” he asked.
That made him nod, “She did, gave me no information beside where and what she needed.” he said and hearing that, they motioned for the list, so he offered it, making the man look over everything that was there before taking a deep breath now as the man went to look over everything that was there, Byrrah spoke, “Tell us when the procedures are finished, and he is heading back.
That surprised the Healer, “You do not wish to kill him?” The man had asked and hearing that, the two gave a look, at least until one of them spoke, “When dealing with someone like Namor, a spectacle is needed.” Krang told the man who nodded, “Understood, My Warlord, my prince.” he said and hearing that, the two of them started to plan on how they would deal with them.
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11/15/1945, Atlantis, Atlantic Ocean
Namor had just gotten to the border when he saw Byrrah and Krang there waiting for him, seeing them, the Atlanteans had been a bit surprised by that and as they did so, Namor raised his fists, ready for a fight and as they got ready to face off, Krang had bowed, “It is a pleasure to see you, Prince Namor.” he said, “Though there was a strange report that you were in The Drylands now.” he said.
Hearing that, the Atlantean sighed, “It is a long story.” he said and hearing that, the Prince went to follow after them so that they could head towards the palace, “The King will enjoy the story that you have to tell.” the fellow prince said and hearing that, the man got a little curious by that, wondering what was going to be happening now as he started to prepare for everything now.
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11/15/1945, The Royal Palace, Atlantis
Namor was presented towards the man that was his grandfather, looking towards him with confusion and a sense of… of unease, “You went to Submera, not here… why?” he asked, hearing that, the prince took a deep breath, “I learned of a medicine that was able to heal my scars, so I decided to utilize it before coming here.” he said, “A way for me to recover from my way here.” he explained.
That made the group look, “Or were you planning to get everything at the ready right now and as they started to look at him with some caution and some confusion before the man had started to ride up,”You were planning to form an army, you were planning to usurp me, aren’t you?!” Thakorr had asked and hearing that, the Prince shook his head quickly, “Grandfather–!”
“SILENCE!” He shouted towards him, “I will hear no more from you, you will leave here! You are unworthy after what my spies had learned!” He said, making him all the more confused, wondering what his spies learned, “You are to be exiled from the seas! You will live like a pinkling and you will die as a Pinkling!” he snarled towards him, “But Grandfather–!” he started.
That was when the man had backhanded him, Byrrah smiling while he was tunned, “You have until sunrise to leave.” Thakorr had said towards him and hearing that, the Prince gave a nod, understanding now before he rose up, “Long live, King Thakorr.” he said towards him before going to walk off now with a deep sadness as he hoped that he would be able to live there.
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11/16/1945, Namor’s Quarters, Atlantis
Namor was finishing packing up now and as he did so, the Atlantean started to take a deep breath before the door opened, “I’m leaving–” he started before seeing that it was Nammu there with a bag as well as Dorma, “So you’re Namor from the future?” she asked, making the man nod towards that right now, “Yes, in a couple of months–” “Then you’ll need help.” Dorma said.
That made them look towards each other now and as they did so, Nammu checked on her gill scarf, “Why do we only make them in pink? We should have more colors.” Nammu said, hating the color as the Prince looked towards the two of them, “You can’t be sure–” “Please, I left that double there, Dorma and the others will play dumb, and no one knows you exist, you just need to stay quiet.” she said.
Hearing that, Namor looked to Dorma, “Dorma…” “I have to make sure that the two of them don’t destroy Atlantis.” she said and hearing that, he smiled, going to kiss her forehead, “You are one of the fiercest women I have ever known.” he said, making Nammu give a look, “You and my mother are included.” he said and hearing that, she nodded, “Great, then we can get going…” she started.
“Where are we going?” Nammu asked and hearing that, Namor gave a thought, “In Blue Harbor, that should be where my friend lives.” he said and hearing that, Nammu nodded, “Then Blue Harbor we’re going!” The Atlantean said towards him now as they started to move out, getting ready to leave, “Wait!” Dorma said, making him turn and met with a chaste kiss, surprising him as he was dragged off now.
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11/16/1945, Blue Harbor, Maine
Namor had risen up to the surface, Nammu close behind as he had turned to Dorma's servant and one of his oldest friends, “You don't have to come with me, you could go home.” Namor told her, making Nammu scoff, “Yeah, if I wanted to stay in Atlantis under Byrrah's rule, I would have thrown a Squid at you like you did Beemer.” She had said, tying the gill scarf around her throat.
