16131/A Hellishly Fun Aftermath

A Hellishly Fun Aftermath
Date of Scene:	20 March 2024
Location:	The Midwest
Synopsis:	Juggy's on a roll with yet another 'lesson' handed out right after the first!
Cast of Characters:	Juggernaut, Satana

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Juggernaut has posed:
Earthquake warning sensors were triggered a few states away. The reason?

The Juggernaut threw a punch.

He's only one of the most powerful and strongest entities on the planet. Doesn't know his own strength! Especially when angry. He would say that you wouldn't like him when he's angry but he also happens to think he's downright charming all the time. Sadly, Tyran'tar doesn't think so. The unfortunante green lantern is about a mile or two away at this point, near a blast crater that formed when Juggernaut nailed him and then burst free of an attempt to contain and crush him with the power of the ring. Considering his lack of experience with Mr. Marko, that he did as well as he did is commendable as his power was nothing compared to that of Cyttorak's boorish avatar. He did, however, rescue the hostages that the mercenaries Juggernaut was aiding had taken and as a result, the stolen field generator they had hijacked from a military convoy remained in the hands of the villains and they moved on. Authorities will soon arrive, however, so they aren't planning on lingering.

Indeed - Craters pock mark the highway leading to an abandoned airfield where the hijacked military convoy now arrives with its cargo in the form of a limping semi-truck and a few armored trucks. A cloaked AIM ship reveals itself and descends, ready to claim its prize.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It got a little a little damaged when I took that Lantern out. Just get it out of here and remember our deal. I need that tech for my 'project.'"

The goliath is in full red armor regalia and full sized. Nearly 10 feet tall and six or more wide. A wall of sinewy muscle, bulk and mystic metal. His balled up hands rest on his waist as he watches them begin loading the cargo onto the jet as he rumbles into his commlink. "Hurry it up. No telling if that idiot Lantern called for backup before I clocked 'im."

Satana has posed:
Screams familiar to the Juggernaut fill the air. Screams he'd experienced once before while pestering the Spider-Man in doing a job. They're the screams of torment of a billion souls writhing in eternal flames.

It's easy to spot the source of the screams. That would be the peculiar hole in the air, rimmed by roiling black smoke and releasing the stench of brimstone alongside the screams. And through the hole steps ...

*sigh*

... a form familiar to Cain. A form that looks around, spots Cain and his friends, and breaks out into a pleasant smile, backed by a fingerwave, as the portal closes behind her, cutting off the screams, leaving only the stench of brimstone behind.

"Cain! Darling!" Satana says as she walks toward the cluster of mercs. One of them brings a weapon to bear on her, causing her to frown, but not stop walking.

"If you don't want that weapon to be turned against you by your own allies, I would recommend pointing it elsewhere," she says to the man sternly. Then dismissively waves him off and looks at Cain again.

"Embarrassing to have this happen twice, but ... I need something from that device you've stolen. It's only a small part. Perhaps we could come to some kind of pecuniary arrangement?"

Juggernaut has posed:
"Aw no...."

Those screams are indeed familiar sounding. It's not the sort of thing you forget easily.

Indeed, the mercenaries are quite bothered and though the one did have some bravado for a moment, at Satana's actions and boldness ...he wisely lowers his weapon. They just escaped a Green Lantern with Juggenraut's....er....help... This seems, well, far worse.

"Not this again." grumbles Juggernaut while turning fully towards Satana and clicking off his comm link. "what is it you -possibly- need from somethin' like this. It's a tech thingie! Something Stark adjacent. You workin' for them now or something? Get lost, girl. I aint in the mood. It's one thing t'bother me while I'm trying to have a drink but I'm -literally- workin' here!"

The mercs freeze, uncertain on what to do as do the men from AIM. Their craft hovers, waiting. A voice speaks with some urgency into Juggernaut's ear and he grimaces.

"Yer holdin' up the show. We might have incoming soon."

He gestures at the men, waving them to keep moving on pushing the generator onto the craft.

Satana has posed:
"I'll have you know," Satana says, schoolmarm-like patience positively dripping from her voice, "that I master all forms of magic. Including technomancy." Reaching the crowd, she sidles up alongside one of the more physically impressive of the non-Marko variety mercenaries and practically melts against him, one arm slipping around his waist so casually and naturally that it takes a moment to even register on the guy that she's done so.

