I'm Here to Halp! A Juggernaut's Tale 03:
The chapter count needed to start a new Kitsu thread.
"Soooo… I wonder if that Sleeper guy is really as tough to beat as they say he is," Cain asked himself as he made his way through some sort of warped reality to kill the man inside.
Several buildings were chucked at him, turning into clouds of some sort as they approached that exploded into bubbles on contact with him. Bubbles that he was pretty sure were made of acid.
"Oh yeah, he didn't like that," he chuckled, making his way over to a strange being made of atomic sludge.
Punching his hand through the middle, he removed the core of the being, and crushed it in an instant. And the supernatural effects kinda just
popped, leaving absolutely pristine landscapes that were filled with nothing but smooth stone in place of what he had been fighting.
"Nice view we got here," Cain quietly mused. "It's too bad that I can't stick around. Gotta kill some Nazis next."
Making his way out of the crater that he was in, he almost wondered if they'd end up just filling that up with water and making a lake or something. Might be fun to go for a swim in it later if they did that honestly. The Great Lake of Moscow had a nice ring to it after all.
But hey, there would be time for that
later. He had some Nazis to kill.
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Max Anders was not one to follow the demands of others when there was no tangible benefit to himself. Thus, when Gesellschaft sent their troops in tinker-tech submarines to pick up his people, he made an excuse to stay behind.
Sure, they would certainly call him a coward, but he had watched the news. There would be no surviving such a thing.
Of course, his son had triggered in the process of being sent in his place, and went on a rampage in Brockton that drove them out before they could actually gather any more of the capes in his employ besides Krieg, so there was that neat little bonus as well. He was already using his son to make more materials with which they could use to fight back against the Juggernaut if he came, as his ability allowed him to become a Golem made from whatever he was touching.
Of course, high amounts of quality Cocaine would surely take down even such a beast. Hopefully his son wouldn't become addicted in the process, but if he did, it was of no-consequence.
Still, he struck a deal with Coil to have his pet
thinker go over the details of his camera feed from Germany, showing the brutal and violent deaths of the Nazi organization, for the crimes he claimed they committed against humanity. He was quite
adamant about them all needing to die, and thus, they did. Painfully.
As for how that happened, well… He'd rather not say.
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When Tattletale was asked by her boss to watch the live camera recordings from Europe, she wasn't expecting to watch a one sided beatdown of Gesellschaft versus a single armored brute. Unfortunately, the Cameras had both extremely high quality video, and crisp audio, so she was forced to listen to all of it.
Including the man's apparent
shopping list of targets he was planning to hit after killing all the Nazis like he was some sort of insane robot psychopath looking to prove something to this so called Cyttorak. Whatever that was.
After a while observing it, she realized more and more that it couldn't be a human, and that it was certainly a
monster that would kill anything strong enough, so that it could drink in the power from those it had killed. And then it would move on to the next thing, and the next, never stopping until it had consumed everything in the world.
Tattletale was horrified. "Brian! That
thing isn't going to stop," she told him with the utmost certainty. "It's going to come here
last, and then kill everyone here in the crossfire of its last battle. We need to be prepared to leave."
She looked at him with wide eyes, her mind filled with increasingly horrified scenarios. "It has a tracking power! That's how it knows where all the S-Class threats are, and it's coming here once it's done picking through the rest of America next!"
"And how are you so sure it won't simply track us down next?" he asked her with a raised eyebrow.
"Because we and some girl from Winslow are
literally the only things in this city
not on his immediate shitlist," she explained to him in the simplest terms he could understand. "We will have literally an hour before he decides to show up where we have to
go, and there is nothing that we can do to stop him from coming."
"Boss says you're just trying to use us to get away from him," the man said, his eyes hardening with a grunt.
"No, you absolute
moron, where did you even
get that idea!" she screeched at him. "If we don't leave the city, we will all die. I know this for a
fact—"
She heard the cocking of a gun, and went silent. He was seriously going to kill her?
"That's what I thought," Brian said, shaking his head. "Boss is the boss, and he has my little sister. I won't let you abandon her."
Tattletale cried. They were all going to die, and she knew it.
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The Ubermensch from the depths of their prisons were breaking out. The bastards they had sired being ripped apart piece by piece as every single last man, woman, and
child was crushed under the debris falling in their last underground stronghold.
Nothing could save them from the man, he came at them too fast, too strong, and he hit them where it hurt. Not a single Gesellschaft main member remained, not a single fellow comrade was left alive. And he was left all alone in the darkness with the corpses a bunch of
lesser people.
And then he saw it, a massive armored fist coming down from above and punching through his chest armor like it was wet paper. "Kehak!" The strongest material in the world, and yet it meant nothing.
He died slowly, the being watching as the life drained from his eyes, visibly having some sort of internal debate over what he was seeing in the end. And was it just him, or did he see an armored pair of angel and devil on the armored man's shoulders, fighting a man in green power armor?
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"
Riiiiight," Cain sighed to himself as he made his way out of the rubble to the next closest targets. "The Blasphemies should be around here somewhere if I'm correct."
Sure enough, a white-haired robot or android or something with a snarl mask appeared in front of him while he was sitting on a bench in France, and tried to murder him. Good thing he was able to kick her in half without much issue.
And then the other two teleported in, the snarl mask one appearing behind him in an instant to try stabbing him again! It was crazy, he had already destroyed that one.
