Post by nimrod on Dec 1, 2009 2:29:26 GMT -5
Mess Hall,
It was perhaps one of the lesser visited feeding shifts. Offering a variety of food for S.H.I.E.L.D. opperatives. Yet the big surprise was when things get so strange on a carrier for special agents. Right as they were in midst of eating and chatting about jobs done. A sudden flash in the center of the room made everyone stand. The flash was sparking into a large white form that slowly levitates before all. As it descended to the floor and stood at the menacing height of 10'. The tall monster seemed to look at the many men and women before calling out. "I Am Nimrod. Bring me your master. I must speak with them on behalf of this world and the Silver Surfer."
None of the people here were easily turned down from a fight. So, when it made demands some the folks pulled out weapons. Others their fists. Pitiful choices for the second they acted in such a manner, the Nimrod took this to defensive strategy. All the weapons were torn from hands by a magnetic field. Which it threw back with reversed magnetism (or just redirecting the pull) to in a way throw those once holding weapons to be smashed down, tossed back and generally LAID OUT!
Nimrod watched the others charging, screaming. This was when a field of energy encased the Nimrod and he simply flew into them. The energy shocked the foolish mortal humans while it passed into them. Then after long enough, it dropped the field to be fired upon. Nimrod turned to those using guns once more firing at his backside. To only raise a hand and cause the many bullets to stop, fall to the ground and continue till his attackers cease. The primitive attempt was not of importance. Nimrod looked down to a man and grabbed him, pulling him up to his full height.
Here, the Nimrod demanded, "Send for your leader! There is no time to waste. I have other orders!"
The man coughed up some blood. To have his ribs busted was one thing. Yet the monster was roughly squeezing his throat and head with its large hand. Pulling out a device he made a call, "Sage... we... have a problem... in the mess hall." He coughed, badly. "I think you better come see..."
After that Nimrod threw the man and stood levitating. He made his field of energy as people raised guns holding positions. The Nimrod stays in place as medical trained members work to protect the injured. This did not matter. They attacked him first. To the Nimrod. They were acceptable losses.
It was perhaps one of the lesser visited feeding shifts. Offering a variety of food for S.H.I.E.L.D. opperatives. Yet the big surprise was when things get so strange on a carrier for special agents. Right as they were in midst of eating and chatting about jobs done. A sudden flash in the center of the room made everyone stand. The flash was sparking into a large white form that slowly levitates before all. As it descended to the floor and stood at the menacing height of 10'. The tall monster seemed to look at the many men and women before calling out. "I Am Nimrod. Bring me your master. I must speak with them on behalf of this world and the Silver Surfer."
None of the people here were easily turned down from a fight. So, when it made demands some the folks pulled out weapons. Others their fists. Pitiful choices for the second they acted in such a manner, the Nimrod took this to defensive strategy. All the weapons were torn from hands by a magnetic field. Which it threw back with reversed magnetism (or just redirecting the pull) to in a way throw those once holding weapons to be smashed down, tossed back and generally LAID OUT!
Nimrod watched the others charging, screaming. This was when a field of energy encased the Nimrod and he simply flew into them. The energy shocked the foolish mortal humans while it passed into them. Then after long enough, it dropped the field to be fired upon. Nimrod turned to those using guns once more firing at his backside. To only raise a hand and cause the many bullets to stop, fall to the ground and continue till his attackers cease. The primitive attempt was not of importance. Nimrod looked down to a man and grabbed him, pulling him up to his full height.
Here, the Nimrod demanded, "Send for your leader! There is no time to waste. I have other orders!"
The man coughed up some blood. To have his ribs busted was one thing. Yet the monster was roughly squeezing his throat and head with its large hand. Pulling out a device he made a call, "Sage... we... have a problem... in the mess hall." He coughed, badly. "I think you better come see..."
After that Nimrod threw the man and stood levitating. He made his field of energy as people raised guns holding positions. The Nimrod stays in place as medical trained members work to protect the injured. This did not matter. They attacked him first. To the Nimrod. They were acceptable losses.