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BORN A SEALORD: FEATURING UNTOLD TALES PART ONE The following story is the truth about ‘Sealord’ also known as ‘Lycus’ who for some reason no longer remembers anything who he is. Nightmares, fresh faces and being near the Ocean when he fought in World War II began to give him glimpses into his past. One night he had a very powerful dream where he was King of Atlantis. This dream was so real that eventually he found the lost remains of this undersea world. In recent times, May 12, 2017 when the Sealord when on a trek into the Atlantic to investigate the underwater gateways he and Solarman found earlier. Later on, the Sealord was with the Huntsman using his advanced undersea two seat ship called “The Mariner” (built by the late Benson Clark, as they used to be god friends. (This ‘trek’ took place in Crusaders (v5) #15-16 where he found an undersea portal). The one deep portal they found took the two to what was a hidden gateway to a diminutive pocket dimension where Atlantis had been safely and magically placed in for centuries. “Sealord’ is the name Lycus uses as a codename only because of the name he had in World War II “Jesse Barton” no longer pertains to him. He had been mispronouncing his name as “Lucian” since he had learned Poseidon was his father who came to him and gave him a magic trident. So what had happened to Sealord? What is happening to Atlantis now that he found it and was expelled right away? Queen Alir Tos and Sealord seem to known each other when they glance into each other’s eyes but unfortunately with his false memories someone had given him along with the fake version of him that was ruling Atlantis calling himself King she had to stand by her King and treat Sealord as a stranger. When Sealord and his friend Huntsman battled this doppelganger, they were also fighting with a bunch of his well trained soldiers. They have instinctively knew how to take Sealord down where he would wake up outside this portal under the Atlantic Ocean and his friend the Huntsman has been gone (disappeared since). What is going on? Maybe a part of his untold tale scribbled down by a scribe who claims he


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was a part of Lycus and the many years he ruled Atlantis will help clear this up for some. Someday Sealord is going to find out where his memories went and why Atlantis is inside a pocket dimension with a doppelganger king The facts of the one known as Lycus, king of Thebes who was later overthrown. In all actuality it was kind of fate according to the various scribes and scores left behind. It was merely because it leads to Lycus later becoming King of Atlantis. Lycus always knew he is the son of Poseidon and Celaeno who was alleged to be a fabled Amazon. Hercules later got into a fight with her years down the road. Celaeno, a powerful Amazon along with others of her kind was rudely mishandled by the Demigod Hercules. It was another one of those days for Hercules after a victorious battle with a four headed hydra and drunk with ale. He had past upon a group of Amazons on their way to their large boat leaving the place they were currently at. It was Hercules who had sat down his gold mace, reached around who spanked them on the rump. When the Amazon warrior tried to get him to back off that’s when he ranted about wanting one of them to sleep with him. Out of all the Amazon’s, it would be Celaeno who was the one who literally held her own and kicked the living crap out of Hercules, but in the end, she would be accidentally killed by the full blunt force of his mace. Not a lot of people know this story even Lycus himself who still does not have his memories restored or understands how he lost them. Later on, Lycus would be married to a beautiful woman named Dirce. She was half brother of Eurypylus. They had a great marriage, but being married to the King of Thebes often put Lycus in situations where he would be forced into numerous sexual encounters. Lycus was a very handsome, well built man in his early years (although not much has changed), but perhaps it was the ‘charm’ that some powerful sons of Gods put out he would always succumb and Dirce would learn of this, all though she remained silent. Lycus did not know when he was born he was born a twin. Another great secret that Lycus never knew was he was born a twin. The other twin was thought to have been still born and immediately cast into the ocean to die from a large boat where Celaeno would be caught between battles. She squatted down right in the middle of what was going on and gave birth and this could be possibly because of things happening so quickly. Nowadays CPR would safe a baby being born like that, but somehow the baby would live and be pulled instantly out of the water by a nearby male warrior named Aeroebis. He took the baby home to his wife and they raised the child and named him Demoritus.


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Lycus was later sent to the Fortunate Isles, the islands of the blessed by his father. He gained custody of Antiope, in which he gave her to Dirce to be treated poorly. In revenge of taking Antiope, Lycus and Dirce were killed by Amphion and Zethus. It was later revealed that Lycus was never sent to the Fortune Isles, but his twin brother Demoritus who was very much aware who he was. He was brought up believing he was tossed into the sea because Lycus was chosen as the superior son. His plan backfired when Amphion and Zethus wound up killing him for his actions for giving his wife custody of Antiope. Later on, after being overthrown as king of Thebes, Lycus dying body was found in a small boat that was partially sinking. He was pulled from the water and taken care of until he became better. When Lycus got his full strength he learned that he was on the island of Atlantis and everyone there worshipped his father Poseidon. Upon entering a temple, he prayed to his father for strength and soon the sea God appeared. He was very happy to learn that he had not been killed and this thrilled the people of Atlantis to learn the stranger they found in the sea the demigod son of their God. Poseidon demanded his son Lycus to be king of Atlantis, but at the time it was under rule by a wealthy King named Stephanos who refused to obey the command of a God. The people of Atlantis who have rarely seen their god but once in their lifetime became fearful of Stephanos who mysteriously came down with an unknown illness and died days later. Lycus did not like the idea of being king only if he knew for a fact that his father had killed Stephanos. The people of Atlantis did not care and were happy to be blessed by their sea god and treated Lycus to anything including all of Stephanos’s fortune he left behind. Lycus ruled Atlantis for several decades without showing a mark of age and he also noticed this of many of the people also. Lycus had learned that Atlantis was magic and said to have been created from Poseidon’s great power and blessed the people who lived there. Many scriptures and old writings claimed that Lycus could also breathe water and swim faster than anything in the sea. At one time Lycus was said to be able to shape shift and adapt to the abilities of various sea creatures (grow large like whale, shrink like tiny fish, poisonous skin...etc.) Nobody really knows what happened…or do they?

