*Thwack* A folder stuffed with pages landed on my desk, drawing my eyes up to the deliverer. "What's this?" I put down my current field report and examine the new documents. The man, a coworker of mine named Ward, shrugged, "Call it what you like. A promotion, new orders, or a job offer but your duty as a field agent for S.H.I.E.L.D. is over." A look of horror crossed over my expression. "What!? They can't just... take me out of the field, just like that." A phone rang somewhere in the building, interrupting me. "Hey, look Nathaniel. I don't make the decisions." With that, Ward ambled out of my life... or so I thought. "They can't do this to me." I thought, "I... I've worked so hard to get here." I had no idea what to do. A life's work only to be transferred to a science division. Talk about lameness.
My name is Nathaniel Creed. Two years ago, I started out as a S.H.I.E.L.D. S.T.R.I.K.E. team field agent and backup engineer/pilot. I had a wife, a daughter, and a dog... the perfect family. Everything was going for me just fine until Ward's visit. This story of mine tells of a series of events that lead up to my eventual end as a vigilante. It tells of my struggles, hardships, and emotional breakdowns leading up to this final goal. My inward thoughts, feelings, and ideas are expressed here for your entertainment. This is a story of my code of conduct, my moral code. This is a story about the Kestrel's Creed.
Part 1
The Beginning
Ward's document delivery turned out to be a Transfer Order. That meant I was no longer a S.H.I.E.L.D. field agent and I was to move all my things to a Research Facility in Afghanistan, where I would be helping in a project whose goal was to find a solution for individualized flight. My entire family would have to move from the USA to a stinky, run down village in Afghanistan. Great. Can't wait to tell my wife, Tamsen. I slammed the door to my car, stepping onto the pavement. Briefly scanning the area, I opened the back trunk of my car which held all my weapons, gear, and documents. "Daddy!" I heard my sweet girl, Talitha, sing as she burst out the front door of our house to meet me. I knelt down as she plowed into my arms. "Hey, sweetheart. How are you today?" She squeezed me in her arms affectionately. "Good. We studied how water has a surface tension in science today." I smiled, "Oh, that's good stuff to know. Now, wanna help me get all this gear inside?" As her eyes fell on my gear, her smile vanished. "You've been transferred again?" I sighed sadly. I had hopes she wouldn't notice so fast. "Yes. But I'm no longer a field agent, so Mama will be happy, right?" I attempted to joke and hoisted a box of documents out of the car, carrying it in. Talitha grabbed my rifle case and followed me in. As I entered the house, the smell of my favorite food entered my nostrils. "Ah... your Mama's famous spaghetti is on the menu tonight, ah?" "Yes sir, we thought it would be a lovely surprise for you tonight." I set the box onto a couch as my wife rounded the corner to greet me. "Oh, welcome back." She breathed, embracing me in her arms. "Thank you, honey." "He's been transferred again." Talitha spouted off thoughtlessly. Tamsen's grin faded. "What? I thought you said this would be our last move." "I said I hoped it was our last move. Big difference." I grinned mischievously and made an attempt to change the subject. "Is that spaghetti I smell in there?" Her face lit up again. "Yes, Talitha and I decided you deserved a surprise." She whirred around on her heel and tip toed back into the kitchen. I turned slowly to face my daughter. "What was that, you little snitch?" I asked playfully. Her face beamed devilishly. "Sorry Daddy." "Forgiven." I nodded to follow me and we proceeded to put everything away and get ready for the move.
Two weeks later, after the move, my alarm chirped at 4 am, faithfully getting me up. I got dressed for the day's work, kissed my wife and daughter goodbye, and rushed off to work. Once, I passed the Research Facility's security, I navigated my way to my team's lab. Inside, I found the place arranged for a meeting. "Good, you're here. Welcome, Nathaniel Creed. We're glad you could join us." The man at the head of the room smiled and picked up a dry erase marker. He then turned to address all the scientists and engineers in the room. "You've all been selected to come here because of your knowledge in aviation, astrophysics, and molecular science. S.H.I.E.L.D. has given you the task of continuing upgrades on the Exo-7 Falcon. These expected upgrades include, but are not limited to: faster flight acceleration, easier maneuverability, and more body protection to help keep gunfire casualties at a minimum. Do you understand your task?" We all nodded in agreement. "Great." He smiled happily. "Then, let's get started."
