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Posted by Reqieumthefallen on Jun 19th, 2012
It's back! Praise God, Man of Steel is finally back on track.
One Day Earlier
“Mr. Jordan, glad you could join us. This is my son, Robin,” Bruce Wayne said, greeting Jordan with a handshake.
Robin made a slight nod to Hal but seemed distant. The boy seemed odd, off in some way that Hal couldn't piece together.
He's barely over twenty and already looks pale as a corpse, Hal pondered to himself.
When the boy finally made eye contact, it was like diamonds cutting at Hal's soul. Something was definitely wrong with that kid.
“So, what's all this you've got set up?” Hal asked, gesturing to the room beyond the pane of glass. There were several knobs and controls on a panel beneath the glass. Behind the glass were several giant metal arms, lenses, and probes. It was like a Frankenstein microscope.
“Testing for that little parcel of yours. If you don't mind, I'll have a lab tech take it down to the examination area. We'll be able to observe all the experiment from here,” Bruce said.
“Oh I'd prefer to take it down myself. It's very small, don't want it getting lost, now do we?” Hal said, a tone involuntarily coming across his voice.
“Of course, Robin please taking Mr. Jordan down to the examination room. I have to go check something with Dr. Crane anyway,” Bruce said.
“Alright,” Robin responded, gesturing for Hal to follow him.
As they headed down the small stairway to the examination room, Hal asked, “Did he mean Dr. Jonathan Crane? The famous psychothera-”
“Yes,” Robin responded as the neared the table.
Hal waited a moment, a tinge of unwillingness to put the ring out on display. As his concerns mounted, he realized the ring began to glow through his suit.
He hastily took it out and placed it on the table. It stopped glowing the instant it left his hand. Still, Hal could only barely force himself to walk away, the ring almost calling to him.
“Mr. Jordan, we're ready to proceed. Please leave the testing chamber,” a woman said on the overhead speaker.
“I need to get to New York, will you drive me?” Clark asked Zod, as the stood outside on the dirt road.
Zod just looked and Clark for a minute, then grinned silently.
“Clark, we aren't going to walk or drive to New York City. We're gonna travel in style,” Zod said, stretching his arms quickly.
“What is 'traveling in style?'” Clark asked.
“You'll see...” Zod gestured for Clark to follow. “Just need to find a place high enough...”
One Day Earlier
“Alright, Dr. Isley, Dr. Allen, you may begin,” Bruce said from the control box.
“Pam, you hold the specimen up steady,” Dr. Allen said, as Dr. Isley activated the prongs.
Hal was at the edge of seat as the prongs gripped themselves around the ring, slowly raising it towards the nearest lense. Hal could almost feel the prongs himself, crushing in around his throat.
“Dr. Allen, I ask only as a precaution,” Bruce said, glancing at Hal's nervous face, “You're sure your new prototype will be able to identify the object's hazards?”
“Yes sir, Mr. Wayne. Now Pam, keep it steady, if this hits the wrong thing we'll have to reset the prototype,” Dr. Allen replied.
“Locking arms into place,” Pam replied, stepping back after locking the controls.
As the device began to hum, Hal noticed something.
“Bruce, where did your son go?” Hal asked, nearly standing up.
“I'm not sure...” the tone was genuine, as was the frustrated look in his eye.
“Alright, almost-” Dr. Allen began when suddenly two of the arms unlocked. There was a scraping noise so loud in Hal's ear that he screamed in pain. Before he knew it, the glass wall between them and the lab was broken. The ring, a giant chip missing from it, was in the palm of his hand.
“I knew this was a bad idea!” Hal yelled, grabbing the ring and putting it on.
“Keep away from me!” Hal yelled as Bruce began to walk closer. “Do you hear me?! Stay away!”
As guards began to enter the room, Hal turned to try and break past them. As soon as he thought of it, they were both shoved aside by a green light resonating from the ring.
Hal looked down at the ring and grinned.
“You knew, didn't you? You wanted the power for yourself!” Hal yelled, the energy seeming to encompass him now.
“What are you talking about? Hal! Calm down! You don't-” Bruce began, but was immediately smacked aside by another burst of energy.
“THIS IS MY RING NOW! And I'm done with this pathetic place!” Hal exclaimed, surging up through the ceiling like a rocket, tearing away all that blocked his path.
As Bruce stared up in dismay, he turned to the nearest guard. “Get me General Ross on the phone. It's time he repaid that favor...”
Afterword: It feels good to be back. I could use a dozen different puns here but instead I will get to the point, I have an event planned for all you readers. In the coming days I will be hosting a gathering of sorts, online, via Xfire and Steam. I will be setting up chatrooms on each service with the intent of live cinematic roleplaying, along with discussion, and a persistent Q&A, where you can ask pretty much all ye want about the stories and how they came to exist. Also, if numbers suffice (differing per-game), I can potentially host servers/playgroups for Team Fortress 2, Mass Effect 3, Dead Space 2, Star Wars: Battlefront 1-2, Halo: Combat Evolved, and Halo Trial. Once a date has been settled upon, a post will be made to notify all readers as soon in advance as possible.