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Not too long after word, Lycus (he couldn’t remember his name) opened his eyes and wasn’t sure what had happened because his first memory he had was opening his eyes and finding himself in a large room with a shiny wood floor lined up with dozens of bed. On each bed was a wounded man dressed in military styled fatigues like the one he had along with his carry bag he. Lycus could not remember his name or who he was just the sound of an explosion that echoed through his ears, the black out and the still ringing after effect. There was a bandage on his head and he could feel the cut and bruising all along the rim of his skull. Whoever bandaged his head wrapped it so tight that it was making his head throb. Of course that could have been whatever caused him to black out. He instinctively dressed himself from the clothing uniform inside of the saddle bag and he got to his feet. He decided that what had happened to him maybe the cause of a battle going on by observing the wounded soldiers around him. He looked down at this name that was written in French on a small hand chalkboard hooked on his bed. His name was, “Private First Class Rémi Lavaud” and words written in French, “coma patient day 45”. Right away he was concerned and began to walk towards the end of the large hospital floor until he was stopped by what a man who introduced himself as “French Foreign Legion” and another soldier who was fully dressed and had been just coming into the room. For some reason, Lycus now “Rémi Lavaud” and allowed himself to accept that because he understood French and a lot of the hospital looked familiar including some faces of the wounded. The French soldier he knew as one of his superiors only from his influential and intimidating looking face he has seen a gazillion times yet cannot remember. A small part of this was coming back to Rémi Lavaud, but how the hell did he get here and besides only knowing that he was the son of Poseidon and “King of Atlantis”. Now he was wondering did he dream the son of Poseidon and Atlantis thing because he knew the year had to be 1940 at least. Wow, he remembered the year, but he was not going nowhere I seemed by these two officials.


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Then the French soldier named Serge Affre leaves and returns with a tin can filled with well water from out back of the hospital. Rémi gladly accepts while Serge makes a strange observation about Rémi’s ears that are usually concealed beneath his hair or his black combat hat. The Germany propaganda about Jewish people has seemed to affect a few French. Including Serge who thinks Rémi’s pointed ears are some kind of strange Jewish heredity and is afraid for his life.


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Drinking the temperate metal tasting water, even feeling the small bits of rust in his mouth from whatever may make the average Joe today throw up. Someone the same as “Rémi” find it was the nourishing and the little bit revitalized the Demigod mentally just a bit. Reasonable thoughts went through Rémi’s had as he polished off that little can of water. He was now suffering from amnesia assumingly because of the damage from the explosion. What if he had been more than a French Soldier caught up in the middle of World War II. Perhaps something caused his memory to forget before only because of the vivid dreams that had while in the coma. A normal human with a head wound back in a Nazi controlled France would have just starved to death. Rémi had went exactly forty-five days with no food or water and the only reason he woke up because in is dream a woman who claimed to be his wife, Queen of Atlantis had said these words, “you have to wake up and come back to me my King!”

Before Rémi awakens this time he hears the faint call of a man’s voice that sounds like him. The voice is calling out the name, “Alir! Alir Tos! Queen Alir please hold on I’m coming for you!” This is when Private Rémi Lavaud is being awaked by one of the hospital nurses. He had been yelling those words at the top of his lungs and now every wounded soldier in the room was now awake and complaining. “You call out things, like names, words all spoken in English Private,” the middle aged cute nurse said as she wrote down some information on the small chalk pad by the bed, “often I come by and hear you having conversations in English, some nights the language is unknown to me. One night Doctor Brown had called me in to the floor and swore to God that you were speaking an ancient form of Greek. You know private that only very a small number of well educated scholars study as well as learn ancient language like that merely for historical and archeological purposes. I’ve been


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putting off talking to you, but tonight was really disruptive Private Lavaud and you know all it takes is for one of those Germans to hear from out on the streets. One quiet night with you calling out like that and they would be up here doing God knows what.” “I had no idea that this was happening on the night I sleep here,” Rémi replied with a bit of embarrassment in his voice, “It’s not a nightmare however more like a ghost from my past calling me back home. As you know we can never go home anymore we are puppets among this Nazi military that keeps rolling in and out of the city. They work all night plotting, planning and getting ready for their next attack and we are nothing but territory to bring them closer to claiming Britain. Those god damn Americans sit on their pampered asses thinking this war is not their concern. They won’t be thinking that when Adolph Hitler is standing on the lawn of their precious White House.” “You know your politics well for an ordinary soldier from France,” the Nurse said, “cannot believe you are only listed as new private with the French Army. You know, my Grandparents they were travelers before they settled in France. They rode all over Europe in a wagon made over as their home one wheel, they were Gypsies. My Grandmother taught me how to look a man into his eyes and I can tell a lot of things just by the way their eyes are.” “Really?” asked Rémi with his eyes half awake and so he widened them a bit, “tell me what you see with my goofy eyes Mam….er…um…Nurse?” “You may call me Bern it is short and much easier for some to say instead of Bérengère. A name my mother gave me,” the Nurse smiled, “you appear to be young by your eyes are eyes that come from someone much older. You have an old soul my Grandmother would say yet strangely I can really see it with the likes of you. The way you talk, you are educated beyond most common privates in the French Army. You appear to look and sound French, but you say things like way my Grandparents would say things. As if they are speaking from the great experience and travel they have done all of their life on the road. They would be mortified if they saw these last two wars and what it has done to the old country roads and places they camped near.” “That you for the talk Bérengère,” Rémi smiled as he slowly closed his eyes, “I prefer to call you by your real name. I do not need to simply your birth name because some idiots cannot pronounce such a beautiful name. Good night Bérengère.” “Good night Rémi Lavaud,” the Nurse replied, “I won’t forget to leave the pitcher by you before I leave when my shift is done. You are sure one thirsty soldier not many drink enough water. Despite its small contamination you need to careful that well has been through a few near close calls from explosions.”


