u/ChugJuggernaut_

With a deafening impacts that sends millions of gallons of displaced ocean water smashing over the built in walls and outposts, Fin Fang Foom steps out of the fog and rain, his gargantuan emerald scaled body towering hundreds of feet into the flashing lightning. His massive wings unfurl and completely swallow the horizon. He looks down at the shore with malice, his nostrils flaring as he exhales a thick plume of smoke into the freezing rain.

"YOU STAND UPON MY SHORES AND DARE TO CALL IT A BORDER?”

the dragon rumbles, his voice a massive seismic wave that shatters windows for miles inland.

“YOU BRING YOUR METALS, YOUR TINY SOLDIERS, AND YOUR LITTLE LIGHTNING BOLTS. YOU WILL ALL REMEMBER WHO RULED THESE SEAS BEFORE."

Before him, the line is drawn. Dozens of Chinese battle tanks form a defensive wall along the coastal highway, their turrets rotating in unison as a squadron of stealth fighters tears through the low hanging storm clouds overhead. And right in the center of the military blockade stand the slightly out of place American founded Thunderbolts.

Fin Fang Foom lowers his massive head, his jaw opening as a blinding, super-heated plasma fire begins to ignite in the back of his throat. The military sirens wail, the tank treads grind into the mud, and the battle that will decide the fate of the Chinese mainland and further so the lives of potentially billions begins.

FOOOOOOM

The heavy stealth drop ship plummeted through a wall of black, stormy clouds, its hull rattling violently as it broke atmosphere over the coast of the Chinese mainland. The hangar doors hissed open, letting in the deafening roar of the winds, rain, and the distant earth-shaking footsteps of Fin Fang Foom.

From the comms tower back at base, Valentina's voice coldly spoke into every members earpiece.

"Alright, team. The target is currently approaching the beach. Drop down, draw the line, and show this dinosaur why you wear the lightning bolt. Hit 'em hard. First impressions are everything after all.”

Deep beneath the ocean floor, a cosmic entity that had slept for millennia suddenly awakens. The crust of the Earth groans, massive tectonic plates grinding together eventually erupting and breaking as a pair of massive, reptilian like eyes snap open.

For centuries, the fragile little mortals of the surface world built their cities, fought their petty wars, and forgot the true masters of the stars. They forgot the Kakaranatharian bloodline. They forgot the one that once choked the skies.

With a deafening roar that registers as a magnitude 7.0 earthquake on mainland seismographs, the massive scaled titan breaks through the ocean floor. The sea itself screams as his towering, winged self rises out of the boiling depths. He inhales the modern air, his nostrils flaring as he detects the unnatural scent of human pollution in the wind.

He raises his massive head towards the sky.

(Sometime this Saturday, Fin Fang Foom will fight the current Thunderbolts (though I may hold onto him for later events) and this little event will only be for Thunderbolts member. We are still taking any new members and will be for the foreseeable future until/If we get too many members. So if you want you can join the event if you join the Thunderbolts. Anyone who applies can join regardless of if they were a Thunderbolts members in any media, including OCs.)

The press room at the federal complex is packed, flashes blinding the podium as Contessa Valentina Allegra de Fontaine steps up to the microphones.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the era of relying on unchecked, unaccountable vigilantes to save us is officially over,"

Valentina announces.

“Today, I am proud to introduce the future of national security. The government's official response to global crisis. The newly reformed Thunderbolts!”

She pauses, gesturing to behind the stage. As the team steps up into the blinding camera flashes, joining her on the podium.

“You may have already seen some of our team out there on recent missions handling business that others are too afraid to touch.”

“From the historic presence of veterans like Atlas, to the specialized international oversight of Dr. Chen Lu AKA the Radioactive Man, the potential of Anthony Varez, and yes, even the unmatched power of Cain Marko. We have taken the world's most dangerous problems and turned them into the ultimate solution. The Thunderbolts are fully operational, they are under strict federal control, and they are exactly what this country needs to restore order. Sleep well tonight, America. We're on the clock."

(Ooc: still open to take new members)

He didn't do it for Valentina, and he certainly didn't do it for the government or Cytorakk. Cain did it because a person is a person and even if he didn’t wan this powers back or to really even be here he could atleast make the best of the situation.

He slammed his body against the shaky and titling foundation of the skyscraper for days…locking his legs and holding the entire structure upright until the police and firefighters could officially declare everyone as evacuated.

The moment he finally stepped away and let the building fall down and collapse, the media drones were already buzzing around his head. By that evening, every television screen in the country was flashing the exact same footage and had been for quite some while.

