Prelude to Cataclysm / Prelude to Decimation
"I really just don’t know what the hell is going on with the world anymore; hell I might as well just say the universe…it’s all going to sh!t" Maya’s words were not unwarranted; recent weeks saw an intergalactic war between foreign sides, and on a much smaller scale; a category 5 hurricane ravage the island of Cuba. The exact details of the war were unsure to her; for whatever reason her brother Leonel went to aid in the conflict—most likely fearful for the safety of Ninjan Queen, Madison Maynard, and their captive sister Catalina.
The hurricane, something she could usually handle herself; happened literally overnight. The weather forecast just a day before was sunny with clear skies, so in the matter of 24 hours a category five hurricane managed to form?
To make matters worse, in lieu of Catalina’s attack on Malaga; their mother, Spanish President Ziccarra Liafador rushed through passage of the "Matriarch Act". This unconstitutional act made it possible to arm the human citizens of Spain, and allowed for the relocation of all mutants/metas living in the southern portion of Spain to a "Mutant City".
She hadn’t seen much of her mother since her address to the nation—in truth no one had; not even her father who for lack of a better term was omnipotent. She understood the position her mother was in; but this…Matriarch Act could possibly side her family against one another.
"There’s just too much going on right now" she sighed once again taking to the Emerald City skies on a routine patrol. In the waning few months Maya’s modeling had taken a backseat to her duties as a hero—much to the chagrin of her sponsors.
Her brunette tendril-like locks blew wildly as she flew atop the resort city; she could feel the eyes of the people below watching as she elegantly floated pass them. She’d always seen herself as a human being-despite being forged by two powerful divine entities; today was different she was a Liafador the sister of the woman that destroyed an entire Spanish town. Today there was enough fear to suffocate her.
The 5’11 Liafador beauty landed, her lithe frame still concealed by her crimson cowl, she was met by a crowd of protesters; and for the fourth time this week she had to walk the sandy board walk listening to Anti-Liafador propaganda.
After the first time she’d become immune to it; these people weren’t saying anything about her family that she hadn’t heard before—except the Catalina sex-tape thing that was disturbingly new to her. "Well looks like you’ve all got things pretty much covered here" She prepared to fly back into the air, until her eyes focused on a homeless man standing about 20 feet from her current location.
He was tall, maybe 6’10; he had an ugly shotty beard with a head full of graying hair. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in weeks, but it’s what he said that initially halted her exit. "No more will I bare my back for you people!" his declaration was followed by a rather gross lougie.
"What’re…?"
Simultaneous explosions immediately snatched her attention, thick clouds of fire and ash bellowed from all over the city; people begin shouting a running in a panicked stupor. "Take cover!" she screamed, immediately taking to the skies to survey the area.
She felt it as soon as it happened; at the time she didn’t think anything of it, but now she realized how big it was. "The regions electrical grid just went off-line. Five planes each destined for different areas crashed. One of the planes fell completely out of the sky, she knew immediately these weren’t isolated incidents, but who was the culprit? The Society? Probably not her time spent with Zedora and Aphasic would’ve alerted her the moment one of them entered her proximinity.
Stretching the skies in an effort to aid in the tragedies she couldn’t help but wonder. "What the hell was going on with the world.
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