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“Hail Hitler!” everyone replies unison back towards Herr Lantern. Herr Lantern who is looking down at the few high ranking Nazis, new innovate robot soldiers, a couple brilliant scientists and a major chief Nazi Engineer who is standing dead center dressed in a more grayish uniform compared to the rest. “This comes a little early in the game just after we claimed Poland, France and many more territories for the great Führer,” Herr Lantern added, “but I think we have a little surprise as you may have noticed dead center in the enormous aquarium our latest creation I dub the Barracuda!” “Let me ask,” General Walter Von Reichenau was quick to shout up as he was looking up practically now underneath Herr Lantern’s raised floor, “what in God’s name do we need such a hideous creature like that? Can it be controlled? What does it do?” “Well obviously because of my misfortune while playing with dark things as some of you notice I have developed a bit of a pumpkin toned face,” Herr Lantern laughed sinisterly while the insides of his head were illuminating brightly through the mouth and eyes, “I began working with geneticist Dr. Valentin Dennhardt over their way towards the left by the machines. The original idea was to cure this hideous curse that I have grown to admire especially since the Führer himself seems to admire my latest appearance. So while doing a little gene splicing with our latest innovative experimental technology our latest Nazi bad-ass the Barracuda was born!” “Interesting,” General Walter Von Reichenau replied to the vicious water beast. The Barracuda was more than just a killer monster that chews through solid metal boats. He is a purple scaled humanoid with a long tail like a Mermaid. A living, water breathing, underwater secret weapon and killing machine the General seemed to be impressed with the near seven foot something Barracuda. “I have a few surprises as far as aiding Barracuda when he is underwater by himself,” the heavy set scientist named Dr. Valentin Dennhardt spoke up, “right now we wanted to make perfect introductions before we set him loose in the Atlantic on some British vessels.” “This Barracuda will be the worst nightmare for anything that is in the waters,” General Walter Von Reichenau chuckled a bit “As long as the Führer is on board then you can count me in. There will not be anything that can stop that…that…” “Pick your words wisely General,” Barracuda added, “What you say next could be the outcome of a friendly acknowledgement of a hand gestural waves or becoming my next meal.” “Good God,” The General replied, “I meant no disrespect to you or anyone here.” Suddenly from one of the side doors to the laboratories hallway slid open and in walked the Führer with two of his best Nazi soldiers at this side. He had a smirk on his face at the same time trying to contain his laughter seeing the General almost shit himself scared. “Do not worry General,” Hitler spoke up startling the General who quickly turned around and saluted in full form, “Barracuda has been properly fed for the day, but there’ll be other days when we can dunk some unfortunate piece of shit perhaps Stalin himself in the tank.” This scene comes to a close with everyone laughing at Hitler’s remarks about throwing the Soviet Leader in the tank for Barracuda’s dinner.


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Quite some time later the action all over France was starting to get hot and the last explosion landed across the street taking out and old French Tavern. Private Rémi Lavaud decided that he was no longer going to be a sitting duck and he would take his chances trying to find his way home. Most of the people in the hospital were now leaving or being moved to a more secure place. That’s when Private Rémi Lavaud said to himself, ‘to heck with it’. Rémi Lavaud took his entire puzzle of a memories in France’ that had coming together slowly within the week he was no longer conscious. With only a few key pieces missing of whom he was and leave the hospital. He noticed once he got moving outside in the cold it forced him to be alert. He watched for Nazis at every corner as he walked through a small alley that lead to the back part of this small French village with vast woods behind it where he could hide. Prior to, Rémi had his military uniform covered hospital gown and a large puffy fur coat he took from the main closet. He felt bad for taking whosever coat it was, assuming a doctor because it was really expensive and vowed to bring it back if he ever survives whatever he was trying to do. Very carefully, trying to being sneaky moving behind the buildings and then crossed between two small alleys. Continuing in straight direction of path to the woods Rémi looked strange, but unrecognizable to anyone except for someone calling out to him just as he was stepping through the woods. “Nice coat Rémi Lavaudv,” a female voice cried out followed by a playful laugh. When Rémi turned around he noticed a nicely dressed female in a nice black dress, gloves, carrying a black purse. She had long black hair, heals and when she smiled right away Rémi recognized her as the nurse who took care of him and kept him ‘watered’. “I almost didn’t recognize you without your uniform,” Rémi teased. “I tried catching a ride out of here with my cousin who was going to Paris,” Bérengère said sadly, “all the roads are destroyed and we were immediately stopped by Nazis who were patrolling the back roads all the way through Normandy. I dressed like this because I can usually convince a man I am no trouble. Well, it backfired and those animals tried to manhandle me which got my Cousin shot and killed. He was only thirty-eight and I would have never agreed to leave with him to Paris had I known…”


