Previously, in don’t speak I come to make a bang.
In the area where the Ninjan Cardinal once stood, the body of a blonde woman lay; she had a string of raven shaded hair parting her golden locks, obviously a change from the previous woman. Above her body was a statue of what appeared to be The Black Cardinal.
It was over, in Ziccarra’s effort to unite the world under one Ideology, the spirit Black Cardinal consumed her; finally it was slayed by the bio Borg; returning Ziccarra back to her normal state. This was not without a consequence the Ninjan Queen was to remain powerless, (With the exception of Durability) and she would always bare the mark of the Cardinal.
A few days later.
“So they’re going to clone me…?” she asked, watching as the scientist began extracting DNA from the Cardinal Statue, the final resting place of Ziccarra powers. “I don’t get why you guys wouldn’t give me back MY powers?” she asked, with her hands folded; the legendary mask of Cortez fixed on the top of her crown.
“The Black Cardinal restored your powers to the level they were at BEFORE you started having children, you’re far too weak to receive them now…” Diaz smoking his Cuban. “What’s the purpose of this then? You guys don’t think I’m worth my weight in gold?” She retorted with her raven tainted eyebrow shooting skyward.
“Nononono Senora, we just want to see if we can create an indestructible warrior.” He said, placing his hand at the small of her back. “For you to be powerless it almost seems if you became more moody…” He said, blowing his smoke. “It’s my period…” she responded giving him a still look.
“Oh” he replied with a smile. “Who’s the warrior…? The whole thought of having her skills combined into another warrior, sort of made her uncomfortable; but the results interested her more. “Maybe I’ll get to train the bastard…” she said, taking a seat crossing her legs. “This will be a cross between yourself and Helena Toy” his latin twang sort of through Z off. “You mean Angeni? Sh!!!t…” she said, dragging her sentence.
Angeni was a god, not only that she was an amazon; she was born tough. Ziccarra’s Ninjan gene’s naturally made her strong and lust for battle. “You better hope this thing isn’t destructive…” she said, standing up to watch the cloning of the two genes. She placed her focus on the chamber, a little blonde hair girl lay dormant inside unaware of what was about to happen.
“I really hope you have a contingency plan for if this goes wrong…” she said, perching herself on top the railing. “Yes….you”
She let off an irritated scoff and placed her eyes back on the chamber; mustard like gas filled the chamber. Eye retching screams followed, both Z and Diaz watched from the rafters as the transformation slowly began to take place.
“I can….feel…her” Z whispered; “and it’s not good” The glass on the chamber imploded and released the Ninjan-Athenian hybrid. “Diaz…run…” she said, sliding the mask on her face. Leaping in the air; Z landed down in front of the beast, however she never got a chance to conjure an illusion, the beast held a vice grip around her neck.
Her face quickly turned a bluish purple; removing her Poison Barb dagger; she gently sliced the beast across the wrist; the painful poison set in instantly. This gave Z enough time to catch her breath; this beast was fast; it was strong, it heralded more raw power every time it took a hit.
“Ziccarra get out of there!” Diaz screamed the hybrid charged a photon energy blast and fired it directly at Z.
Dodging the initial blast; Z escaped certain death; but was then buried under a massif of debris. She was sure if she didn’t retain her Ninjan durability, she’d be dead. “What…the hell did you guys do…” she grunted whilst writhing in pain.
Shrimping her way out of the debris; she could tell she was the only person left a live; the beast was gone and now it was someone else’s problem.
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