ThreeA - Adventure Kartel : The Red Atonement JC.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

- Psalm 23:4

When thou goest out to battle against thine enemies, and seest horses, and chariots, and a people more than thou, be not afraid of them: for the LORD thy God is with thee, which brought thee up out of the land of Egypt.

- Deuteronomy 20:1

And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood;

- Revelation 6:12

A (mis) interpretation:

 

Name: Javier Fernandes Chigurh.

Alias: The Fighting JC.

Age: 50 years old.

Affiliation: Manny's Gym (former); The Thirteen Acolytes (former); The Adventure Kartel Collective (current).

Abilities: "The Exegesis", "The Red Atonement" - divine empowerment; "The Ten Commandments", "Palm in the Face" - divine martial art; "The Eye of Providence" - divine sight; "The Revelation" - enhanced wisdom/knowledge; divine protection; prayer empowerment; indomitable will; purification; healing; exorcism; peak human physiology.

Std. armaments: Himself.

 

2001. New Andria. District 12. Tommy Mission is listening to Garland and Faust new release in his record shop doubling up as home when the vid-vox beeps. 'Bonjour. Vinyl Mission, this is Tomm..' answers Tommy before he is cuts off by an incredibly agitated, gaunt looking face and loud voice. 'TOMMY! WHERE'S JC?!' asks Baron Seth von Sydow. 'The f*** I know, old man. What am I? His nanny?' retorts Tommy. 'You've got an attitude, sonny. I shall personally yank your jaw off but not tonight. So, WHERE. IS. JC?' the Baron asks once more. 'No offense blood drinker but I DON'T F***KIN' KNOW!' Tommy shouts back. There's no love lost between the 1000 years old New Andria''s dhampir governor-general and the young, hip mage and monstrum venatorum. Caught in between their animosity is Lil Shadow, the Baron's 300 years old youngest daughter whom Tommy is hopelessly in love with. 'Listen boykie, I need to know where the old man is, because this is serious, capisce?' said the Baron. 'Everything and anything is serious from and about you. If it is so serious, why calling me? Johan is around. And its not like there is Zomb incursion into the town,' Tommy replies. 'That's precisely IT! Foolish child. Didn't you hear the siren? And I thought you are supposedly having a Batcave in there. How the AK continues to survive really perplexes me,' the Baron growls. Tommy keeps quiet for a second. Seth might be right. He was so busy listening to the music with his Sennheiser just now, Tommy would not have heard the siren. And the alarm - which would automatically cut off any activities within the shop when armed and activated - is due for a maintenance of which Tommy keeps postponing. 'Ok, yeah. So what's up? Why the urgency, ahem, Guv,nor?' Tommy changes his tune. 'Only because of Elizabeth I am doing this, Tommy. Only because of Liz. Coz she thinks of you as her closest friend in three centuries. Get that in your thick skull. Now, two hours ago, the Eye picked up a platoon of Warzombs on the Southern Gate. An engagement occurred against them with the ANKOUs. Those maggots bypass the hydro-wall by using a breacher siege drill and tunnelled beneath the defence perimeter. We got it under control but turns out to be a ruse to turn our attention away from the actual assault,' explains the Baron. 'The actual assault? Which is?' Tommy asks. 'A mega-swarm. In the South West. De-activated all electronics through an EMP from the Glow Worm, including the hydro-wall. Once the super high pressure jet was off, they threw themselves against the walls so thickly that even the super-viscous liquid could not keep them out. Bloody Zombs. Use their own pile of mangled, tangled bodies to climb and creep over into...,' the Baron about to continue before Tommy cuts him off this time. 'District 10...' Tommy face drains itself of blood and looks pale. 'It is wiped out before the ANKOUs could even respond. When they did arrived, District 10 is no more,' the Baron suddenly looks paler than his already pale face. 'How many Seth?' asks Tommy. The Baron keeps quiet. Tears begin to well up on Tommy's eyes. 'We managed to patch up the generators but the melta towers had automatically burnt everything down. The KA Mumbs and ANKOUs reinforcement pushed back the remaining Zombs but...there's nothing left there,' says the Baron. Of course. Just liquid, vaporised matters of what used to be buildings...and people. 'They captured several hundreds back to the Carrion City,' the Baron adds. 'What has all this got to do with JC then?' Tommy asks while fighting back more tears. He instinctively thought of the anti-depressants. 'Since the steady built-up and massing of Zombots at the Northern Frontier borders from the islands across Adriatic Sea, we've been talking to that son of a corpse Zomb MD. A negotiation to put down what would be a major attack across the entire coastal line by the Bots. You couldn't possibly miss the sound of the forges firing up again, could you?' explains the Baron. 'YOU WHAT?! A united front with the Zomb Horde? I thought you are mad but I couldn't believe what I am hearing right now,' Tommy bristles with anger. 'LISTEN! New Andria would not survive a two front assaults! I have no choice. Everything gonna go if I didn't! You know damn well that we are not prepared for any Bots attack,' the Baron shouts. 'What's in for the Carrion Lord, then huh?' Tommy questions Seth. 'Vengeance. It seems his beef with King Thumb and the other Bots warbosses are greater than the long feud against...me and this town,' replies the Baron. 'But he goddamn massacred District 10! You and that filthy bastard owes District 10 an apology!' screams Tommy. 'It wasn't him. A sub-horde decided to break away after hearing about the alliance. Took matters into their own rotten hands,' said the Baron. 'And you choose to believe him? That's real sweet. The dhampir and the plague lord holding hands after years of fighting. Now that's a Hallmark moment. What for, huh? Is this all that it comes to? Shiny happy people, Guv?' chides Tommy. 'I don't expect nor want your trust coz I don't need one. My decision is above you boyo. The alliance ends when the Bots are pushed back or preferably annihilated. I don't owe anyone any apology,' the Baron says. 'In fact, why am I explain all these to you? Now, where is JC? Coz I don't want him going "Rambo" on the Zomb Horde, got it?' said the Baron. 'That's what he would be doing right now if I were him, Seth,' replies Tommy. 'Do you expect him to come back alive?' asks the Baron. Tommy just keeps mum and switches off the vid-vox. He invokes the Hand of Fate. And sees the outcome. Tommy hears the mocking laughter of his dead childhood pals, and of Fortuna.

