Sovereign Son

@catalina_liafador: @feral_nova: okay let me read Ferals long pm and then I will pop back.

@grimmwald:Well Sov is back, Arrow is on prolonged vacation.

To everyone else, will hit you all up at some point in the future, when I figure out where Sov fits in.

@feral_nova: @mercy_: Back, want to see what's going on. But not as Arrow, I think he is done.

@theengima: just want to hang out with you new guys and make great stories.

@mercy_: Yes

So what's going on and where do I join in

@shanana: knew it would be you or Feral that replied. ;)

I have not bee on here in years.

Finally, he was close enough to earth for the teleporters to send him to Stonehenge, the room hummed as he left behind the war he had help finish, he appeared in the middle of a new war zone, shadows weaving, people screaming, the sound of pain and fear around him, his suit was already giving him information. Mike had worn this suit when he had been a member of the Shadow Squad, a crimson helmet, with two antenna ears, light weight black armor covered his body, preventing damage. Mr had placed some other surprises in there, but he had his two trusted guns.

Teeth growled towards his former, the guns were firing slamming into the side of the beast that had Arthur in its sights, Mike Lockhart was gone, replaced by the mask, Sovereign Son was on the battle field, his mic sprung to life as he spoke into the secure channel, only five other people had access to the frequency, his wife, kids, Crazy 8 and his Mercy. ‘Sovereign is in the field’ is all he said, he knew his suit would be broadcasting his exact position to the team. The beast turned from Edward Windsor and began running towards him, it moved like a large cat stalking it’s prey and he used the knowledge, waiting for it to jump, he went low, sliding under it, at the same time he let the bullets do the speaking, several rounds slammed into the beast, but they just passed through. Instantly he got to his feet, placing himself between the beast and Windsor.

‘Get up’ he said without looking at the young hero, Edward had been trained by the best the United Kingdom had to offer, one of those people had been Mike, ‘Get up or I will shot you myself’ the beast roared forward, Mike screen flickered for a moment ‘Light Round selected’ a robotic voice said, his suit was wired to his mind, allowing him to make tactical discussions in an instant on the field, the guns replied and several rounds flashed out towards the beast, each one struck true and the beast moved back, baring it’s teeth. He did not give it ground and moved forward continuing to shoot, other shadows beast looked towards him, ‘EDWARD ARTHUR WINDSOR’ his voice was full of rage, ‘People are dying, we do not get the pleasure of being weak, we do not get the chance to be lay on the ground and hide in our own heads, take control of yourself and fight for those that cannot fight.

He turned and let the helmet show his face, ‘Get up and protect those who need to be protected or run away and hope I never find you.’ His eyes burning towards the British Hero, then the helmet closed and he was back in the fight. Speaking back into the secure channel ‘Crazy, I need my back watched, get your ass….’ Suddenly a black spike flew towards him and the line went dark, he was surrounded, he could never escape it, the death and killing and he began to wonder if death followed him or he went looking for it.

Ohhh there has been more posts

Pulling her close, he felt the tears roll from his face and onto her matted hair, he brushed away some of the dirt from her lifeless cheek and whispered ‘I am sorry’. He found his mind going back to his own two children at this age, the joy and innocence that surrounded them, the protection he swore to give them. Just as this child’s father had sworn to her, he imagined his eyes meeting hers at birth and the pride and utter awe she had placed in the man. The gun fire was coming closer to him, pulling himself from the mud and he moved towards the only other body nearby, he saw the drag marks in the dirt, he had tried with all his might to get to her, to her. He saw the dry tear marks and felt the dryness in his own throat as the father had tried to be there for her, for the father who had fought against everything to not let her die alone, to die without that embrace one last time.

Kneeling down he placed her into his arms, a good father, a strong father, who would have felt as if he had failed, “you did it’ he said to the dead man before touching her head ‘your dad has you now’. Slowly standing he felt it rising up within him, the pain turning to anger, he had seen so much war in his life, so much pain and struggle, he looked down at them one last time, ‘I am sorry, I should have stopped this, you were both so strong, so much love, I can see that you would have changed this world and shined so bright.’ Turning he began walking away from the burning village towards the sounds of battle.

No father should be made to watch their child die, made to fight to save her when he had no chance. Walking directly past all the troops under his command, they were silently waiting for their commands, but none were found, the rain and mud had pulled them down into the ground, tired and weak from the months of battle, they found themselves six miles from the command line, each push was pushed back, each attack was met with a fiercer attack, each move had resulted in the enemy targeting the local villagers and killing more innocence, this was their response, trying to break them up killing those that his meant were sworn to protect, he had watched them burn this world just to win.

Moving through the ranks till he was at the front, he continued to say nothing as he pulled himself onto the ladder and out of the trench, the men behind him began to scream, as bullets flew past him, slamming into the ground, but still he walked, tears dropping from his eyes, they watched in awe as he continued to move forward, the air of anger seemed to keep the bullets from making contact, he was closer now, much closer than they had ever been and that’s when it escaped his lips, the hollow scream of sadness, all the years of pain, death, and blood, pouring out covering the ground between him and them, the gun fire stopped, for a moment as he fell to his knees, the scream continuing as he looked up into the darkened sky, it mimicked what was inside now. His head snapped down, looking directly in front of him, where they all stood, his eyes darkened with tears ‘I will kill you all’ and in a blink, he vanished.

Before they knew what had happened he stood amongst them in their trench, his speed was only picked up by the sprays of blood that followed, the screams filled the gap between the lines, for three hours he killed them, his speed tearing at his own existence, he spared none of them, the trench was now just a mix of blood and fear, he moved forward towards the command center, they would all die, they would all know the pain that father felt when he reached for her, when his fingers were not long enough, when he was not strong enough, but he fought, he tried, he screamed, he begged them and they did nothing, they let her die in front of him. They would know what it would feel like to be so powerless, to face death in the face and not know what to do and they did, he tore into the room, blackness entered his mind, he did not want to be clinical, he did not want to have an exit he did not want to plan, he wanted to kill them and kill them he did, there was no description for what Sovereign Son had done, even heroes can break and he was no hero. Walking out he found a wall to sit next to, just to sit and not think, to sit and…..a ring brought his mind back into the world. Looking at the holo display it showed her name, he needed to be with her and the kids, to hold them, to just get away from this endless war he always found himself in.

Fighting back the tears and pain he answered ‘“Wats up babe?” several of his own men had moved behind him, they looked at him with shock in their eyes, “Hon, were needed”. Her face said it all and he knew in that moment that he would have to keep fighting, to never lay down his weapons, for they would always be needed, for something, he had to be strong, he had to try, to fight when he could not, he had to be like the father or what else was he “I’ll be there as soon as I can, location?” waiting for a reply ‘Stonehenge’.