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Journal 80: Dr. Valdus Aria

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Year 109 P.A. (Post Apocalypse) - Earth Prime Location:  In a ramshackle makeshift skeleton of what was once called Treytown Time of Year:  Spring-ish Summer is not far, and I don't remember if it's March or April at this point. Now, to be fair my recollection of the day is short at best. I am told Thorfrid somehow got into a tussle with some of the R.E.D. troops while I was asleep. But really wasn't this only a matter of time anyhow? Thorfrid, fighting, not a huge leap there. Our chrome domed Valkyrie lives for this stuff. Waking up to battle sounds nearly sent me back to Copernicus-5. I nearly fell into some old and formerly comfortable habits. I came out saw the battle from our K-Dog armored transport. Raising my visor I offered some jerky to Turag, whom thanked me for the offer but declined the food.  Then I noticed Velma being attacked by a large group and coupled with: A) sounds of battle in the distance, and B) her recent admission that "she" or "we" were a burgeoning couple. I snapped and let loose some of the energy I used back on Copernicus-5. I extended my hand flaring green psychic energy flowing like ethereal flame from my eyes. I called her my girlfriend as the eight vanished in a burst of green light. As though I whisked them out of existence.  I am the angel of the emerald death. I teleported them roughly 60 feet down into the ground. Once they appeared gravity would do what gravity does with the tons of displaced rock. You could say I recycled them. I think they'll make better trees than soldiers.  I did my best to avoid throwing up when the power surge passed. I found myself sitting in the K-Dog's bathroom, shaking, in the dark. So I couldn't see the grin my face might have at tasting the power surge once again.  Another Lucky Shot. The Cyber Knights showed up and I mention nothing about what I have done. Turag and Velma have seen what I can do when amp'ed up. Mitnik the Mad saw it once to. I let the shining champions of justice be just what they are. My other teammates showed how useful they could be when they stopped a Titan Missile R.E.D. had unleashed from destroying everyone! Jonas the Butcher is apparently of the opinion if I can't have it no one can. Several days have gone by and we have been asked to infiltrate the base where the missile was launched from. I have been assisting in the creating of devices to cloak us. Alas, I have come full circle, I'm on another world, in another war, sneaking in to a base where my old skill set will really shine.  I haven't really spoken to anyone about the fight, would it even matter at this point? There will be words of encouragement, that I did what I had to, but at the end of the day killing is easy. Destroying is easy. What is rewarding and hard is healing. I just wish I was better at it.
You will have plenty of chances to heal, Valdus. If you succeed every time with your emerald energy does it ever become not just lucky shots?
killervp said: If you succeed every time with your emerald energy does it ever become not just lucky shots? He calls them lucky because otherwise he must acknowledge his skills with murder. He wants to forget that life he left behind. 
That actually makes sense- thank you
ThorFrid's defense, she was trying to make love not war,  She can't help R.E.D. Soldiers are all tiny package prudes.