A Different Breed
9/9/1947, Peterson Residence, Blue harbor
The Atlanteans had been enjoying themselves right now before saw that there was when Namor had seen the mail, curious, he had taken it and saw that there was a card there addressed to him, he went and opened it, seeing that there was a familiar helmet emblazoned onto the card now which made him pause now, shocked at the sight of that Lemurian Death Cult item there, “Namor, what’s–?”
She saw the image as well and glared towards the sight, looking and seeing that image, she scowled towards him, “What The Hell?! I thought you broke that in The War?” she asked, making the man shake his head, “I have no idea, I thought that I did!” he said before seeing that there was a name on the other side, “Wyatt Crowley.” Was written there and the sight made man scowl.
“I know what this is.” he said towards her before looking towards them, “We’ve gotta go to The Mississippi River, there’s someone that we need to see.” Namor said in annoyance towards the man and that made Randal worried, “What’s going on?” he asked of the two, “A man from my past is trying to bring back a nightmare.” The Atlean had warned as they started to think on what they were gonna do about this.
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9/10/147, Crowley Residence, Mississippi River
Namor was not surprised a the fact that the asshole known as Wyatt Crowley had chosen to live in, “Why are we here again?” Nammu asked, the two of them holding the card which allowed them to see the place as they walked in and saw that there was a pair of men that looked like they were born from some sort of mud monster and an ugly as hell human, “You de ‘lantean?” one asked.
Namor nodded as both of them showed the item in question, causing the pair to nod towards the man now as they had opened up the door now, inside looking like it was a lot larger on the inside than it should be as the dup had walked in and see that there was a large Victorian Style Manor inside now, seeing this, Nammu had whistles as she let go of the card, this is incredible.” she told him.
“Ye, is liddle girl.” a voice said, making Nammu scowl and turn to the unhuman form of Wyatt Crowley, son of a Witch and ‘something else’, he looked towards them with a raised eyebrow, “De invitation was for YOU, Namor.” the man had said towards him, making The Atlantean nod towards that, “I needed a expert on the Kraken Helmet.” he told the man now.
Hearing that, Crowley sighed before speaking, “Mikel Bauer, is why I called you.” he explained to him as more of the… men, had walked around right now, “Who’s Mikel Bauer?” Nammu had asked, “And why is he involved with an Eldritch Artifact?” she asked, making Crowley look towards her, “How do you know that it’s Eldritch?” he asked of her, “Explain how Mikel Bauer got the helmet.” Namor demanded.
Hearing that, Wyatt had sighed before speaking, “Mikel had escaped via Operation Paperclip, but there was an issue.” the man explained, “Somehow he had acquired the destroyed pieces of the helmet as well as Atlanteans.” he told the two of them, “I had kept an eye on him, but then he started to speak to a man known as Saul.” Wyatt continued, one of the men offering a photo to them.
Looking it over, the pair saw how it was an old man that was talking to the German with a half melted face, “My Familiars los’ him, no idea where he gone now.” Wyatt explained towards him and Nammu who had disliked that, “Any idea where the bastard is?” he asked of Wyatt who nodded, “My boy, Marty, he’s at his last known spot, but tell me why she’s here.” The Magician asked.
“My grandmother was the last one to use that helmet.” She explained to them, “She lost it in Germany when some Sharka had tried to kill her and let me just say… the stories that she told me, about it and the cult that owned it? They gave me more nightmares than the war.” She explained to the man which made them a bit more curious on what it was that they were going to face off against now.
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9/10/1947, Tomorrow Lab Beta, Aberdeen Lake
Mikel Bauer had been working on the helmet, one of the Atlanteans that he had acquired was working with the corpses when he noticed that Dr. Chambers, the man in charge of Lab Beta, had walked over to him, “How are the Cyber–Sapiens?” he asked of Bauer who sighed, “They bodies need to be fresher, and I need new ways to control The Kraken.” he explained to Chambers who approached.
“If you would allow me to dissect one of The Atlanteans, I would be happy to integrate our technology to their biology, maybe utilize a frequency control.” Jefferson continued to say now which made Bauer curious, “What kind of control is that?” he asked, making him grin, “A high pitch that will make them… compliant, towards whatever orders we have.” he said now.