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“Come with me Rémi Lavaud,” Bérengère said, “it is not Paris, but I know a place where you can stay until you figure out what we are going to do.” “You win,” Rémi said as he pulled the fur coat together and buttoned it tight. “When the morning comes I will take this coat back and say I found it in the alley on a bum and ordered him to take it off,” Bérengère said with a laugh as she began to walk the opposite way she came and so Rémi followed her. On foot they walked through this small French village that had seen better days. Elderly people on the streets begging and children running around with rags for winter clothes starving and here Rémi Lavaud was wearing a very expensive fur walking with a woman that looked like she could be a movie star over in Hollywood land in the United States of America. “Probably not the best idea for us to be dressed likes this with all these sick and hungry people around,” Rémi said, “I feel like a hypocrite and there is a sense of duty I should be doing.” “Oh Rémi, always so worried about everything around you,” Bérengère smiled, “my husband was like that when we first got married. He worried about money and not having enough for food or to pay for the living expense. All night, and all while he was at work he would worry, worry, and worry so much. I tried to tell him that life is too short to always worry and why waste it worrying so much? It might not be the best place we were living in I said, but we had each other, we had food in our bellies and looking back now before this war, things were not that bad.” “I did not know you were married,” Rémi smiled as they kept walking down what used to be a sidewalk but it was nothing but gravel and small stones. The big pieces of rock cement had been dragged away for some reason. Possibly so it was easier to walk over and this was obviously one of the reasons people like Bérengère don’t wear fancy shoes anymore. “Ironically he would die at the place he worked for so many years,” Bérengère replied sadly, “one of those big vats of metal that was melted down, the hinge broke on one said. He was covered from head to toe in molten hot metal and killed instantly.” “Oh my god,” Rémi said, “forgive me for inquiring…” “It was nearly two decades ago,” Bérengère lifted her head to show Rémi a smile to indicate it was ok, “I can barely remember his face or the sound of his voice. So many years have gone by that now here I am a nurse and there is all this war. Now here you are walking with me to my home across the road wearing a stolen fur jacket.” They both started laughing together. “Yeah this thing does stick out like a sore thumb,” Rémi added, “that’s a nice, but very small little home you got there and you should be happy it is still there. Among all of these other little homes all around you on this street.” “Well it is just a small enough home for myself to sleep and eat,” Bérengère said, “there is a bathroom off to the side of my bedroom, but with no running water things have been a little tough, but I manage.” “How do you…um…keep your hair clean?” asked Rémi. “Not even a few blocks from here is a well,” Bérengère replied, “and another five miles west you will run into the beach where the beautiful ocean is still there. I don’t bathe in the ocean, but when the weather I much warmer the beaches used to be filled with sun congregations of what we known as the ones who like to tan. It’s been almost two years since I have enjoyed the sun when it tanned my skin, but those were when times were better.”


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GODS, ALIENS, MONSTERS AND THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA PART THREE A couple years had passed in Rémi Lavaudv’s life and he would in next to no time make his way in the course of Great Britain. When he arrived, things would abruptly transform for him inside a British tavern one night. The instance at the Tavern happened right after Rémi had just got into the city. This was subsequent to hitching a ride in the back of the truck, into the city, and dropped off at a bus stop.

Rémi kept thinking to himself how he should have just went with Bérengère and her other cousin Raoul who was a silver talking Frenchman who knew how to over-do the “French suave” on females from other countries. He used to be in the French Foreign Legion when he was younger but for some reason he was traveling the country side and when he came home to find out that his brother Arthur had been murdered by a Nazi soldier for no reason. Raoul had natural jet black hair, a well fit physique from being in the Legion of course. He had one of those fancy Hollywood looks to him and an extremely thin adaptation of Clark Gables’ mustache on his lip. Rémi would later take on Roaul’s look for when he would later connect with the French Resistance. At the moment little did he know that some of the French Resistance was nearby and secretly had a short term base in London. They were few in the French Resistance, but along with a couple top British command covert security operative commandos working with them they would work through the night rescuing people or jamming up the German military from pushing forward. This usually required the destruction of many bridges that had been in the area longer than some had been alive. So now as Rémi sat down at the old bar on one of the uncomfortable wooden stools he noticed the bar keep was on the other side of the room in deep conversation with a British soldier. Rémi waited patiently