Carrion City. In the darkness of global dimming, JC arrives. Alone. The winds howl. Debris roll around mounds, pits of human bones and rusting war machine carcasses. The Warzomb sentries couldn't believe their glassy eyes over the watchtower. 'Fockin 'ell. 'Tis 'im!' say the sentries and sounds the alarm. 'Commanda, lookit!' points a Warzomb. The Potato Commander stands and behind his veil, gurgles. 'He finally losses it. Fire at 'im with all youse got, boet,' the Blightful One orders. JC roars and the "Exegesis" super plasma heated blast vaporise pockets of Warzomb on defences within the entire perimeters in their pillboxes. A chain of massive explosions occur. The Warzombs run helter skelter. Potato ducks for cover. He avoids the divine energy blast in the nick of time and retreats. 'Bad day...,' says Ol' Potato. 'Zomb MD! Hear me! One thousand heads I shall take tonight! Tonight! The Red Night!' screams JC as he smites open the Black Gate. The massive iron gate is imprinted with his palms. 'C'mon you worms!' JC challenges and thus begins an epic battle. One man against thousands upon thousands of the Zomb Horde, arm with all sorts of melee weapons, pilling, clawing and biting at him. JC stands his ground, pushing ever deeper into the labyrinth-like Carrion City innards with unstoppable berserker rage. JC finds himself fighting in semi-dark, tight spaces, claustrophobic, haphazard corridors of foul smelling filths, the air choking with flies and diseases, floors thick with slimes and crawling madness, and rotting structures seeping with decay. He wades through the still moving torn up Zombs. Unstable structures fall and give way, dredging up foul debris all over. JC decapitates the Zombs as he moves ever forward. Deep within the Necropolis, the Heart of Darkness screams, 'The Son is here!' The Zomb MD seems calm while continuing with his zombification works on unfortunate victims. 'Do something!' shrieks the Heart. 'Nothing can be done. This is no man,' the Plague Lord replies. A mighty punch caused a group of Zombs to smash through a wall. JC reaches a massive hall, nightmarish with its Nurgleth-tainted, twisted bio-mechanical architecture. A sort of death-metal like concert seems to be going on. Dragos Eraphis and the Cloven Hearts, champion of the Plaguebearers and the Apostles of Contagion do not stand a chance as JC plows through them and the walking dead crowds. 'F***! Not when we're into our final encore! JC, you...,' Eraphis is about to say something before Javier gives him a Palm in the Face. Dragos blocks the blow but it is strong enough to hurl him several meters into the air and smacks right into a speaker. 'No, no, no. Not the K5!' says Dragos as JC smashes the champion's prized bass signed by Fieldy. 'Oi Antonius?' says JC. 'Yeah?' replies Dragos. 'Korn sucks!' Dragos throws the Judgement of Carrion at JC. He deftly catches the plague axe and hurls it back to Dragos, embeds it right between his eyes. 'Of all nights...,' muttered the champion as he falls into unconsciousness. The Zomb Horde begins to rush at JC, surrounding him. 'You just costs us two hundred brains for the concert! Refund!' shouts some of the Zombs. As JC tithers on total physical breakdown, he is suddenly imbue with new found rigour. He begins to turn red with wrath in entirety. 'Red atonement, motherf***ers,' said JC with a wheezing and hoarse voice. JC then jumps into the air and lands upon the primary congregation of the Zomb Horde...

