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[Cafe] 121 – A small vacation Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-06-14 06:46:17 +0000 UTC[A/N: I've rewritten this chapter multiple times, still not a fan. I continuously kept hitting walls as I wrote this, sorry if its not up to par]
Amhrad has been alive for a long time—far longer than the average Space Marine. He has seen much war and loss. He has seen the best and worst of humanity, yet he never had the honor of seeing Holy Terra in his lifetime.
Yet…he was here. Long before the fall and rise of mankind. Long before the God Emperor took his rightful place. Long before everything he once knew.
As he walked along the streets of Metropolis with the Heretic, Amhrad looked upon the blue sky, the green-filled streets, and the remarkably clear air coming through his helmet's filters. A sense of Awe filled Amhrad's body as he looked upon the birthplace of humanity, yet, even in the brightness that was Holy Terra in its prime, Amhrad could see the cracks and shadows hidden from view.
"Have you noticed them?" Amhrad asked the Heretic.
"I have," Joshua answered in a stoic tone, seemingly unbothered by a potential ambush by the nearly two dozen men stalking the duo through the crowd.
"Method of engagement?" Amhrad asked with a tilt of his head while his hand tightened on the giant axe he was carrying around, drawing even more eyes while also making many keep their distance.
"For now? Stand by. Let's wait to see what they do," Joshua answered, his hand resting on the small Bible in his vest pocket, while his other rested right by the .45 on his side.
...
Meanwhile, in the SHIELD HQ, Director Fury, who was sitting in his office, was going through a stack of documents on his desk when his assistant, Maria Hill, knocked on the door and entered his office.
"Sir?" She spoke up.
"What is it, Agent Hill?" Director Fury asked rather plainly, as his eyes did not leave the stack of papers before him.
"Subject Graham and a new unified subject have left the anomaly," Hill informed the Director with a rather grimm expression.
"Another one?" Director Fury hissed, "Tell me everything we have on them, now."
"Standing at about 8 feet tall, this 'man' is wearing a strange kind of silver and blue metal armor covered in skull, eagle icons, and sword icons. This new subject is currently unknown and has been active for no longer than an hour. Already, we’ve spotted certain groups tailing the duo across Metropolis. What do we do, sir?” Agent Hill asked, concerned.
“Get me Agent Barton and assemble a few trustworthy squads to assist. I want them apprehended and in a cell before they even think of attacking those two. We’ve already seen what Graham can do, thanks to Romonov, but this new subject is unknown. We don’t know how strong they are or how they will react,” Director Fury ordered, watching Hill speed walk out of his office with her hand on her earpiece, issuing a series of orders.
Meanwhile, Fury got up from his desk and headed for the command room to check on the targets. He hoped they’d get them before they started something they couldn’t finish.
…
In another office, a man sat with a business suit, glasses orderning his face, and a slight smile that would send shivers down anyone's spine.
"Sir?" An intercom buzzed to life on his desk.
"Yes?" the man asked, the smile not leaving his face.
"Two of the targets you wanted our teams to focus on are on the move, orders, sir?" The woman asked.
"Which targets?" He asked, curious.
"Target: Holy Man and a new unidentified specimen," She answered, straight to the point.
"Oh?" the man asked, with a bit of intrigue. "Have them move in if they spot a chance. I want 'Holy Man' and the new specimen in my facility as soon as possible," the man finally ordered, leaning back into his chair.
"Yes, sir. Hail Hydra!" The woman's voice spoke with a seemingly fanatical belief.
"Hail Hydra," the man, one Daniel Whitehall, a prominent leader of Hydra, and a scientist, returned as the smile on his face grew larger.
...
Meanwhile, in the Central Mall of Metropolis, the two were standing before the rather giant statue of the city's local superhero and mascot, Superman.
"What is he?" Amhrad asked, helmet locked on the chiseled statue.
"He's an Alien, Zerref called him a Kryptonian," Joshua answered Amhrad's question.
"A Xenos? And these...people, worship him? Like a God? Heresy," Amhrad's voice thundered.
"Not worship," Joshua shot him down before explaining further, "Superman, as the people have taken to calling him, has supposedly been active for nearly a decade, and has protected the Earth from all sorts of aliens and things called...'Villains' whatever those are," Joshua informed the pious angel of death.
Amhrad merely stood in silence, continuing to stare at the statue—that is, until the flap of a cape sounded out above the duo.
Looking up, the two were met with the visage of the world's most renowned superhero and resident alien, Superman.
"You give me too much credit. There are a great many amazing men and women who call this planet home, too, and they've done far more than I have," Superman said, a smile plastered on his face.
Amhrad's fist clenched even tighter on his axe, clearly holding back from attacking the Xenos before him, something Superman clearly noticed if his frown was any indicator.
Raising his hands placatingly, he floated to the ground, ignoring the countless flashes and the increasingly growing crowd around the trio and trying to appear as disarmingly as possible.
"Sorry if I made you feel threatened. I can promise that I mean you no harm and am not a threat," Superman said, trying to calm Amhrad down, to no effect.
Comments
Wyatt MacMillan
I think it was a good chapter.
Draco Rivendare
oh boy superman and Amhrad aint gonna get along... maybe if clark mentions he was raised by humans and mostly identifies as human it might make him more willing to accept him xD