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and began to think that it had been going on nearly two years since he heard a word from Bérengère and the only thing he had to go on was his thoughts. He often would think of the nurse turned to some extent lover and imagine she and her cousin had safely made it to Paris Suddenly, like a twist of fact, act of God or some kind of message from wherever, Rémi had glanced over by the door to the back of the tavern. There was a stack of old newspapers and the top layer showed pictures of Paris after it was invaded where the French army legitimately surrendered. This was a time when there was no internet, televisions with up to date news, cellular phones that could connect to anything around the world. The small town went from having a single phone in certain homes that used what was called a party line. It was a nightmare to get a call out of the town and when Raoul came rolling in with his somewhat nice car, Rémi began to think it was weird a man of such high standards and tastes did not know about Paris. Right there in plain sight, stacked on top of each other by the back door of the tavern. They were most likely collected to perhaps recycle or possibly to burn and the more closer he walked towards the stack of papers, the more the words came out at him, staring at Rémi in English. A true story about Paris and what had transpired and it all had taken place a little before he was in the hospital right around the time the explosion went off from a nearby German missile that killed everyone in the radius of the blast. Theories why Rémi survived were for the reason that he was just far away from the full effect of the blast. Accordingly on May 10, 1940, the Germans officially attacked France in addition they quickly defeated th the French military. As a result, the French government departed Paris on June 10 , 1940 and the th Germans occupied the city on June 14 , 1940. During the Occupation, the French Government moved to Vichy, and Paris was governed by the German military and by French officials approved by the Germans. For the Parisians, the Occupation was a series of frustrations, shortages and humiliations. A curfew was in effect from nine in the evening until five in the morning; at night, the city went dark. Rationing of food, tobacco, coal and clothing was imposed from September 1940. The first demonstration against the Occupation, by Paris students, took place on 11 November 1940. As the war continued, anti-German clandestine groups and networks were created, some loyal to the French Communist Party, others to General Charles de Gaulle in London. They wrote slogans on walls, organized an underground press, and sometimes attacked German officers. Reprisals by the Germans were swift and harsh. Every year since the invasion, the supplies grew scarcer and the prices higher. A million Parisians left the city for the provinces, where there was more food and fewer Germans. The French press and radio contained only German propaganda. Jews in Paris were forced to wear the yellow Star of David badge, and were barred from certain professions and public places. th th July 16 and 17 of 1942, nearly 13,152 Jews, including 4,115 children and 5,919 women, were rounded up by the French police, on orders of the Germans, and were sent to the Auschwitz concentration camp, but regrettably this did not make the papers and was something not discussed or lightly gossiped in fear by word of mouth. So much for Paris being a place to get away from the small towns that were overrun with German forces, there must have been triple the amount in Paris. Rémi continued to drink a large glass mug filled with beer reading the old paper. He was taken by all the things he did not know about while living in the town and it seemed like after the hospital went down there was no more main connection to any type of news. In fact, the so called hospital that Rémi had woke up after being in a coma for 45 days used to be a large French Military facility. The wide open spaces where all of the hospital beds were placed used t be the Army barracks section. Bérengère revealed that story to Rémi about a month after it was finally blown up by an airstrike. She had said she and Dr. Brown lived in that area and were personally asked to commute to the French Barracks to start setting up a hospice area because there were dozens of wounded soldiers from all over that they had no place for them to go.


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After a month of hell, they finally sent in four more nurses and another Doctor who wound up getting shot by a German soldier who mistaken him for a person of interest they were looking for. Bérengère was overwhelmed when she talked about how they turned that military building into a hospital. Things were starting to come together by then for Rémi, but anything before his life in the military was an empty void ; After sometime Rémi looked up and noticed the British soldier had quit yapping with the bartender when Rémi ordered a beer on tap. It was served to him in a chilled mug which seemed to be a bit more refreshing than he is normally used to. He went over to a private table and grabbed a stack of the old papers so he could have more room going through all of the press and trying to learn anything about what happened in Paris. He had been doing this while drinking the beer and that’s when he heard hard soled boots coming toward him. Rémi looked up and the British Soldier was standing next to him but did not say anything. So Rémi said the first word before he could speak. “Looking for something?” Asked Rémi in his best English he could. The British Soldier picked up on his accident right away and immediately replied. “The name’s Captain Spencer Firth from the Royal British Military,” he said, “Curious, are you aware those newspapers are at least three to four years old mate?” “You are one of those British Commandos are you not?” asked Rémi, “mostly who spends there time shooting at elephants on some African Safari adventure?” “The funny Frenchman with his undercover hat and dark sun glasses roaming around London in the middle of a God-damn war,” Spencer replied, “Were you one of the idiots that ran with their tale between their God damn legs when the Germans took over your country?” “I was on the wrong side of France shooting at Germans who were there,” Rémi smirked while trying to take a sip of his beer from his glass. This caught Captain Spencer Firth’s attention and it broke his ‘tough guy’ concentration and he started to laugh a bit. “We can both agree we hate Nazis,” Spencer added, “You have a problem if I sit across from you at this table and chat a bit? I just got back into town yesterday and nobody looks exciting enough to talk about anything besides this bloody war.” “Maybe I’m not much of a talker myself,” Rémi said. “I can a read a man and that goes double for soldiers,” Spencer said, “now the Americans are here. Took them long enough to get the balls to jump in.” “They just had to be pissed off enough to do it,” Rémi replied. “I spotted a six foot French man who is very well built who has been in many battles in his day,” Spencer said to Rémi as he pulled out a pipe packed with tobacco and attempted to light it a few times. “Where? Where?” asked Rémi sarcastically. “What you looking for her son?” asked Spencer. “My past and my future at the same time,” Rémi replied as he went back to shuffling through papers. “Surprised you are not prisoner with all your other soldiers,” Spencer said, “you didn’t turn tail and run here hoping not to be rounded up.” “I never said I was a soldier did I?” asked Rémi starting to take offense to some comments. “I know a fighter when I see one,” Spencer said, “You came here looking for the Resistance didn’t you?” “Too bad they are somewhere in the woods in the middle of France,” Rémi replied.


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“You just gave the rest of the information I needed soldier,” Spencer laughed while a bit of smoke rolled out with his exhale in his laugh from his pipe that was now dangling freely from the corner of his mouth. For some reason this pipe was annoying the living hell out of Rémi. “Why are Commandos doing in the city?”Asked Rémi, “I figured you owe me one since you know a little bit about me.” “Awe hell Frenchy, you gave all the information to me,” Spencer laughed taking a puff off his pipe, “don’t feel bad kid, it’s my job to get people to talk. Most of the time I am a little more persuasive unless I encounter a nice Gentleman as yourself.” “Why do you come to the conclusion I am nice gentleman?” asked Rémi. “Because all the bad people are out killing people, lurking in the shadows and kissing Hitler’s ass,” Spencer said, “you find one German in this city he is either a spy or very stupid.” “Well now we got that out of the way Captain,” Rémi laughed aloud.

