Post by Martyr on Oct 15, 2023 7:52:16 GMT -7
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[Earlier.]
For any individual Skrull, being called by the High Command, by the Empress, to serve the empire's needs was not something to be taken lightly. She had been ordered many years ago to infiltrate the Fantastic Four, disgusted as a close confidant. One thing let to another, and she fell in love, not with her intended target but with Johnny Storm, the Human Torch. So, began their tumultuous relationship. She was at times his ally and his enemy, depending on where their hearts happen to set.
At this moment, Lyja was fully aware of her husband's current adultery. She did not have the strength to confront him about it, not yet. She was currently disguised as a human working at a bookstore in Manhattan called "Second Star".
She was not Lyja the Lazerfist, no. She was Sara Sofer. Her hair wasn't green, no, it was curly and brown. Neither was her skin, not at all. Sara was dressed in layers to protect against the ever-inching encroachment of fall weather. She wore a tan blazer over a sweater the shade of pumpkin spice. While her ankle-high boots matched the whole ensemble, her jeans were just plain old jeans, faded and comfortable.
The little bell dinged as it was struck by the front door, the age-old call of a customer in a shop. A short, stocky man walked past a display of spooky stories and horror tales. He was dressed in that particular way that both blended in and also showed clearly that he was trying to hide in plain sight, like a fedora and trench coat might have been decades before. He wore a black hoodie as well as a baseball cat. His hands were tucked into cargo pants.
"Welcome to Second Star, how can I help you?", Sara called out with a sing-songy voice.
The customer spoke some words to her in a foreign language, and Sara flipped the store sign from OPEN to CLOSED a few minutes early.
"How did you know it was me?"
"We actively monitor the activities of every loose asset."
"Why now? Why are you here?"
"The Fantastic Four know our operations better than any other heroes, and you know the Fantastic Four better than anyone else. We cannot afford for them to interfere with what is coming. Your empress requires that you watch them closely once more."
"I'm not the most welcome person with them right now."
"Not as yourself. As another of their confidants. As Crystalia Amaquelin, the inhuman."
"What of her?"
"It's already taken care of. She is in our possession, all we need is you, the one who knows them the most. The one who has already gotten closest the one who has already been -- betrayed."
"I want to give him, I want to give them, a second chance. Surely our empress would allow me to try and bring them over, the real them, not Kl'rt. It could only help our cause."
"I'll see what I can do."
LYJA THE LASERFIST
IN
IN
THE CALLING
[Earlier.]
For any individual Skrull, being called by the High Command, by the Empress, to serve the empire's needs was not something to be taken lightly. She had been ordered many years ago to infiltrate the Fantastic Four, disgusted as a close confidant. One thing let to another, and she fell in love, not with her intended target but with Johnny Storm, the Human Torch. So, began their tumultuous relationship. She was at times his ally and his enemy, depending on where their hearts happen to set.
At this moment, Lyja was fully aware of her husband's current adultery. She did not have the strength to confront him about it, not yet. She was currently disguised as a human working at a bookstore in Manhattan called "Second Star".
She was not Lyja the Lazerfist, no. She was Sara Sofer. Her hair wasn't green, no, it was curly and brown. Neither was her skin, not at all. Sara was dressed in layers to protect against the ever-inching encroachment of fall weather. She wore a tan blazer over a sweater the shade of pumpkin spice. While her ankle-high boots matched the whole ensemble, her jeans were just plain old jeans, faded and comfortable.
The little bell dinged as it was struck by the front door, the age-old call of a customer in a shop. A short, stocky man walked past a display of spooky stories and horror tales. He was dressed in that particular way that both blended in and also showed clearly that he was trying to hide in plain sight, like a fedora and trench coat might have been decades before. He wore a black hoodie as well as a baseball cat. His hands were tucked into cargo pants.
"Welcome to Second Star, how can I help you?", Sara called out with a sing-songy voice.
The customer spoke some words to her in a foreign language, and Sara flipped the store sign from OPEN to CLOSED a few minutes early.
"How did you know it was me?"
"We actively monitor the activities of every loose asset."
"Why now? Why are you here?"
"The Fantastic Four know our operations better than any other heroes, and you know the Fantastic Four better than anyone else. We cannot afford for them to interfere with what is coming. Your empress requires that you watch them closely once more."
"I'm not the most welcome person with them right now."
"Not as yourself. As another of their confidants. As Crystalia Amaquelin, the inhuman."
"What of her?"
"It's already taken care of. She is in our possession, all we need is you, the one who knows them the most. The one who has already gotten closest the one who has already been -- betrayed."
"I want to give him, I want to give them, a second chance. Surely our empress would allow me to try and bring them over, the real them, not Kl'rt. It could only help our cause."
"I'll see what I can do."
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