That made Bauer and Chambers grin towards that now as the two of them had looked at the current Kraken, it was table to an extent now, but to create a more stable one would be useful for them, but a more controllable one would be much more useful for them, “Very well, let me–” he started to say when one of the assistants had approached from the lab, “Sir, there is a Mr. McKenzie here for you.” he said.
That made Mikel and Chambers look towards each other now before the older man sighed, “It appears that we’ve lost the use of The Kraken.” he said before going and pressing a few dials, “We’ll have to fake your death, Dr. Bauer, after all, there are plenty of paths to our goal.” Chambers had continued to say as they saw that The Kraken was screaming in pain, causing the two leave.
“Uh… sirs?” he asked as Bauer went ahead and stabbed him in the neck, making him scream in pain now, causing the body writhe and change before it had shown how the man was looking identity to Mikel now which made the two of them smile at the sight, at least until they went and made sure that he had committed suicide now, “Send the warning to the others, leave the grunts to their fate.”
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The two of them had walked to the lab, looking to see that there was the soldiers trying to keep them from the lab in question when they had seen that there was something which was causing a few loud explosions now, seeing that, the two of them had went to barge into the area now with no effort as they headed to get what was most likely the helmet as they heard an inhuman screech.
“Imperius Rex!” Namor had shouted in rage now as he flown towards it, seeing that there was an Atlantean with The Helmet on, they had a… was that a straitjacket? Whatever it was, it gave little to no idea what they were and what was going on as corpses had started to rise up, “What was once dead may walk again.” The Atlantean had said in a voice that did not belong here.
Corpses that had been made up of rotting flesh and machinery had started to move towards them now and that made the pair look at each other as Nammu went and grabbed at an ax that had been there and started to swing it with expertise while Namor had rushed The Kraken, the Atlantean grabbing at his wrists and then going to headbutt the Prince now who was feeling something every time they did so.
There was some sort of… monster, that had looked back at him, it reminded The Atlantean of The past, of when he had fallen into that place of absolute darkness, of the monsters that were there, and it made him glare in rage as he had pulled out a fist and then punched the being in their face, cracking and breaking the mask which made Namor see that there was a face.
It was a young teenager who had snarled, roaring out in rage towards him as the young girl had screamed, making the corpses turn towards him now while the girl had claws and thrashed towards him now, some of the corpses grabbing at his legs and his wings now while she had moved her head to have some of the tendrils attack his eye, making him snarl while Nammu had worked to tear into the corpses.
She was breaking the barons or making sure that they couldn’t move enough for Namor to focus, tearing the helmet off, but it seemed to not want to as the tendrils in question had started to dig into her flesh, some sort of glow starting to act as a sort of tether as he used his full force right now to finally get the helmet off, but the corpses that were still able to had started to go into a frenzy.
They went ahead and began to claw him, some of them stabbing and electrocuting the Atlantean, but he was not going to allow any of them to get hurt anymore as he wen and gave a roar of anger, tearing the the mask finally off, “Toss it here!” Nammu shouted as the girl started to calm down and the undead had begun to fall down, most of them dead now while a few others looked confused.
With the action done, he looked at the Atlantean who was now unconscious in his arms, there was a glow in her veins like the tether he had seen, but instead of being worried, he safely put her own, “I’m going to check to see if there are any more victims!” he shouted towards her now, going to scope through everything and hoping that they could save a few more of their people here.
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9/11/1947, Peterson Residence, Blue Harbor
They weren’t able to find any of the others, but they were at least able to save the girl, Crowley didn’t seem to care and the lab had seemed to have nothing but corpses there, so the two of them brought the girl with them to The Peterson Residence, looking over as her jaw shook like she was cold, creating a chattering that made them think of a skeleton or a undead monster.
“And they put that helmet on a little girl?” Randall had asked in anger with Veronica angry as well, Nay was just confused while the girl had seemed to stop her chattering and instead was starting to wake up now, she still looked so pale, but it seemed that there were no issues with dehydration which was relieving while she had seemed to be off right now, “[Where am I?]” she asked.