A HERO ALL OVER AGAIN PART FOUR Quite some time later, Rémi had met the French Resistance and snuck back into Paris several times with Spencer. They did as much they could to help as many French as they could. Plus they worked with an assortment of members from a few other countries that had been working in a network of allies together with some Americans that were inside and had been helping prior to their country entering the war only recently While back through the waters into London coming up around from the English Channel it was already morning and Rémi had been working through the night. Every time they through the cold English channel it gave Rémi a weird feeling, but he paid no attention to it. This time there were life boats and two big British ships that were off in the distance. There was five life boats all filled with British Naval Officers. “I’m betting the British Navy was attacked in the night,” Spencer said, “those lifeboats are pretty big and would have to unload most of their crew to fill those lifeboats up.” “Let’s row over to this dock to our left,” Rémi said, “We can walk towards some of the clutter and find out whom and what happened.” “I will meet back up with you later at the hall,” Spencer said, “her Majesty’s been whispering about air raids. She’ll only bring the cat bombers in an air raid if something bad has been going down. Besides that Blitzkrieg back on us in 1940 now is the time to get those Ratzi bastards.” “Not even one sign of her,” Rémi said as he rowed the small sized boat near one of the first docks. “You knew his day would come when we all would to go with the Resistance into Paris,” Spencer said, “There’s two things kid, she’s either a prisoner or dead and the way Paris looked last night, the chances are slim to none.” “Never give up hope,” Rémi replied as he grabbed a hold of the old wood beam to one of the older, rugged looking docks. He quickly grabbed he long rope with his free hand and pulled it up and started wrapping it around the pole. Spencer was amazed watching Rémi be able to move that fast and how strong he was holding on with one arm.” “Suddenly you are alive again,” Spencer said, “You were half dead on your way back through France with all those prisoners.” “I’m just happy we were able to meet up with those two drivers from Norway that took them to the safe zone in Spain,” Rémi said, “I don’t know if I would call Spain safe for too long we should have moved them here like we did the French soldiers who living here now.”


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“They live he because they are military and they are part of the Resistance,” Spencer said, “fifteen to twenty ordinary French folks are just going to clutter up London.” “Good point,” Rémi said as he grabbed onto the side of the wood peer and pulled himself up with one effortless thrust. He turned around to offer a hand to Spencer to help him up to the peer. “If you can do that, then I am going to do that!” Spencer said pertaining to Rémi’s single pull up onto the wood footpath peer. “You are one entertaining person to be around,” Rémi said, “you gotta stop calling me kid, I could be way older than you. I just don’t remember.” “Quit your damn yapping and give me a hand,” Spencer said with a frustrated voice finally giving up from trying to what Rémi did. A little later in the day, Rémi walked over to a group of familiar faces that were listening to a frantic man talking about something. He was a bit older and going on about two British military ships that are apparently now underwater. “They heard a loud bang in the boiler area of the ship and a loud crunching noise…” the man was saying while Rémi slowly walked up to listen to him talk. “…big teeth and a human face with eyes as black as coal, I went down in the lower floors by the time all the water was gushing in through a giant hole. The Germans have a weapon, a man, someone, something or some kind of advanced monster who can chew through metal!”

The three British soldiers disrespectfully began laughing at this man thinking he was crazy. Rémi quickly butted in because he could sense the man was serious and wasn’t mad. “How long ago did you see this?” asked Rémi to the man telling the story. “I just got in off that last life boat,” the man replied to Rémi with a look of relief that somebody was listening to him, “there is another man who was down there with me who saw that thing. The Germans have these monsters and they are going to kill everyone.” “I believe you,” Rémi said to the man while he looked out at the sea watching the last two life boats coming into dock. Rémi walked away toward the docks where he could see the life boats were pulling up along with a large British military ship that was coming up slowly behind everyone. He slowly walked over to the large gate that was in front of him while the marching of hundreds of soldiers came up and around and behind him towards the city that still showed remains of the Blitzkrieg near two years ago. Rémi looked out and could see the cold, dark ocean whatever and something began to overcome him like what he felt in the boat crossing through the English Channel. He knew something like a part of his memory was starting to peak through and trying to tell him something.


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“All right,” Rémi said, “you lead, let’s talk private and I sure hope it’s worth my time.” “I’m almost ninety-nine percent positive it is,” Josh replied while turning around and walking the opposite direction the last of the soldiers had finally come up around on the walk. Rémi wasn’t sure what was going on, but it he felt this man was a trusting person. In addition to his ability to hear more than everyone else, Rémi could hear the British soldiers talking about him like some kind of hero while they passed by.


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Finally after everyone was in the room that was supposed to be there (assuming so). British Naval Admiral James Connelly shut the old wood door to the room, locked it and turned to face everyone to start speaking. “Good afternoon Brigade,” he began, “on the wall towards the south you will see a printed posted with the information as well as what we call an artist’s best work based on the descriptions brought back by some brave men in the art of espionage. One of them is no longer with us because of the face we have that information. You may not recognize any of them, but Hitler wants it to be that way. The following people are four of the most dangerous and Nazis in the world. There wanted the most at this moment is because they technically do not exist. That’s right, all those these are pictures with faces, who they are is what we say they are. Next to the Hitler and his most dangerous Nazis that are well known, it is these four that are the most scariest and deadly because they are not supposed to exist. Why does Hitler not want us to know about these four? That’s why we have brought you all together because you are the best at what you do and we need to smoke these four out and stop any type of rumored extraterrestrial connections and mad, torturous genetic alterations of prisoners for testing living weapons hence the one referred to as the “Barracuda” a giant half man, half fish that has indestructible, razor sharp teeth that can chew through submarine’s and boats.” “Seen it with my own eyes,” Josh spoke up after he noticed a few faces of his fellow soldiers trying to hide their smirks in their gloved hands.” “I also want to welcome United States Admiral Nathan Elliot and war General Dwight Eisenhower,” Admiral Connelly added, “Plus our military guests from Norway working with the Viking situation. They have a progress report as soon as everyone gets a say in what is going on with their classified operation portion of the Brigade.” “It’s apparent there are some new members in the room,” Uncle Sam spoke up as he walked to the center of the room and began to look around slowly and back at all of the soldiers keeping a nice even timed gazed on each one of them.

