Post by t00bz on Jul 26, 2016 20:17:42 GMT
I thought it would be interesting to see how superhumans are seen in a completely different part of the world, and how other nations aside from Heartania might deal with people who inevitably create new threats and possibilities. Thus, I've decided to reintroduce Typhoon on his return home, where he finds himself in charge of a military group devoted to protecting the people from the problems that might be caused as a result of these changes. I don't know how big this side project of mine will be, but I'll just run with my ideas when I come up with them and see where it takes Typhoon and his new group.
I hope you enjoy what you read, and any responses or criticisms are always welcome!
I hope you enjoy what you read, and any responses or criticisms are always welcome!
{The Sentinel Company: Prologue} Hong Kong, September, 2063
He probably should have guessed the deal was too good to be true, because it had been. But a chance at finally returning home was a bet too high to not take advantage of. Danny Wu levelled the gun at the man in the suit sitting across from him, keeping the man he had in a headlock between them. He was a middle aged caucasian man, his hair was a dark gray, and he had the slight scruff of a beard. His English was good, and while the former spy had tried figuring out where the man might be from, there was no notable accent that could come to mind. The car they were in slowed down slightly, but the older man in the suit nodded at the driver, and the car sped back up. Typhoon then felt the weight of his own gun, it was loaded. He pointed it back at the man across from him while tightening his arm around the neck of the bodyguard he had disarmed, "Explain yourself. Quickly. I was told that I was allowed back in Hong Kong."
The older man smirked and opened his hands, showing that he was unarmed, "Nobody could just magically give you permission to come back. You of all people should know that any government keeps a check on its enemies. And if somebody walks out of line like you did...well, they tend to end up imprisoned or dead, depends on who you've pissed off." He paused, looking at Daniel. The former spy showed no emotion, the gun still levelled at the older man's face, so he continued, "But you survived. You're one of the best government agents anybody could have. Hell, I thought the ambassador from Hong Kong was lying when he recommended you, but the more I read your record, I only became more impressed. I'm part of a larger group overseeing a military project - The Sentinel Company. What do you know of it? From your operation records, I know you gathered some information on it a while ago."
Typhoon blinked. He recognized the name, and thought in silence for a moment. He kept the pistol trained on the man, "It was a Chinese military project. A task force to deal with superpowered criminals and...whatever the hell else with special powers might try killing civilians on their own soil. But it was cancelled after a few months. Didn't seem important."
The man gave the hint of a smile, "Correct, they were never able to find the right people for the job. It never really got off the ground. But then the Chinese brought the framework to PAASC, the Pan Asian-Australian Security Conference. All the countries in the world are facing a variety of security issues with superpowers. Heartania created the Tower to fight all threats with superheroes. The US has some issues with a strange secret society, or so some leaks have said. But PAASC has decided we need to go bigger. We need a force that can travel throughout Asia, the Pacific islands, and Australia, to deal with these problems. Weed out crime by destroying the roots."
The man looked at Typhoon before continuing, gauging any reaction, of which Typhoon gave none,"So we expanded and modified the Sentinel Company to deal with these problems. But it still needs a leader to oversee and coordinate an elite group of soldiers and spies. People like me - we only order people around and argue. You, on the other hand, will have been in your operatives' shoes. You know their limits in their roles, and with your skills, I think you'll figure out their personal limits quickly as well. Your region's representative convinced many, and your record even more."
Daniel lowered his gun, just a little bit though, "And what if I don't do this?"
The man had filled up a glass of water. He lowered it and put it in a cupholder by the limo door, "The Chinese government wanted you kicked out of Hong Kong immediately. We managed to convince them to a less severe ultimatum. You take this opportunity, save countless lives, and do what you have proven you are good at. Your other option is going home and leaving this all behind, but putting those innocent lives in the hands of another person, who is probably less capable."
They were getting close to Kowloon now. Closer to Daniel's home. He lowered the gun and let the bodyguard go, the bodyguard took a large gulp of air and stumbled up to the passanger seat next to the driver, trying to regain all his senses. Typhoon looked out the window for a moment, maybe a few minutes. Thinking.
Then he gave just a slight nod.
The former spy finally turned back to the man as the car pulled onto the street of his family's home, "Who are you exactly?"
The man seemed ready for that question, and his answer came out quick.
"Information like that can be dangerous for everybody involved in our businesses, as you know. You may call me the Councillor. If you wish."