'Half-breed. I thought we have an agreement. Do you not trust me? District 10 isn't of my doing. A rogue horde,' said the vile creature on the other end of the vid-vox. 'No, you filth, I never trusts you and will never be. But I have no choice and so do you right?' replies the Baron. 'Indeed. The feelings mutual. The new captives are un-harmed, though you may wanna inoculate them as soon as possible. I shall release the captives back to you before 10.15pm tonight,' says the Zomb MD. 'Why 10.15pm?' asks the Baron. 'Coz it sounds...cool,' replies the Zomb MD. 'And you owe me an explanation for JC's incursion into my city. He truly is, one of the greatest champions of New Andria. Mowing down one third of my Horde with nary a thought, and taking down some of my greatest Zombs, blood red with wrath due to some mis-placed sense of righteousness,' says the Zomb MD. 'I don't owe you any explanation. His act is of his own. Without any clearance from me. He shall be severely dealt with when he comes back,' replies the Baron. 'Oh, I think you can save that for Tommy. 'Coz JC is dead. Here. Look. A recording of the incursion,' says the plague lord as he transmits a separate vid-vox to the Baron. Indeed, JC had gone "Rambo" alright. But towards the end, it looks like JC fell into a chasm, pulled by a chain of several hundreds of falling Zombs clinging onto one another. The image is quite fuzzy. 'If he's dead, so be it,' says the Baron with a tinge of sadness.
Some where several miles away from the Carrion City. JC walks out from the foul putrid sewerage pipelines. A Zomb, calling himself Terence, had found him un-conscious and woke him up. Suffering from total physical exhaustion, body broken, JC summons his last ounce of strength, says a prayer and crawls through miles of the sewerage tunnels. Exiting the foul place, JC takes one last glance at New Andria and walks off to clean himself and recuperate.

 

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The Red Atonement JC (or is it the Red Night JC?) is surprise drop which features an all blood red colour-way plus a bonus severed Zomb head (I got the red haired one). I just couldn't resist a JC to be honest. Couldn't go wrong with one. Later, a Custard Hair Killer JC is released but that one has a tighter window of preorder but its ok coz not really into blond JC anyway. Something about an all red JC which heighten the already mean fighting machine new look to another level.