*Thwack* A folder stuffed with pages landed on my desk, drawing my eyes up to the deliverer. "What's this?" I put down my current field report and examine the new documents. The man, a coworker of mine named Ward, shrugged, "Call it what you like. A promotion, new orders, or a job offer but your duty as a field agent for S.H.I.E.L.D. is over." A look of horror crossed over my expression. "What!? They can't just... take me out of the field, just like that." A phone rang somewhere in the building, interrupting me. "Hey, look Nathaniel. I don't make the decisions." With that, Ward ambled out of my life... or so I thought. "They can't do this to me." I thought, "I... I've worked so hard to get here." I had no idea what to do. A life's work only to be transferred to a science division. Talk about lameness.
My name is Nathaniel Creed. Two years ago, I started out as a S.H.I.E.L.D. S.T.R.I.K.E. team field agent and backup engineer/pilot. I had a wife, a daughter, and a dog... the perfect family. Everything was going for me just fine until Ward's visit. This story of mine tells of a series of events that lead up to my eventual end as a vigilante. It tells of my struggles, hardships, and emotional breakdowns leading up to this final goal. My inward thoughts, feelings, and ideas are expressed here for your entertainment. This is a story of my code of conduct, my moral code. This is a story about the Kestrel's Creed.
Part 1
The Beginning
Ward's document delivery turned out to be a Transfer Order. That meant I was no longer a S.H.I.E.L.D. field agent and I was to move all my things to a Research Facility in Afghanistan, where I would be helping in a project whose goal was to find a solution for individualized flight. My entire family would have to move from the USA to a stinky, run down village in Afghanistan. Great. Can't wait to tell my wife, Tamsen. I slammed the door to my car, stepping onto the pavement. Briefly scanning the area, I opened the back trunk of my car which held all my weapons, gear, and documents. "Daddy!" I heard my sweet girl, Talitha, sing as she burst out the front door of our house to meet me. I knelt down as she plowed into my arms. "Hey, sweetheart. How are you today?" She squeezed me in her arms affectionately. "Good. We studied how water has a surface tension in science today." I smiled, "Oh, that's good stuff to know. Now, wanna help me get all this gear inside?" As her eyes fell on my gear, her smile vanished. "You've been transferred again?" I sighed sadly. I had hopes she wouldn't notice so fast. "Yes. But I'm no longer a field agent, so Mama will be happy, right?" I attempted to joke and hoisted a box of documents out of the car, carrying it in. Talitha grabbed my rifle case and followed me in. As I entered the house, the smell of my favorite food entered my nostrils. "Ah... your Mama's famous spaghetti is on the menu tonight, ah?" "Yes sir, we thought it would be a lovely surprise for you tonight." I set the box onto a couch as my wife rounded the corner to greet me. "Oh, welcome back." She breathed, embracing me in her arms. "Thank you, honey." "He's been transferred again." Talitha spouted off thoughtlessly. Tamsen's grin faded. "What? I thought you said this would be our last move." "I said I hoped it was our last move. Big difference." I grinned mischievously and made an attempt to change the subject. "Is that spaghetti I smell in there?" Her face lit up again. "Yes, Talitha and I decided you deserved a surprise." She whirred around on her heel and tip toed back into the kitchen. I turned slowly to face my daughter. "What was that, you little snitch?" I asked playfully. Her face beamed devilishly. "Sorry Daddy." "Forgiven." I nodded to follow me and we proceeded to put everything away and get ready for the move.
Two weeks later, after the move, my alarm chirped at 4 am, faithfully getting me up. I got dressed for the day's work, kissed my wife and daughter goodbye, and rushed off to work. Once, I passed the Research Facility's security, I navigated my way to my team's lab. Inside, I found the place arranged for a meeting. "Good, you're here. Welcome, Nathaniel Creed. We're glad you could join us." The man at the head of the room smiled and picked up a dry erase marker. He then turned to address all the scientists and engineers in the room. "You've all been selected to come here because of your knowledge in aviation, astrophysics, and molecular science. S.H.I.E.L.D. has given you the task of continuing upgrades on the Exo-7 Falcon. These expected upgrades include, but are not limited to: faster flight acceleration, easier maneuverability, and more body protection to help keep gunfire casualties at a minimum. Do you understand your task?" We all nodded in agreement. "Great." He smiled happily. "Then, let's get started."