“Eighty percent of the people in this room can verify these strange words of you may be hearing for the first time in their life,” Uncle Sam continued talking, “Yes Rémi Lavaud of France, there are strange things as well as seemingly humorous things appearing in this room. All the way to one of the so-called Nazis that nobody has heard of including the one wearing what appears to be a jack o ‘lantern mask. If you have been close to that man, you will learn quickly it’s not a mask and he’s very, very deadly. If there is any truth to the rumors he may be working on the side by himself and only answers to the all mighty Führer only. Then, that literally scares the living heck out of me especially after I have seen aliens, strange weapons and a giant grizzly bear running through the frozen Ukraine carrying a two hundred lbs. machine gun like it was a toy. So, I’m going to go back to my corner of the world over here next to Squadron air patrol leader Josh Lucas and I couple of his flying cats are here also. Yep, another word for some of you new folks to take in your mind, flying cats. Have anybody ever seen a cat fly?” Uncle Sam’s last question made everyone in the room laugh. Rémi was a little embarrassed that Uncle Sam heard him talking to Spencer, but then that means he has to have some kind of advanced hearing like him? That star-spangled top hated man had to be at least halfway on the other side of the room engulfed in deep conversation with Josh Lucas when he said it. Without prejudice, as well as taking in consideration that he himself had something weird going on with his body despite the amnesia, looked up and began to study the faces of these four Nazi that are wanted, but do not officially exist.


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While Rémi was studying their faces, Admiral Connelly had gone back to talking after he thanked Uncle Sam for his ‘brilliant input’. He began naming the names to the face of the Nazis and did not one time crack a smile when coming to the pumpkin headed villain whose name was unknown, but was addressed as, “Herr Lantern”.

“Where’s the giant bear with the machine gun mentioned?” asked Rémi to Spencer. “That’s one of the reasons why the Soviet Union does not have any soldier or any person from their country I this group,” Uncle Sam responded who was now startlingly at the back Rémi now whispering his ear, “ask all your out of the ordinary questions to me Rémi. You seem this Commando likes to do his job and be right back home for dinner. People like you and I are different and we have to be attentive of each other.” “Attentive?” Rémi asked and turned around. There was no Uncle Sam behind him, but when Rémi’s eyes scanned the layout of the room he could see Uncle Sam back across the room standing next to British ace pilot Jordan Stewart, it was like he never moved. Just as Rémi was about to brush it off and focus back on the British Navy Admiral who was talking about the ships being “chewed through”, he glanced at Uncle Sam who turned his head for a second to look at Rémi then pinched the rim of his top hat as to indicate a “hello” (but not remove the hat.) This was getting odd, but ‘odd’ was good only because it leads to answers that hopefully provide truth in what people are seeking.


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Being the type of guy that Rémi is when he is confused or somebody has the wrong information, he always wants to correct the problem and make sure everything is figured out to being correct. This is usually what he tries to do however his words were silenced by the blunt force of the powerful, commanding and magically forged war hammer of Thor’s dubbed Mjolnir. The force from the hit should have technically crushed his head, but in an instant as well as far as he can remember nothing has ever hit him so hard. The force literally nails Rémi in the side of the head and powerful hit caused what is called a magical velocity build up. The force sent Rémi up into the air at least one hundred feet and coming back down so far from the hit he landed a mile off the coast into the dark Atlantic Ocean.

“I did not see that coming,” Uncle Sam said to ‘Mad-Cat’, “I was just trying to find out if our friend was what I thought he was. No idea that these two had history, but they have been around on this Earth for who knows how long.” “We’re supposed to be fighting the bad guys not each other!” Mad-Cat yelled as he threw his hands up in the air, pulled his goggles down over his eyes and started to head towards the direction of the beach. “You’ll never find him,” Uncle Sam shouted, “He went beyond the