He makes a panicked look at another mercenary who shrugs and turns away in a very clear 'your problem' signal.

"Uh...?" The man starts to say, only to feel Satana's finger on his lips.

"Hush now, darling. The grown-ups are talking. If you're very well-behaved, I'll treat you like a lollipop when we're finished."

She winks at the man and turns her attention to Cain again.

"Technology is, after all, just a degenerate form of magic, and I'm always fascinated by its restrictions; it's a hobby of mine to accomplish great deeds with such limited rules." She gestures to the device. "Inside that is a particular form of rectifier I can't quite work out. I've burned out three of them, but I think I understand it now. This is the only other one of its kind on this tawdry little sphere. So I need it. It's just a small part; you can have the rest and I'll sweeten the deal by ... how about I triple your fee on top of what you'll collect for delivering the device?"

Juggernaut has posed:
"No."

Juggernaut waves a hand, "Get lost. I'm not interested in yer fancy talk either. Yer wrong, by the way."

He shakes his head, glowering at her. "First off I don't trust yer money to not burn up in some sorta hellfire after gettin' it and secondly if I could just be bought off like that then nobody would come to me for work. Think about it. It takes more then an on the spot offer to get me to change sides and I aint seeing any good in just stopping this job mid effort cause yer battin' yer eyes at me. Go rob Lexcorp or something. They -gotta- have what you're looking for since you're trying to get all science smart all of a something."

He begins approaching, heavy footfalls shaking the ground as he nears. The merc pales as Juggernaut's shadow falls over them both. He's no desire to be caught between these two.

"Uh. Can I go now? Ma'am?"

Juggernaut frowns at the man but obviously can't blame him. He's just a well armed military guy. They were good for dealing with the original convoy escorts but not this. "Get yer paws off him." he says towards Satana. "It's time you learned some manners."

Satana has posed:
Something hardens in Satana's gaze. "I have no intention of having you change sides. You can have the device except for that one part. You still deliver the device. You still get paid. *AND* you get paid on top of that."

The man asking for permission to leave is ignored. Satana likes her arm candy and is going to keep it, it appears. "I have been nothing but courteous to you," she says, a hint of a growling voice, almost a full octave under her thrilling, seductive contralto, appearing in her speech. "I've asked politely. I've made a very generous offer. And you are responding with intense discourtesy."

The growling undervoice becomes louder, causing some of the other mercs, hardened as they are, to pale as they begin to see what is among them.

"I don't seem to be the one who needs a lesson in manners."

The hard eyes turn away from Cain, to look at her arm candy with regret. "This is," she says, the growl still there, though her face has softened with a look of regret, "the part where you run away. Very quickly."

Juggernaut has posed:
Hardened indeed but they wouldn't hang around for Superman either. It doesn't take much.

"I said let 'im go." repeats Juggernaut, ignoring Satana's threats though as she seemingly allows the merc the chance to slip away, he takes it. Oh yes.

The lading and securing continues. Very, very hurridly now.

"You don't get it, do you." he says firmly to Satana while leaning over a little to face her more directly.

"It's a pieces of technology and they want -all- of it. Not just -some- of it because you happened to show up, tried to throw money around, and want to have yer way. Besides, you take a part just because -you- decided it was fine to do so...who knows what that does to the thing and to their plans or mine in the long run? So the answers no. You don't get to have your way all the time, princess..."

He laces his huge hands together, cracking his knuckles with a sound like cement splintering and bouldres cracking.

"Don't push yer luck." he warns. "I'm giving you a professional courtesy by not just layin' you out.. You'd probably fall unconscious all sultry like anyway. I put one guy in a body cast already today."

Satana has posed:
Pinpricks of red flame appear in Satana's suddenly pitch-black eyes, the amber irises vanishing. Curling horns erupt from the side of her head while her skin turns the colour of a lobster tortured in boiling water. Large bat-like wings unfurl behind her. And that undervoice grows in volume to almost, but not quite, drown out the contralto.

"You'll find me harder to 'lay me out' than you think, Get of Cyttorak!" she seethes. "I am not your garden variety hedge mage."

Sharp, pointed horns start protruding from joints.