So, he punched the two in front of them, and the third one made the other two come back again as it teleported away to get some distance. But he could track them all.
"Huh," he said as he caught up to one of them and grabbed it, tucking it under his arm. It couldn't go anywhere as long as he had it in his arm tightly, because if it tried to teleport, he'd just suck the energy out of the little bubble it made around itself automatically and the teleportation would stop.
He thought about it for a second even as he grabbed the other one. "So, the teleportation stops if I grab on to them, and they can't get away if I trap them against my body." He nodded to himself as he chased the last one. "And if I kill one or two, the last one makes the others come back in the end."
The Blasphemy he was chasing dove into the ocean, and he simply followed. After they came out the other side, he stepped on the last one's leg, and managed to trip it, before shoving his foot through it's chest while crushing the other two. "Let's see if that did the trick."
He waited, his tracking of them having turned off entirely for several minutes before he smiled behind his helmet. "Alright! Time for the next one!" he smiled and began to run back under the water with a jaunty step.
Who knows, maybe he'd find Leviathan while he was down there and give him a good beatdown. Would be kinda fun probably.
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"Please, don't kill my brother!" a poor South African woman cried as Moord Nag sauntered over to her with a grin.
"Kill him? I'm not
just going to kill
him," she cackled, "I'm going to kill
all of— gack!"
The terrible woman saw something off in the distance. It was the Juggernaut.
Several people triggered all at once as he rushed through, ready to kill her. But in the end it was the poor woman who managed it.
She tossed a rock at Moord Nag's leg as she tried to run, causing her to trip on a pile of sticks and impale herself through the neck on a guardsman's spear in her panic. Something that seemed to make the Juggernaut pause.
He turned to the girl and gave her a thumbs up. "My buddy Cyttorak says good job, and that once I leave the world to call on his name for a boon," the Juggernaut told her with a slight bowing nod.
"Th-thank you," she stuttered, and he walked off to his next target somewhere in the distance without another word.
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Ash. Dust. Radiation. That was all one could see for miles as the constant nuclear explosions of the man known as Ashbeast made his way through the land on autopilot, having been taken over entirely by his shard.
Constantly in search of places with the most potential for conflict and destruction, the shard piloted him directly into the path of the Juggernaut. And immediately regretted that decision.
Within moments of the [Designation :JUGGERNAUT:] coming into the killing field, it became apparent that nothing the Shard was doing would be able to do any direct damage. So it began ramping up the toxicity and radiation aspects of its power in an attempt to kill it before it could reach its [Designation :HOST:].
Of course, this worked about as well as one might expect on a being that both did not need to breathe, and could absorb energy. That is to say,
not at all.
So it ran straight into the epicenter and grabbed Ashbeast by the head, before bunching a fist through the man's skull.
[Connection to :HOST: lost. Proceed to shut down :CONFLICT-DRIV— ERROR!]
Through the reaches of time and space, a fist came and dragged the Shard through its tiny portal, crushing it in the process.
The last thoughts it had before it was destroyed were of the screams of the dying man it had consumed long ago.
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"We have come together today in this time of need to discuss what must be done about the being known only as the Juggernaut," Rebecca Costa-Brown claimed with a small frown on her face.
"He is so far known to have complete immunity to and absorption of energy based attacks, the ability to redirect kinetic energy, and both enhanced strength, durability, and speed," she moved onto the next slide. "He can fly, he can submerge himself under water for hours at a time without resurfacing, leaving his need to
breathe ambiguous at best, and can survive the equivalent of several thermal nuclear bombs to the face."
After a moment to let that sink in, she continued. "He also seems to become
stronger when in motion, especially when running at speeds of just over six hundred miles per hour, where he becomes able to simply
run across the ocean like it is solid ground, and break through containment zones as though they were a wet paper bag."
She breathed a deep sigh as the rest of the PRT directors looked to her in fear. "I'll be very blunt," she told them directly, "There is nothing we currently have that can so much as slow him down, let alone stop him in the end."
"How do you know it's a male?" Director Tagg asked with a growl, pointing his finger at her directly. "I say you know a
bit too much about this 'man' as you claim to be uninvolved in his appearance!" a few murmurs rose in the room, mostly directed at her for the time being.
Her eyebrow rose. "Legend has spoken with him already as he left Canberra," she told him with a measured amount of dryness in her voice. "The details of such are already in the briefing packages we are
all supposed to read before the meeting begins… Perhaps we should go over them now while we have the chance so that Director
Tagg can be brought up to speed?"
A few uncomfortable glances and even a muffled groan were heard throughout the room, but Director Armstrong sighed. "I'll go over it with him
after the meeting so we don't waste any more time, if you would continue with the briefing instead, please."
"Very well then," she claimed with a small nod, pulling up the first slide onto the screen.
"As you can see, this Juggernaut has been going around killing all the S-Class threats to Humanity, and even saving people that may otherwise come into harms way when he can," Rebecca told them with a few more slides, showing the kills he had already achieved.
"Is it true that Eidolon is preparing himself to fight against the Juggernaut?" one of the Directors asked with a smirk.
"Yes," Rebecca nodded. "Eidolon is preparing as many contingencies as he can in the off case that the Juggernaut is Mastered or otherwise becomes hostile to those who are not a threat to humanity."
"What do we do now then?" A director asked, looking as though he was at a bit of a loss.
"Well the latest precog reports claim that he is on a direct intercept course with the Eagleton Containment Zone…"
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