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beach fence and clear out into the Atlantic Ocean. This is not your friend’s first ride with his powers and things are beginning to put his brain back into order. You saw how the rain water which I think is what his problem is.” “His problem?” asked Mad-Cat in a loud tone as he continued to walk away, “Besides having his face crushed?” “He is a lot stronger than you think Mr. Mad-Cat,” Uncle Sam said, “I think his powers are the water and the memory loss, weakness, and some of strength. I cannot explain all things, but I am going to damn well try!” “I guess we’ll have to know some other time!” Mad-Cat shouted, “You and hammer guy have a great night!” “The name is Thor! I am the son of Odin and defender of the city of Asgard!” Thor shouted at Mad-Cat who ignored him and kept walking. “It’s okay Son of Odin,” Uncle Sam said, “you owed the guy a little pay back, I didn’t even think you guys knew each other or where in the same crowd of peers.” “You my old friend have spent way too much time on Midgard,” Thor laughed, “let us go get a drink and laugh this one off, shall we?” “How about you do that thing you do with Mjolnir and take me and you back over to the new continent where I know the proper places to get something worth drinking. I noticed you were wearing that bet that has that enchanted strength booster, you didn’t use any of that to…” “You told me we’d be facing powerful monsters,” laughed Thor putting his massive left arm around Uncle Sam, “I want to hear stories of these monsters so I can get prepared! It’s been some time since I faced any real threats down here. This should be interesting!” The next day, as the morning light comes over the city of London something is about to transpire out in the ocean. This time it was not a life boats filled with more survivors of sinking ships however it was something much more astounding. With one effortless leap from the closest reef underwater near the shore, what appears to be a man swims up to it and then stands on the surface of the hard reef getting his footing, squatting down and leaping upwards, torpedoing up through the water Essentially he had spring boarded his entire body to the top of the icy cold Atlantic and into the air. The Sealord once again rises only to be seen by dozens of small boats and military ships near the harbor area by the shore.


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This time now referring to himself as his given name for protecting the sea by his father Poseidon the “Sealord”, he comes to a stop from gravity, slamming into the ground, planting both bare feet into the wet sand on the beach where he just was at two days ago. The ‘Sealord’ walks up to the warped and broken boards and through the gates, but is immediately met by twenty-some U.S. and British forces with their guns drawn and aimed at him before he could step onto the walk way.

“Gentlemen,” Sealord finished up, “If you could pass a world to Royal British fighter pilot’s squadron leader, his name is…” “Joshua Lucas sir!” said one off the soldiers who proudly spoke up. “Of course,” Sealord smiled briefly, “let them know if I am needed in a further plans then I shall be back at my palace.” “Where’s your palace sir?” asked a U.S. soldier. “The one named Thor knows where to find me,” the Sealord said, “The isles is a great starting point, for now thank you for not being dumb and shooting me. I would have not enjoyed what I may have done in retaliation.”


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With Thor taking the lead with Uncle Sam next to him and Mad-Cat directly behind, everyone else slowly trails exception the archer with no name and the giant “Frank” monster that seems to be something that Uncle Sam seems to control or it follows his orders. Thor seems to recall the moment he was fighting the Midgard serpent centuries ago and wound up on this island and continues to go over the story about Lycus (Sealord) leaving him to die. “I don’t know the guy that well,” Uncle Sam adds whole walking next to Thor, “however, I think you made a mistake. It was centuries ago and once you two figure it out we can get back and help everyone win this war!” “I have been helping you mortals battle these axis of countries in this world war for some time,” Thor huffed, “The only reason I agreed to see it through is those Mechadryads tried to invade Asgard at one time. It was not long ago and though my twisted step brother Loki I deemed to be behind it I want to those monsters up close. The wrath of Thor still awaits them!”” “It appears we got company up fifty some yards up by the hill,” Madcat checking his ammo situation, “I think two are sitting on horses. “Exactly,” Spencer added, “we are just here to see the king and ask him for his help then leave with or without him.” “Thor, you take the lead, I’ll be on your left,” Uncle Sam said, “Everyone else assume positions of movement. Frank! I need you up from right behind me!” “Coming Uncle Sam! Frank is coming!” The awkward undead giant game stomping over to Sam, everyone was trying to figure out if this was the actual “Frankenstein’s monster” or just some clumsy looking monster, mutant type freak with scars all over his body that punches Nazi’s so hard in the face their head explode. Either way, “Frank” may have been stupid, but he was a valuable asset to Uncle Sam’s team.


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“The security?” asked Uncle Sam, “I recognize that symbol on your chest, but that’s what we are here for. We are here to see the King, we are friends and we need to speak to him.” “You mortals come to a sacred and forbidden island looking to speaking with the king of Atlantis,” Dorianne laughed, “if the King wanted you he would just summon you.” “I am Thor, son of Odin and I demand you let us through to see king!” Thor spoke up, “Which one of you is in charge of this security?” “I am quite aware who you are thunder God!” Dorianne laughed, “if you shouting your name along with your father’s name seems to get you your way else where it will not work here. Do you see this blade I have in my hand, thunder god?” “Sorry witch girl, I don’t know anything of your spider sword,” Thor said. “It is called the Widowmaker!” Dorianne shouted, “Originally created and forded in negative soul flames of Parthia by the dark assassins!” “The dark assassins?” asked Uncle Sam, “Why would one who worships Ares the God war want to hold a weapon designed to kill gods?” “I didn’t make it you foolish looking man!” Dorianne laughed at Uncle Sam’s outfit. “Why don’t we all just stop with the who’s got the bigger sword and let us talk with the King!” Mad-cat demanded, “I don’t know any of this mythology shit but I’m willing to start slugging it out here if you don’t grant us a fair request!” The one man with the long blond hair and the light armor drew his sword and took a swipe at Madcat who ducked back causing the sword to completely miss him. “I will kill you for speaking to milady in such tone,” the man shouted in anger.


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Finally, after a bit of finagling the group made their way to and from to the front part of the island to the area of the castle they were allowed in through the front the enormous foyer. Now they had finally come to the place where “Remi” or Lycus would be found with his queen. Her name was Alir Tos, before they realized it. “King Lycus, may I introduce your….”


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Copyright © 2017 Cosmicverse World Earth The Cosmicverse had decided to step back into the early days of World War II where the Axis was tr...

The Secret Origin (The Sealord): #1  

Copyright © 2017 Cosmicverse World Earth The Cosmicverse had decided to step back into the early days of World War II where the Axis was tr...

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