"I am the daughter of Satan. A Hell Lord in my own right. And I will have that part; none present will intervene under pain of ETERNAL DAMNATION!"

The final two words come out in a roar that would make a kaiju step back a moment. Flames wreath the demonic form (that is somehow yet sultry to human eyes) as a prepared defensive spell comes up, the demon skull belt buckle glowing strongly as it forms it.

"If you wish a lesson in humiliation..." The face turns into a cruel smile. "Another one, I mean," she adds, before continuing, "then now is the time for its delivery. Be prepared for a spanking!"

And that does it. The men scatter for safety. The Juggernaut vs a self-proclaimed Hell Lord? There's healthier places to be.

Juggernaut has posed:
She's barely finished her transformation and her speech and Juggernaut's fist is hurtling for her. It's would practically fill her entire field of vision up with all the incoming immensity and ineffable approach of a semi truck barreling at her full speed down a freeway. Except far, far, far more powerful.

A full on Juggernaut Punch would land like a building demolishing bomb detonating. He trades blows with the likes of Thor, Hulk, Superman and more and simply sneezes after all. Nothing short of invulnerability approaching their levels would weather the strike of the Exemplar of Physical Power if he truly sought to destroy.

Except at the very last instant, he stops the punch. A loud *BOOOOM* ripples through the air as the pressure wave rolls out overtop the Daughter of Satan with enough force to rock her durable frame.

And then, the goliaths middle finger flicks up. A huge battering ram like impact that will still feel like she was just hit by a car but not the full on tank panacking force that a harder more intense swing would have caused. It's a cannonball. It'd send Spider-Man tumbling down the streets and knock a bus over.

Satana has posed:
The boom ripples through her frame. Shortly afterward Satana gets hit by the pressure wave unleashed, like all the energy of a tornado packed into the (comparatively) small space occupied by the front of the Juggernaut's fist.

Air doesn't like being compressed, it turns out. It gets all hot and bothered. Literally in the first case. The unleashed force of the Get of Cyttorak literally ignites the air as it is turned into plasma that washes over her.

It's probably for the best she had her shield up in preparation for a showdown. The plasma roils around it and past her, failing to burn her skin, though (*sigh*) her clothing is artfully burned off in tatters (this must be something instinctive!), before it dissipates behind her before the human eye can even see it.

That storm weathered, she'd be ready for the counter if she'd had time to think before the finger hits her straight in the gut, causing her to double over and get the rest of the finger flick in the face as her body is forcibly rotated by the impact to land face first at the second knuckle.

Again the shield helps, but not as much as it needed to because of the momentary conflagration that was temporarily hotter than the sun. As a result Satana is flung into the air (and as predicted her body flops in the air "all sultry like"--instinct is a powerful thing!), sailing an embarrassing amount of distance (at least ten body lengths, probably more) before landing, again, face first into the dirt in an odd standing position that leaves her looking half like the mythical ostrich and half like she's preparing for entry.

Then she falls over to one side, lightly burned, clothing artfully tattered, badly bruised, and... *sigh* ... "all sultry like", despite being unconscious.

Juggernaut has posed:
"Whoa, that was a neat trick. I gotta remember that for another time." considers Juggernaut as he takes note of the brief fire flash caused by the sudden force of his blow. Not normally something he takes into account but it sure was something!

More impressive, however, is the effect all of this has on Satana. Impressive and satisfying. He watches as she goes sailing through the air. Looks on impassively as lands to the ground and then just shakes his head and rests his hands on his waist as she impacts in just the right artful way as her nature would suggest. Can't even land and be crumpled up like normal folk.

"Jeez. WHat a pain." he rumbles, "And she's knocked out so I can't even gloat..."

He then glances to the mercs. The jet's loaded and lifting off and they're getting out of there as fast as they can.

"Thanks for the lift!" he shouts, furious at being left behind but they weren't waiting around to see how -this- spat turned out.

"You all owe me -double- now. I stopped a demon princess from getting your cargo -and- that Lantern. And I always collect!" he thunders into his comm link before turning once more to eye Satana's body.

He then turns and starts heading away, stomping towards the exit of the airfield and then starting into a solid run to pick speed until the earth shakes from the pounding of his steps and craters from the impact of his feet. In time, like a freight train, he'll be gone! Hopefully nobody else will stumble onto....well....that!