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*Thwack* A folder stuffed with pages landed on my desk, drawing my eyes up to the deliverer. "What's this?" I put down my current field report and examine the new documents. The man, a coworker of mine named Ward, shrugged, "Call it what you like. A promotion, new orders, or a job offer but your duty as a field agent for S.H.I.E.L.D. is over." A look of horror crossed over my expression. "What!? They can't just... take me out of the field, just like that." A phone rang somewhere in the building, interrupting me. "Hey, look Nathaniel. I don't make the decisions." With that, Ward ambled out of my life... or so I thought. "They can't do this to me." I thought, "I... I've worked so hard to get here." I had no idea what to do. A life's work only to be transferred to a science division. Talk about lameness.
My name is Nathaniel Creed. Two years ago, I started out as a S.H.I.E.L.D. S.T.R.I.K.E. team field agent and backup engineer/pilot. I had a wife, a daughter, and a dog... the perfect family. Everything was going for me just fine until Ward's visit. This story of mine tells of a series of events that lead up to my eventual end as a vigilante. It tells of my struggles, hardships, and emotional breakdowns leading up to this final goal. My inward thoughts, feelings, and ideas are expressed here for your entertainment. This is a story of my code of conduct, my moral code. This is a story about the Kestrel's Creed.
Part 1
The Beginning
Ward's document delivery turned out to be a Transfer Order. That meant I was no longer a S.H.I.E.L.D. field agent and I was to move all my things to a Research Facility in Afghanistan, where I would be helping in a project whose goal was to find a solution for individualized flight. My entire family would have to move from the USA to a stinky, run down village in Afghanistan. Great. Can't wait to tell my wife, Tamsen. I slammed the door to my car, stepping onto the pavement. Briefly scanning the area, I opened the back trunk of my car which held all my weapons, gear, and documents. "Daddy!" I heard my sweet girl, Talitha, sing as she burst out the front door of our house to meet me. I knelt down as she plowed into my arms. "Hey, sweetheart. How are you today?" She squeezed me in her arms affectionately. "Good. We studied how water has a surface tension in science today." I smiled, "Oh, that's good stuff to know. Now, wanna help me get all this gear inside?" As her eyes fell on my gear, her smile vanished. "You've been transferred again?" I sighed sadly. I had hopes she wouldn't notice so fast. "Yes. But I'm no longer a field agent, so Mama will be happy, right?" I attempted to joke and hoisted a box of documents out of the car, carrying it in. Talitha grabbed my rifle case and followed me in. As I entered the house, the smell of my favorite food entered my nostrils. "Ah... your Mama's famous spaghetti is on the menu tonight, ah?" "Yes sir, we thought it would be a lovely surprise for you tonight." I set the box onto a couch as my wife rounded the corner to greet me. "Oh, welcome back." She breathed, embracing me in her arms. "Thank you, honey." "He's been transferred again." Talitha spouted off thoughtlessly. Tamsen's grin faded. "What? I thought you said this would be our last move." "I said I hoped it was our last move. Big difference." I grinned mischievously and made an attempt to change the subject. "Is that spaghetti I smell in there?" Her face lit up again. "Yes, Talitha and I decided you deserved a surprise." She whirred around on her heel and tip toed back into the kitchen. I turned slowly to face my daughter. "What was that, you little snitch?" I asked playfully. Her face beamed devilishly. "Sorry Daddy." "Forgiven." I nodded to follow me and we proceeded to put everything away and get ready for the move.
Two weeks later, after the move, my alarm chirped at 4 am, faithfully getting me up. I got dressed for the day's work, kissed my wife and daughter goodbye, and rushed off to work. Once, I passed the Research Facility's security, I navigated my way to my team's lab. Inside, I found the place arranged for a meeting. "Good, you're here. Welcome, Nathaniel Creed. We're glad you could join us." The man at the head of the room smiled and picked up a dry erase marker. He then turned to address all the scientists and engineers in the room. "You've all been selected to come here because of your knowledge in aviation, astrophysics, and molecular science. S.H.I.E.L.D. has given you the task of continuing upgrades on the Exo-7 Falcon. These expected upgrades include, but are not limited to: faster flight acceleration, easier maneuverability, and more body protection to help keep gunfire casualties at a minimum. Do you understand your task?" We all nodded in agreement. "Great." He smiled happily. "Then, let's get started."