"An absolutely miraculous, yet deeply controversial scene out of the Times Square tonight. For over forty-eight hours straight, a skyscraper stood on the brink of a catastrophic collapse. Held up entirely by the god like strength of Cain Marko. The Juggernaut is back, but this time, he’s wearing a government uniform.

Sources have officially confirmed that the convicted felon has been drafted into the administration's newly forming Thunderbolts initiative. For the families who watched him hold up that skyscraper, Marko has instantly become a towering symbol of hope in a city that’s been plunged into chaos as of recently.

However, a fierce national debate has ignited over the optics of the rescue. Critics and legal advocates are furious that a man serving multiple consecutive life sentenced who’s a convicted murderer with a past defined by absolute destruction… is now being paraded on the streets as a savior. While the Thunderbolts are still actively assembling their roster, Washington officials are already calling the program a highly promising success, claiming that sometimes, it takes a “monster” to protect the innocent.

But the same question remains on everyone's mind tonight can such a killer truly earn forgiveness?"

With a low roar, the Juggernaut charged the heavy doors.

“I'm getting out,”

Cain thought, the feeling of hope building in his chest for the first time in a long time.

“I'm breaking out, and I'm saving my family.”

"I wouldn't take another step if I were you, Cain."

Valentina’s voice didn't come from the PA system. It echoed directly inside his head, broadcast through the hidden receiver in his skull.

But Cain didn't slow down. He smashed right through the doors.

Valentina calmly tapped a red icon on her tablet as a brutal spike of electricity exploded at the base of Cain's neck.

The Juggernaut didn't lose consciousness, but his legs instantly gave out. His massive, armored body hit the floor with a deafening crash, skidding across the steel boards.

He lay there paralyzed, his limbs twitching as the crimson energy around his skin flickered.

Valentina stepped through the ruined doorway, casually walking over the debris. She looked down at the twitching giant with a smug smile.

"Did you really think I didn't plan for this?"

She asked, still holding the tablet in her hand.

Cain tried to push himself up.

His regained mystic healing factor kicked in, but Valentina just pressed the button again, forcing him back down.

"You think I'd let a nine hundred pound monster run around with god magic without a leash?"

Valentina asked.

“That nano-tech we slipped into your neck doesn't care about Cyttorak, Cain. It answers to me. You try to run, you fry. You try to play hero, you fry."

She signaled the guards, who cautiously moved forward with heavy-duty shackles.

"Now,"

Valentina whispered, leaning over his massive helmet.

“Are we going to behave, or do I shock you again and again and again for the next three hours?"

The ritual circle hummed and rumbled, a sickening mix of black-market Sorcery and government science. Cain Marko was pinned dow in the center of a massive circle, heavy titanium clamps locking his bare wrists and ankles to the ceiling.

The air cracked and bled a violent, shifting crimson. The Crimson Cosmos.

"Shut it down!"

Cain roared as the vacuum of the portal that was beginning to form on the floor beneath him started to pull at him, trying to drag him back to the master he was betrayed and manipulated by.

“I told you... I am not... his puppet anymore!"

From the reinforced observation booth, Valentina's voice cut through the PA system.

“You don't have a choice, Cain. Your body can survive a few minutes of dimensional displacement, but your mind won't. Reach out. Grab the gem. And give my pal Cyttorak his favorite toy back, or die and never see your so called friends again."

The ceiling started to lower, inching Cain closer and closer to the portal. The portal itself was a pitting out a scorching heat that blisters the skin on Cains face. Deep within the shifting void, the Crimson Gem of Cyttorak hovers, radiating a toxic, familiar power that calls directly to him.

As he approached an arms length from the gem Valentina spoke once more.

“I’m gonna give you one chance Cain Marko. One. Chance.”

The clamps around his wrists opened as his legs were kept in place and plummeted forward with some serious whiplash.

His mind raced.

“I can do this. I'll take the gem. I'll take his power, break out of this laboratory, and then I'll abandon Val and her little squad. I'll use it for good. I'll save my friends.”

With a guttural scream of absolute fury and desperate calculation, Cain closed his massive, calloused fingers around the stone.

The instant his skin made contact the laboratory briefly vanished. A blinding, deafening wave of raw, cosmic crimson energy exploded upward. When the smoke finally cleared, the portal was gone. Standing in the crater was a towering, heavy breathing shadow.

The Juggernaut, reborn, and holding a secret agenda of his own.

"Let’s skip the flag-waving and the boy scout speeches, shall we? We all know how the world really works."

She leans forward, resting her elbows on the desk.

"This is an open invitation—a casting call, if you will—for the people the world likes to call “problems.”

She takes a moment to take a sip of her drink before continuing.

“The ones currently sitting in a containment cell doing consecutive life sentences. The ones hiding in the shadows because the feds or the mob put a target on your back. The ones who used to be gods, monsters, or heroes until the universe stripped away your crowns and left you in the dirt."