That made Veronica and Randal look towards them, “It’s Lemurian, the dialect sounds like it’s from Maluhia.” Nammu said as she spoke, “[You’re here in Blue Harbor, a coastal Pinkling village.]” she explained and hearing that, the girl looked at Namor and the humans before bowing her head, “[I am Samoh of The Namaka People.]” she said as they noticed something, “She’s not gasping.” Randal said.
She looked at them in confusion while Namor had seen that there were shards of metal like from the mask in her head, “[Sam, do you know Kailani?]” Namor asked and hearing that, the girl nodded, “[Kailani is strong! Kailani should be queen!]” the girl said, making the group look as Namor took a breath, “[And we will be happy to contact her for you.]” The Prince said and hearing that, she grinned.
“[Yes! Yes I would really love that!]” the girl said and as she did so, some sort of ghost had started to grow around her now, making them get a bit worried and surprised by that sight now as she had grinned wider towards them now, at least until she saw it as well and was shocked, none of them had any idea what this was, but they did know was that this was something that Crowley needed to explain to them
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9/12/147, Crowley Residence, Mississippi River
Namor had crashed into the window now, snarling as he looked towards the monstrous man, “What did that helmet do to Samoh?!” he snarled towards him now, making Crowley confused, “Who?” he asked of him, making Namor snarl, “The thirteen year old girl Chambers had attached the helmet to,”he snarled, “Something happened to her, she got excited and some sort of phantasm had appeared.”
That made Crowley pause, “Were any fragments of the helmet lodged in her body?” he asked of Namor, “Yes! But it makes no sense, I had a shard in me and nothing happened!” he snapped now, making Crowley even more curious as he went and examined the shard, “May ah see the liddle one?” he asked of Namor who glared, “I won’t trust ANY Atlantean in any of your groups hands.” he snapped.
Crowley had raised his hands in surrender, “Fair ‘nough, just wanted to seem polite.” he said as his eyes had turned pale white with no iris or pupil, “My liddle spy followed the girl, an’ ah’m fairly certain sh’s like you.” Wyatt said towards him, confusing Namor, “She’s obviously an Altantean–” “Not that, a Stranger.” Wyatt told him now as he went to walk towards a bookcase.
Hearing that, Namor wondered what that was, “A Stranger, or Changeling, is someone born with an unusual gift.” Crowley continued, “They could have eyes like fire, able to walk on air, hell there’s even one pinkling with spike like claws that’s ovah a hundred and fifteen years old now.” he said which made Namor give him a look, “Usually solar radiation or trauma does it, but there are exceptions…”
He pulled out a few more and showed an image of Grigory Rasputin, “Magic can sometimes change the blood, make them into a Witchbreed, a magic based Stranger.” Namor looked towards him now, confused, “So you’re saying that I’m some sort of freak of nature? That I’m a monster made by my own genetics?” he asked, getting upset by the statement which Crowley noticed.
“Sorry, but it’s the truth… though there are a few who research dem.” he said towards him now as he pulled out two numbers, “One fought for the Germans during the War, the other… he’s young, but I can find his number for you.” he said now and hearing that, Namor scowled, disliking it, but there was possible answers that he could get, “Thank you, but I will find them on my own.” he said before leaving the man to his plots.
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9/15/1947, The Royal Palace, Atlantis
Dorma had been in the Royal Library, looking over anything that she could find about the Stranger disease that Namor had, she looked up the other names for it, thinking that there must be something that made The Atlantean get worried before the woman saw that there was a ring of symbols twelve, looking them over, she smiled at the sight as this was a lead now.
"The Changelings seem to be lead by a group of twelve immortals, each of them exists representing a ideology, they can only be slain by one of their own, Changelings seem to have no common culture or language, but they always seem to gather together to protect each other or fight against each other, but there is always a opposing force that wishes to exterminate them.”
That made Dorma worried, how could people that were affected with anger so easily for this… they should have been loved, made heroes, but here they were turned into victims from fear and hate, seeing this, Dorma had went to take the book now, thinking that it would be best if this was hidden from eyes such as Byrrah’s and Krang’s in case they had similar ideas as the people who hunted The Strangers.