The limo pulled to a stop, and Danny instantly recognized his home through the windows. The lights inside were on, and the former spy felt the air simmering with excitement, or maybe those were just his own feelings. He had gotten in touch with his family over the phone, but it still had been ages since he had last seen them. The driver went out to get Danny's luggage and the Consul nodded at Typhoon as he went to retrieve his bags, "We'll be in touch in a couple weeks Sergeant Wu. Go meet with your family first though. And welcome home."
Wu Zhishen picked up his various bags - three in total, and brought them over to the entrance of his home. He set one on the ground, took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door.
He probably should have guessed the deal was too good to be true, because it had been. But a chance at finally returning home was a bet too high to not take advantage of. Danny Wu levelled the gun at the man in the suit sitting across from him, keeping the man he had in a headlock between them. He was a middle aged caucasian man, his hair was a dark gray, and he had the slight scruff of a beard. His English was good, and while the former spy had tried figuring out where the man might be from, there was no notable accent that could come to mind. The car they were in slowed down slightly, but the older man in the suit nodded at the driver, and the car sped back up. Typhoon then felt the weight of his own gun, it was loaded. He pointed it back at the man across from him while tightening his arm around the neck of the bodyguard he had disarmed, "Explain yourself. Quickly. I was told that I was allowed back in Hong Kong."
The older man smirked and opened his hands, showing that he was unarmed, "Nobody could just magically give you permission to come back. You of all people should know that any government keeps a check on its enemies. And if somebody walks out of line like you did...well, they tend to end up imprisoned or dead, depends on who you've pissed off." He paused, looking at Daniel. The former spy showed no emotion, the gun still levelled at the older man's face, so he continued, "But you survived. You're one of the best government agents anybody could have. Hell, I thought the ambassador from Hong Kong was lying when he recommended you, but the more I read your record, I only became more impressed. I'm part of a larger group overseeing a military project - The Sentinel Company. What do you know of it? From your operation records, I know you gathered some information on it a while ago."
Typhoon blinked. He recognized the name, and thought in silence for a moment. He kept the pistol trained on the man, "It was a Chinese military project. A task force to deal with superpowered criminals and...whatever the hell else with special powers might try killing civilians on their own soil. But it was cancelled after a few months. Didn't seem important."
The man gave the hint of a smile, "Correct, they were never able to find the right people for the job. It never really got off the ground. But then the Chinese brought the framework to PAASC, the Pan Asian-Australian Security Conference. All the countries in the world are facing a variety of security issues with superpowers. Heartania created the Tower to fight all threats with superheroes. The US has some issues with a strange secret society, or so some leaks have said. But PAASC has decided we need to go bigger. We need a force that can travel throughout Asia, the Pacific islands, and Australia, to deal with these problems. Weed out crime by destroying the roots."
The man looked at Typhoon before continuing, gauging any reaction, of which Typhoon gave none,"So we expanded and modified the Sentinel Company to deal with these problems. But it still needs a leader to oversee and coordinate an elite group of soldiers and spies. People like me - we only order people around and argue. You, on the other hand, will have been in your operatives' shoes. You know their limits in their roles, and with your skills, I think you'll figure out their personal limits quickly as well. Your region's representative convinced many, and your record even more."
Daniel lowered his gun, just a little bit though, "And what if I don't do this?"
The man had filled up a glass of water. He lowered it and put it in a cupholder by the limo door, "The Chinese government wanted you kicked out of Hong Kong immediately. We managed to convince them to a less severe ultimatum. You take this opportunity, save countless lives, and do what you have proven you are good at. Your other option is going home and leaving this all behind, but putting those innocent lives in the hands of another person, who is probably less capable."
They were getting close to Kowloon now. Closer to Daniel's home. He lowered the gun and let the bodyguard go, the bodyguard took a large gulp of air and stumbled up to the passanger seat next to the driver, trying to regain all his senses. Typhoon looked out the window for a moment, maybe a few minutes. Thinking.
Then he gave just a slight nod.
The former spy finally turned back to the man as the car pulled onto the street of his family's home, "Who are you exactly?"
The man seemed ready for that question, and his answer came out quick.
"Information like that can be dangerous for everybody involved in our businesses, as you know. You may call me the Councillor. If you wish."
The limo pulled to a stop, and Danny instantly recognized his home through the windows. The lights inside were on, and the former spy felt the air simmering with excitement, or maybe those were just his own feelings. He had gotten in touch with his family over the phone, but it still had been ages since he had last seen them. The driver went out to get Danny's luggage and the Consul nodded at Typhoon as he went to retrieve his bags, "We'll be in touch in a couple weeks Sergeant Wu. Go meet with your family first though. And welcome home."
Wu Zhishen picked up his various bags - three in total, and brought them over to the entrance of his home. He set one on the ground, took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door.