She shrugs slightly, taking another slow sip of her drink.

"The government has a dream. A dream of a clean, orderly world. But to build a dream like that, you need people who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty. So right now, the Thunderbolts are expanding our roster. If you have raw power, specialized skills, or really any particular talent, I can offer you a clean slate. I sign the paperwork, the cell doors open, and your past disappears. All you have to do is put on our uniform, follow my orders, and get rid of the targets I give you."

Her smile sharpens, turning entirely cold.

"Of course, you can always choose to stay exactly where you are. You can rot in your cages, hide in your holes, and watch the world pass you by. But if you’re tired of being helpless, if you want your life back, and if you’re ready to be of actual use... my door is open."

"Drop your dossier. State your powers, your current predicament, and really just why you’re worth my time. Let's see if you have what it takes to wear the lightning bolt."

The screen cuts to black, leaving only a white government emblem.

(OOC: Open to anyone to apply and interact, I’m building a new thunderbolts squad with Valentina Allegra de Fontaine as the director though they won’t be the new avengers or anything.)

"Tragic, isn't it?"

Contessa Valentina Allegra de Fontaine stepped into the room Cain was watching the news on. She looked at the screen like some sort of spectacle.

“Let me go down there. I can step between them before they kill each other. That’s the only damn reason I joined isn’t it?”

Valentina let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

“Step between them? Oh, Cain. Look at you. No crimson armor. No mystical helmet. Cyttorak stripped his favorite little toy and threw him in the dirt. You go down there right now, and you die before you can even cross the driveway if you don’t pick a side”

Cain stood up defensively.

"I'm still strong enough to lift a tank, lady. I don't need the magic stone to handle my business anymore. Just let me do me.”

"I have a dozen people on the roster who can lift a tank, Marko. I don't need a strongman,"

Valentina said, her voice dropping into a cold whisper as she stepped right into his space pointing a fingernail against his chest.

“I didn't give you a spot on the Thunderbolts just to watch you play hero."

Cain’s jaw tightened, the veins in his neck bulging.

"Then what the hell am I doing here? You signed the paperwork. You said the team needed me."

"We do. But I need the real you,"

Valentina smirked, leaning against a table.

Cain went entirely still. The pieces finally clicked. The easy deal, the quick release, the instant testing and trials. He thought he was earning his freedom. But she had been playing a completely different game.

“You're going to go back into the cosmos. You're going to beg Cyttorak to take you back. You're going to bring me that god-level power…”

She leaned in as dozens of guards flooded in as Cain remained shellshocked.

"And when you open that door to the Crimson Cosmos again, Cain Marko... you'll be doing for the Thunderbolts. Got it?”

The guards began to restrain Cain and point their guns as Cain hopelessly tried to break free.

“Now you can either abide, or we can do this the hard way and force you to do it.”

The capture and imprisonment is broadcasted across the nation by the government and the media. Despite his current state being that of a human form he is put in top containment.

Technically he is awaiting trial though most
See his permanent imprisonment as an inevitability. He expected to serve 30 to 40 life sentences likely without bail though some people demand the death sentence.

Let’s keep this consistent and grow the community for when he definitely inevitably certainly comes.

If you guys can take some time to make some of your own posts please! If not that’s totally okay too! It doesn’t have to be super complex or original it can be a general question/discussion, fanart, concept (picture not needed), and or anything else related to Juggernaut and Marvel Rivals in some way.

Once we reach a consistent amount of involvement and posts I’ll put up a post for moderator applications (I’ll prolly accept most people especially if they’re on pc. But right now more mods are not urgently needed so it’s fine.)

Without the magic of Cyttorak, I’m just an ordinary man and walking so much miles straight down the highway in heavy civilian clothes takes its toll. My joints ache, my feet are blistered, and my lungs burn with every breath.

But I didn't stop. Not when the state police sirens faded behind me, and not when my legs felt like they were going to collapse under my own massive weight.

And I’m finally here, back with my peers, my friends, my family in some cases. But what the hell happened? Everyone seems dejected and down, did… did they lose? That’s impossible the X-Men are the strongest fellas I know no way that Apocalypse is stronger…

I take a moment to sit in silence away from the noise of everyone else planning, catching up, consoling eachother.

Meditation.

I was never great at it but it’s helped through some tough times so far. I sit in silence alone distanced from the rest of the pack.

My eyes are closed, my mind is more focused than it was. Not healed, not fearless, not magical. But able to function.

Behind the bars in this federal transport van, I heard something the officer driving me must’ve been listening to. Sounded like some news report.