That had made Namor snort, knowing that Nammu wouldn't leave once her mind was made up, “Besides, someone has to make sure that you're alive to marry Dorma.” The Atlantean had said, making Namor raise an eyebrow to her, “And you don’t think Byrrah–?” “Would try and fail? Yes.” she had told him, “Besides, Seth and Dara are there to make sure she’s safe.” she said.
As they started to walk as usual, as he did so, Namor started to feel something, he felt like the old days, when they had found Sandy, “How is Sandy?” he asked, making Nammu chuckle, “Her and Beemer.” Nammu said and hearing that, the Atlantean whistled, “I thought that they hated each other?” he asked and hearing that, the woman laughed towards that.
“You’d be surprised what caring and tending for each other can do.” Nammu said, making sure that her gill scarf was on tightly right now and as she started to walk, there was a bit of surprise by that as they had went and started to walk, as they did so, Namor was stopped by someone, “You’re The Sub–Mariner!” one of them said and hearing that, Namor gave a look towards them.
“Can I get your autograph?” one of the two young boys had asked as he nodded, “Very well… if you can tell me where The Peterson Residence is.” Namor said and hearing that, the boys pointed towards a house that was close to the edge, making him smile, “Thank you.” he said towards the pair, taking the notebook and writing his autograph there and as he started to walk, Nammu following.
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11/16/1945, Peterson Residence, Blue Harbor
The two Atlanteans had been looking over the door there, seeming a bit nervous, at least Namor did, making Nammu take a breath as she went to knock on the door now, making the man look at her with some shock now and as they each gave a silent argument towards each other, both Atlanteans glaring towards each other before the door opened up, “Hello?” an older man said.
“Hello there, we’re looking for Randall Peterson?” Namor had asked, making the older man look at their strange outfits and at their pointed ears before he noticed Namor, “You’re the Sub–Mariner, correct? He asked, making Namor nod towards that, “That’s correct, I was wondering if I could speak to Randall.” he said and hearing that, the man looked at him, “Is this an Invader thing?” he asked.
Hearing that, the two shook their heads towards him now, “You’re just in time, Nay was born.” he said and hearing that, the two looked at each other, “Nay?” Namor asked as they started to enter now, “His daughter, she was just born.” he told them and hearing that, they were surprised that he had a wife and now a daughter was surprising, “nay, that doesn’t sound common.” Nammu said.
That made him look at her, “Who are you? His wife?” he asked, making Nammu make a face, “No, my lady, Dorma, will be his.” she said and hearing that, Namor scowled, “Why do you keep saying that?” he asked and hearing that, the woman gave a cheeky smile, “If anyone saw your dynamic, they’d think the same thing.” she told him as they had walked into the room and saw it.
Randall was there with a tired and happy woman, a doctor at their side while a crying baby was wrapped in a towel, screaming out her existence to the world now and as she did so, Randall smiled, “Namor.” he said towards him as the woman smiled back towards them all, “So this is our little girl’s namesake?” she asked and hearing that, Nammu gave a look towards him.
“You gave the name ‘Avenging Son’ to a little girl?” she asked and hearing that, the couple gave a laugh, “At least we have Nay as a nickname.” the woman said as Nammu had offered her hand towards the woman, “Nammu Sar Dorma, Namor’s watcher.” she said towards them now while Randall had laughed, “What’re you doing here, Namor?” he asked of him now.
That made the Prince take a breath, “I was exiled, The Warlord and Prince Byrrah had gotten into the mind of my grandfather, and now I’m to walk Man’s world as a man.” he said, making them look at Nammu, “Dorma wants me to make sure that he’s okay.” she explained and hearing that, the group had been a bit shocked by that, “So you came here…?” “Because I have nowhere else to go.” Namor said.
“I only knew of your home, nowhere else, and I wanted to ask… if you could stay here, with us?” Randall asked of him, making the group give looks at each other before the woman smiled, “Having someone tell me when he’s spewing bull would be great.” she said and hearing that, the Prince laughed while Nammu was confused, “What’s bull?” she asked of them now in confusion.
“I’ll explain later, I promise.” Namor said towards her as the group had relaxed a bit now, “Luckily, we have a couple of guest rooms.” The woman told them now, making them all the more confused by that statement right now as The Atlanteans had all looked towards each other with some curiosity right now before they had started to plan out the next day they would have.