Taking it and making sure that the item was hidden in her bag, she started to move before seeing that there was a sight, there was another that made the woman go to grab it, showing a blonde woman with a sword there, seeing that, she had gotten a few idea in mind as she saw how there was a few passages that had been from what looked to be a couple of messages there.
Smiling at the sight of it, she almost didn’t notice that there was one of the servants loyal to Byrrah who saw the books and then went to swim off, as she did so, Dorma had started to move now, heading over to the one place that she trusted that would be safe to hide these as the lady of Atlantis began to move towards the small crevice that the people she cared about would be.
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9/15/1947, Tali’s Home, The Atlantean Crevice
Dorma had entered and looked to see Tali with the members that weren’t a part of any Nationalist Lemurian Parties and instead just wanted to live, Jaoc being excluded thankfully as the twins saw her, “Dorma!” They had shouted towards her, Magni already starting to grow muscles for a child his age while Modi had seemed to develop claws and little fangs now which made her smile.
“What brings you to our little abode?” Tali had asked of her, making the group look towards her, “I had wanted to know if you’d be so kind as to hold this for me? Just until I make sure that the nobles of Atlantis can’t use it against Namor.” she said now and hearing that, the woman looked at the books and then smiled towards her, “Does it need to be burned or…?” “Just hidden.” Dorma explained.
Hearing that, the twins had looked and opened them now, observing the items with interest now with smiles now as they started to read them over now, “Be careful with it, understood?” she asked with a smile, making the the three of them nod as Modi had seemed to love the image of the blonde with the sword, making her wonder if they had a little warrior in the making now.
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9/15/1947, Manhattan, NYC
The Atlanteans had gotten the child to kailani who was happy to take care of her, now they were enjoying themselves in Manhattan at the moment when they started to walk around towards everything that was there right now when he looked at the information, “Dr. Nathaniel Essex should be in the nearby apartment building.” he said to Randal and Nammu as they walked to the building.
Going and walking into it, The Prince saw the image that had Nathaniel Essex on it, making them see the similarities to Nosferatu, the man that had created a variety of monsters during the war, that burning clone of himself and that made him a bit worried right now as the Atlantean had looked to see that there was an assistant there who had seemed to be a bit surprised at the sight of them.
“Hello there, may I help you?” the woman had asked, making the group look towards each other before Randal spoke up, “Yes, we’re here for Doctor Nathaniel Essex.” he said now and hearing that, the woman gave a smile towards the group now as the woman smiled a bit wider towards them, “Ah! Then I will be happy to contact him for you!” the woman said now.
She started to work and began to hear the sound of a hissing now and that made the three look at her as she stood up to reveal that she was MUCH taller than they thought, her neck extending like a snake as she smiled towards them, “The Doctor will enjoy dissssecting you.” she said as her prey, about to leap forward and eat them when there was a crack of a gunshot.
Namor, barely awake with the others, saw that John Greycrow was there, having killed the woman with a headshot, “Greedy bitch, hopefully you’re better behaved when he brings you back.” he muttered before looking at them, “Well, we needed some new Atlantean DNA anyways.” he said, that being the last thing the Prince heard before he had faded into the black now.
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9/29/1947, Havana, Cuba
All three of them snapped awake, gasping for air as they looked around now, spooked as the trio saw that they were in floral prints and there were alcoholic drinks that were strewn across the room, making the three confused, “Where the Hell are we?” he asked when they started to hear Spanish, “Hopefully, still in The Americas.” Namor said as he went to look out now.
He observed everything there before the man saw that there were posters and familiar flags, “I think we’re in Cuba.” he told them which made Nammu look at everything else, “It looks like we don’t have any money or passports.” she muttered, disliking the sight right now as she went and got up, “I’ll call Dorma, see if we can get a way to escape now.” she told them.
They started to get out now and as soon as they started to walk out, looking around at everything before they noticed how there was people that were around right now as the Atlanteans start to look at everything that was there before Namor took some sunglasses he found in the breast pocket and put them on, “So then, where should we go first?” the Prince asked as they started on the move now.