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Over the next few months, we worked our tails off trying to come up with this new invention. Ideas came, were debated upon by our scientist team, and dismissed as worthless. We had 6 prototypes ready, but none of them had been approved for human testing, seeing as how most of them blew up after the first few moments of operation. Which was clearly embarrassing for those who insisted that the human testing phase initiate immediately. I knew that eventually they'd want me to try it out, but my Tamsen, my wife, insisted that I stay away from it as much as possible and just focus on constructing the blueprints. Finally, a few more months later, we produced the first prototype that was approved for human testing. I am on my way now to meet the two Exo-7.5 testers. I extended my hand and gripped the first fellow's hand firmly. "Hello, I'm Dr. Creed. I am one of the team members of the group that designed the prototype you will be testing. It's an honor to meet both of you." I moved over and shook the other man's hand. "I'm Sam Wilson and this is Agent Russuler." The first man replied cordially. "Ah." I commented, shuffling the papers in my left arm. "Well, if you men wish, you can follow me to the testing grounds." "Of course, sir." Both the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents instantly filed in behind me. I turned back every now and then to speak with them. "We're very proud of this. I hope you guys'll treat it nicely." I chuckle jokingly. The two men laugh. "No problem. S.H.I.E.L.D. would have our hides if we tried to sabotage it." An awkward silence followed as we entered the test room. "There she is." I informed. Both of the men's jaw dropped in astonishment. "It's beautiful." They chorused. "Thank you. Now, change into these. These are your flight suits." I handed both of them two specially designed flight suits. "We only have one more extra, so try to keep those in good condition." The two nodded and headed into a training station. When they returned, I began briefing them on how to use it. "Now, keep in mind that these are not the Exo-7s you tested 2 years ago. These are Exo-7.5s. Much faster and stronger than the Exo-7. We hope they have a better ability to keep you protected from incoming shots with the extended suit functions we've added. Now, to operate, there is a button on each gauntlet between the thumb and the index finger. The right button controls when the jet thrusters ignite and the left button operates the wings, allowing them to open or close. By holding down the right button you can increase flight speed and by letting go of the button, or using your wings, you can slow down. You both were trained on the basic operation of the thing when trying out the Falcon Exo-7, yes?" "Uh huh." Wilson answered, placing the body of the suit around his abdomen. "This one feels lighter. You sure it'll support my weight?" I scrunched my nose as I thought up a response. "Well, we hope so. You qualify for the weight requirements, Sam. Everything should be fine."
After a few moments of preliminary check ups, the testing was underway. Thankfully, the flight suits had been able to successfully get the men off the ground and the functions were working properly. I had men constantly working with them through telecoms. "Wilson and Russuler, we need you now to safely speed up as fast as you can. This test is going to determine the maximum speed of the Kestrel Exo-7.5s." "Roger that." The two of them held down their right hand buttons, picking up speed. The engineer at the monitoring station glanced up at us. "They're not gonna break the Falcon Exo-7 max speed limit. They're just about equal." The entire room fell into a grim silence. Evidently, our work was not finished. "Blast it." I murmured to myself. As I sat there feeling defeated, a thought suddenly struck me. What if, I could temporarily alter the weight of a human being? That would solve everything and we could keep the prototype. That was my solution.