“We are coming to you live via chopper over Westchester, where an unprecedented mutant standoff is currently unfolding. The ancient mutant extremist known as Apocalypse has breached the airspace of the Xavier Institute. Flanked by four entities identifying themselves as his “Horsemen,” Apocalypse has reportedly declared a sort of ownership over the estate. Sources say the X-Men are heavily outmatched. No major conflict has broken out yet, but analysts describe the mansion as a powder keg waiting to blow..."

Apocalypse. The big blue bastard thinks he can just march onto the lawn and threaten my friends to join his stupid cause while I'm being carted off to some sterile courtroom?

Now I’ll admit it—this is damn near suicide. But for the closest people to family I have left? I’ll do anything and fight anyone.

"Hey! Turn this damn truck around!"

I roar as I slam my cuffed hands against the vans walls causing a dent in the metal. But the driver slams on the gas pedals causing me to fall on my back as he laughed at me…

“Sit down, Marko! You've got a date with a federal judge in fifteen minutes.”

"You don't get it, you idiot!"

I yell back, pushing myself off the floor, my muscles straining against the cuff until the casing begins to crack.

“There won't be a federal government left to try me if that monster tears it all down! Let me out!"

“And what are you gonna do? You ain’t even got any powers now,"

The guard's chuckle when they hear my protests.

“Let the law and actual heroes deal with it.”

I sigh and sit down.

Think. THINK!

The court can wait. The cell can wait. My penance can wait until there’s still a world left to stand trial in.

I close my eyes, leaning my forehead against the cold steel wall. I don't have the Juggernaut's magic right now. I don't have the armor. But I have the weight of every mistake I've ever made pushing me forward, and right now, that's more than enough momentum.

I take a deep, shaky breath, planting my boots firmly against the floorboards feeling a slight bit of calmness from some techniques Danny taught me in our meditation.

I'm getting out of this truck.

I scream through my teeth, try to pull my hands as far away from eachother as I can, and eventually with one massive heave I manage to snap the cuffs in half.

Before the guards up front can even process the warning alarm on their dashboard, I throw my entire body weight into the rear doors of the van. The heavy steel locks shear right off. The doors fly open into the roaring wind of the highway, and I dive out into a hard roll onto the asphalt. It’s pitch black but I still probably stick out like a sore thumb. I always have.

The van screeches to a halt behind me, sirens instantly wailing. I don't even look back. I push myself up onto my feet, my joints aching, and lock my eyes north.

I’m coming, kids. Hold on.

Through the mansions tall glass windows, red and blue emergency lights slice through the morning mist. Dozens of heavily armed vehicles and even a few helicopters—marked with the insignias of the Office of National Emergency (O.N.E.)—line the driveway and the entire perimeter.

But as panic occurs throughout the campus so early in the morning they make it clear they aren't here for a mutant raid or anything of that sorts. But for a certain “reformed” criminal.

Outside, a loudspeaker crackles to life, booming across the manicured lawns.

"Cain Marko. You are under arrest by federal authority for acts of domestic terrorism, mass destruction, and un-remedied casualties under the aliases Kuurth, Breaker of Stone and The Juggernaut. Step outside with your hands visible, or we will breach."

Cain Marko woke up to the blur of noise, and a countdown blaring from the megaphones.

“100..99…98…”

He pieced things together soon enough. Navigating his way out of bed, he stumbled through the stampede of chaos filling the mansion halls. He saw his friends being yelled at and yelling back in defiance. Though his chest tightened with nervousness, he couldn’t let the others know. He couldn’t seem weak. Not now.

“3…2…1…”

He burst through the mansions front doors with his hands held high. He didn’t try to deny them or even question what they were here for.

He began to step forward into the blinding glare of a dozen spotlights. Dozens of high-caliber rifles instantly tracking his massive chest. A O.N.E. commander stepped forward, holding a pair of heavy, custom made large cuffs. The previously unstoppable Juggernaut was cornered, not by a supervillain or superhero, but by the law he had spent a lifetime running from.

(Ooc: not really event you guys can interact and get mad at the police or accept it but I don’t intend for a war to start. This is starting off an event where a juggernaut gets arrested for his crimes in court and maybe goes to prison for a bit.)

It prolly went down now it’s been 3 days I was kinda late, I’ll try to get the sub active again.

Cain arrived in the kitchen, early in the morning. Grabbing a snack from the closet before announcing something to everyone.

“Now I know most of you ain’t got the best relationship with my bud Tom, but after he finishes this interview with Gosamyr he’ll he on his way out so the few of you who didn’t hate em are welcome to join us on a night out!”

And as he finishes his announcement he start to walk back to his room, before pausing and turning around.

“Oh yeah, and we leave around noon.”

(Ooc: I might make a post later on my tom account as black tom set at a bar.)