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11/16/1945, The Trench, Atlantis
Dorma looked towards them now and took a deep breath, going and helping the people, as she did so, there was a sort of… a feeling that the Lemurian Alchemist was feeling right now, hating that he had been called upon by the Prince Byrrah to create that double of Nammu for her, “[And you do not wish for the double to kill her yet?]” he asked of the Prince as they watched.
“[Not until Namor is free, we can blame it on him in case Thakorr changes his mind.]” he explained and hearing that, the Alchemist hated the sound of that, but he nodded all the same, starting to think right now as the man looked at the information that was there before there was someone else that made the man turn to see that Tali was there before him.
“[The Prince wishes to use the double of my cousin to murder Dorma?]” she had asked and hearing that, the alchemist had nodded towards her, “[That is true, and there is no way to–]” “[Erase, but you are able to alter the spell that was utilized.]” she said and hearing that, he nodded towards her, “[Good, because I do not wish for her children to be orphaned.]” she said towards him.
Hearing that, the man saw that there were two toddlers that had been with her started to smile at everything that was there and as they went to float around her, Magni had started to play with some of the ingredients and such before the girl there had went and started to swim at the image of the scroll, “Mama?” she asked, making the woman nod towards her, “Exactly.” she told her.
That made Modi smile, looking towards the image before speaking again, “See mama?” she asked, making Talie smile, “One day.” Tali promised towards her now, “One day I’ll make sure that she is there for you.” the woman promised towards them, making the twins smile, excited towards the thought as they had both started to think on what they were going to do with their mother.
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11/17/1945, Blue Harbor, Maine
They had been walking with each other right about now and as they started to look towards everything, the Prince and the Atlantean looked at it all and they had been a bit confused, “Do you have something that will… match, with this?” she asked, making the group look at the dark blue scarf that she had dyed the color, “I can think of a few things.” The woman, Veronica Peterson, had said.
They had went into a store and as they did so, Randall looked at him, “What’s so important about that scarf?” he asked, making Namor sigh, “It’s a item that allows full–blooded Atlanteans to breathe on The Surface.” he said and hearing that, the man was confused, “Then how are you breathing without it?” he asked and hearing that, the Prince sighed, “Because I’m a mutt.” he told him.
That made the man surprised, “You mom was human?” he asked, “My FATHER was human, my mother is a princess of Atlantis.” he said and hearing that, Randall gave a whistle, “So why didn’t you look for him?” he asked, making Namor shake his head towards that, “I don’t even know where to look… my grandfather forbid any mention of him at all.” he explained, surprising Randall.
“All my mother told me was that he was captain of The Oracle.” he said and hearing that, he was surprised by that, “That’s something.” The man said, “When was it?” he asked and hearing that, Namor took a breath, “Around 1920.” he told them now and hearing that, the man nodded as the two women had walked out, Nammu smiling as she tugged at the pants, “I like these.” she said.
Namor and Randall nodded as she had it and a blouse on right now as the pair went to a store with clothing for men, “What are you comfortable with?” Randall asked as the women came in after them, “Something that is easy to take off.” he said, making Veronica wolf whistle, making Nammu decide on context that it was attractive so she did the same and that made Randall roll his eyes.
“Very well then, let us see what we can do.” he told the man and as they started to look over everything that was there and as they began to sort through everything that were there, they began to set up some clothes that might fit as they began to get to work on everything that the Prince would need for the first week at Blue Harbor at least as they started to select his outfit.
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11/17/1945, Peterson Residence, Blue Harbor
The four of them came back and as soon as they did so, Nammu had pulled out some thread and cloth, “So how do you sew again?” she asked, looking at the tools that were gathered, “How do you not know how to sew?” Veronica asked her, making Nammu shrug, “I was in charge of the protection of Lady Dorma and rearing the predators that make our home.” she explained.
Hearing that, the woman was surprised, “What were you thinking of making?” she asked and hearing that, the girl smiled, “A Giganto.” she told her, making the woman raise an eyebrow, “A whale with limbs.” she told them, wishing that she had a picture of them while Namor smirked, “Going to model it after Tiny?” he asked her, “Either him or Midnight.” she explained to him.
That made the two more confused as Nay looked at them and squealed in joy towards the four of them now as Veronica was taken from her grandfather to her mother, it wasn’t something any of them expected, but right now, with each other, they had all admitted that it was nice right now and whatever would be coming here, they would at least enjoy it for a little bit.