"Breaking news. Captain America, a S.H.I.E.L.D. cooperative and S.T.R.I.K.E. team affiliate, is now in custody for suspected terrorism. Officials are going to investigate further and we will keep you updated on this subject. Now, have you ever wanted to eat pancakes without having to cook them?" "No." I grunted, muting the television, and turning to grab my cup of coffee. My wife then waltzed into the room. "Good morning." She beamed happily. I smiled and finished my sip. "Hey, darling." I noticed her eyes glance between me and the News channel that was playing. "I know you don't like me watching the news, but something weird is going on within S.H.I.E.L.D." "Really?" She began setting dishes out for breakfast. "Yeah, they've just taken Steve Rogers into custody." She gasped, placing a concerned hand over her mouth. "Captain America? Why, what's he done?" "They say he's suspected of terrorism, but the average dumb bell should see right through that." I placed my cup on the counter, heading over to my work bag. "Yes, I agree. His code name is "Captain America" for a reason." She giggled happily. I stuffed a few of my papers into the bag, zipping it up. "Welp, I'm off to work." I grinned. "Say "Good morning" to Talitha for me." I started to turn around and bumped into my sweet dog, Kerfuffle. "Awe, hey there boy!" I rubbed him for a moment as he wallowed joyously in my attention. "Good boy." I then headed out the door, started the car, and drove to work.
So, I had a general plan for what I could do to create my serum. First, I would need access to Kryptonian cells from somewhere to help with the temporary weightlessness effect. It might add some minor strength effects as well, if I could do the molecular fusions correctly. I had spent the past two weeks staying up late at night figuring what the best stabilizing agents would be to keep the subject healthy after injection. I also wanted to recruit some help from a few top grade scientists from S.H.I.E.L.D. that could help me work in a way to temporarily synchronize the wearer with the suit, allowing for better harmony when using our Kestrel Exo-7.5. I figured that the summary of the effects would be minor boost in physical strength, less weight while retaining density, slight immunity from damage to the body, synchronization with the suit's technology, and sharpened reflexes. That sounded pretty good, so I thought I'd give it a try.
"Hey, Cliff. How's it goin?" I greeted a coworker of mine as I passed security. Cliff shrugged. "Eh, nuthin' much." He grinned weakly, grabbed his bag, and walked off for our lab. I followed right after. I entered and set my things down at my assigned desk. "So, guys, I think I've come up with a solution to our problem." I clapped my hands together and smiled. The entirety of the scientists' attention turned to me. "Alright, if we can't alter the suit, we'll have to alter the wearer. What I mean by this, is that we've worked and worked on the suit without any more results. We currently have one running version of the suit stored at Fort Meade that is a Falcon Exo-7. So far, that has been what we've been basing our designs on in an attempt to further the functions of the Falcon suit. Now, my proposal in completing our task is to invent a serum that will allow the user to become harmonized with the suit. I need you two, to see Mr. Stark about that aspect of our project." I pointed at two scientists. "Then, I would like a team of molecular fusion experts to attempt to utilize Kryptonian cells as part of our serum with minor effects. Mostly focus on the weightless aspect of the genes." The team nodded. "Good. And that should do it." I grinned happily and rolled up my sleeves. "Let's get to work."
Over the next few weeks we were able to gather our ingredients, with S.H.I.E.L.D. and Mr. Stark's cooperation, and put together a test serum that was authenticated for animal testing. I noticed that our weightless effects were way too heavy and that they didn't seem to be wearing off our test subjects. So, we had to undergo another few weeks of working out the serum's flaws. They always seemed to send our animals straight to the top of their cage. It was quite sad to watch. I hoped that maybe if we tried it on a human, the effects might be different but I knew they would never pass it for human testing yet.
"Hey, Dr. Creed. Check out the news." A scientist I knew called. I quickly rushed over to find a live image of Captain America entangled with a guy who possessed a metal arm. The two were seriously battling it out at Washington DC. "What on earth?" "Yeah, and guess what? Fort Meade has just reported the Falcon Exo-7 missing." The scientist commented, turning to face me. "What!" I gasped. He nodded. "Yeah. It was just on here but it switched to this topic when you walked over." "So... so now all the government has is our single prototype of the Kestrel Exo-7.5?" "It appears to be that way."
If folks are interested in me continuing this story, i'll be happy to. I wrote this but after I returned from inactivity, I didn't think anyone would want to keep up with it.
If folks are interested in me continuing this story, i'll be happy to. I wrote this but after I returned from inactivity, I didn't think anyone would want to keep up with it.
If folks are interested in me continuing this story, i'll be happy to. I wrote this but after I returned from inactivity, I didn't think anyone would want to keep up with it.
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I wrote this but after I returned from inactivity, I didn't think anyone would want to keep up with it. 
