Her return to this realm could not had been more successful, even if there were some hitches along the way...
Renna had never predicted that the ritual would be interrupted but thankfully ? much to her ally and his aid, she had been freed from the nightmarish hell that had entrapped her soul for far too long. Now she walked upon her own two feet, and not through some mortal shell that burned out after a few hours of forcing her influence and power through them.
She was free to roam, to consume, to control whoever and whatever she damn well wanted - and not even her creator, her own Mother, could had fashioned such a perfect vessel such as the one she currently operates within.
...Despite the unfortunate destruction of her old base of operations; including the Gateway that was the portal of her return, Renna had been secretly building a new locale through none other than her Bio-mechanical puppets, known to many as the Black Flame. It was their secret underground base far, far south that was to become her new den of evil. Where her end game will eventually come to its final, and destructive fruition.
And all of this? This was all planned from the very beginning.
From the very moment the shell of Francine Renton was taken over by Renna's power; all thanks to the aid of Mr Howe, Renna had plotted to return ? and it was through Francine and her Bio-mechanical alter ego, The Vindicator, that she set about in motion a certain series of events to perpetuate her plans. And she could had never had done it without help.
The Black Flame Project, was to be Renna's greatest scientific endeavour into bio-mechanical development. The Sister, The Vindicator, and The Shadow Viruses ? all of these nanomachine based 'pathogens' could not had existed; could not even had been developed without her subtle manipulation over the man in the metal suit. The man she called, her secret ally. The man she had come to... Respect.
Without Edward Batten, her biological and technological weapons would never had come to their advancement without his subtle inputs. From their first encounter as Francine Renton, Renna worked her way into his brain, with surprising results. The man held an interesting state of mind, and Renna could not quite figure him out entirely. Especially after he saved her life.
Twice.
He was the enigma ? Edward Batten was the one singular point in her plans that she could not completely control. She could only influence him, and even then her influences went so far. His brain was a powerful weapon and Renna wanted nothing more than to use it against her enemies. However, even through his aid, Edward had longed to keep and maintain his reputation as being one of the heroes...
To the point that she was forced to almost kill him... It made her feel sick that he influenced her with his damned logic, to almost destroy that beautiful brain of his...
It was nearly four whole days since that day, and Renna had finally taken up full residence in her new base of operations. The multiple platform maze that was Black Flame's base, had been eerily silent. Most of the Sisters had been destroyed during several attacks of the city, and the Vindicator was out of commission until the body of Francine Renton could be rebuilt.
Renna was alone upon the command platform, dressed from head to toe in her signature black cloak and hood. Swirling pools of magma coloured eyes gazed down emptily at the abyss as it gazed back just as silently at her.
Everything over the past few months, was just a prelude to this moment. And somehow, Renna did not feel as victorious as she proclaimed to be. It was the great depression in knowing that, now, things were only going to get tougher.
The only way she could think of perpetuating her plans is by allowing others to join with her, in a dark alliance that would band the villains to battle against the heroes of the land... And in her eyes, Renna knew that such an alliance between such powers and egos, would become unsteady and unstable at best. Every villain had their own goal in mind, and sometimes, not all villains saw eye-to-eye.
Already, Renna had individual alliances between a few, such as Kain Starsong ? the Immortal Madman, Roderick Kingsley ? the Hobgoblin, and Brian Ravenlock; now known as Raven, but never had she brought them all together... And if this alliance were to work, someone must take command of the situation.
Renna turned then from the abyss, lifting her dark, and wickedly crafted gauntlet up to swipe four three fingers through the air, slicing three long cuts into the very fabric of the Nexus itself ? creating a wormhole that yawned open next to her three allies, wherever they may be.
As she spoke from her side, so did her voice echo out to them. ?... My friends, we must speak.?
Renna had never predicted that the ritual would be interrupted but thankfully ? much to her ally and his aid, she had been freed from the nightmarish hell that had entrapped her soul for far too long. Now she walked upon her own two feet, and not through some mortal shell that burned out after a few hours of forcing her influence and power through them.
She was free to roam, to consume, to control whoever and whatever she damn well wanted - and not even her creator, her own Mother, could had fashioned such a perfect vessel such as the one she currently operates within.
...Despite the unfortunate destruction of her old base of operations; including the Gateway that was the portal of her return, Renna had been secretly building a new locale through none other than her Bio-mechanical puppets, known to many as the Black Flame. It was their secret underground base far, far south that was to become her new den of evil. Where her end game will eventually come to its final, and destructive fruition.
And all of this? This was all planned from the very beginning.
From the very moment the shell of Francine Renton was taken over by Renna's power; all thanks to the aid of Mr Howe, Renna had plotted to return ? and it was through Francine and her Bio-mechanical alter ego, The Vindicator, that she set about in motion a certain series of events to perpetuate her plans. And she could had never had done it without help.
The Black Flame Project, was to be Renna's greatest scientific endeavour into bio-mechanical development. The Sister, The Vindicator, and The Shadow Viruses ? all of these nanomachine based 'pathogens' could not had existed; could not even had been developed without her subtle manipulation over the man in the metal suit. The man she called, her secret ally. The man she had come to... Respect.
Without Edward Batten, her biological and technological weapons would never had come to their advancement without his subtle inputs. From their first encounter as Francine Renton, Renna worked her way into his brain, with surprising results. The man held an interesting state of mind, and Renna could not quite figure him out entirely. Especially after he saved her life.
Twice.
He was the enigma ? Edward Batten was the one singular point in her plans that she could not completely control. She could only influence him, and even then her influences went so far. His brain was a powerful weapon and Renna wanted nothing more than to use it against her enemies. However, even through his aid, Edward had longed to keep and maintain his reputation as being one of the heroes...
To the point that she was forced to almost kill him... It made her feel sick that he influenced her with his damned logic, to almost destroy that beautiful brain of his...
It was nearly four whole days since that day, and Renna had finally taken up full residence in her new base of operations. The multiple platform maze that was Black Flame's base, had been eerily silent. Most of the Sisters had been destroyed during several attacks of the city, and the Vindicator was out of commission until the body of Francine Renton could be rebuilt.
Renna was alone upon the command platform, dressed from head to toe in her signature black cloak and hood. Swirling pools of magma coloured eyes gazed down emptily at the abyss as it gazed back just as silently at her.
Everything over the past few months, was just a prelude to this moment. And somehow, Renna did not feel as victorious as she proclaimed to be. It was the great depression in knowing that, now, things were only going to get tougher.
The only way she could think of perpetuating her plans is by allowing others to join with her, in a dark alliance that would band the villains to battle against the heroes of the land... And in her eyes, Renna knew that such an alliance between such powers and egos, would become unsteady and unstable at best. Every villain had their own goal in mind, and sometimes, not all villains saw eye-to-eye.
Already, Renna had individual alliances between a few, such as Kain Starsong ? the Immortal Madman, Roderick Kingsley ? the Hobgoblin, and Brian Ravenlock; now known as Raven, but never had she brought them all together... And if this alliance were to work, someone must take command of the situation.
Renna turned then from the abyss, lifting her dark, and wickedly crafted gauntlet up to swipe four three fingers through the air, slicing three long cuts into the very fabric of the Nexus itself ? creating a wormhole that yawned open next to her three allies, wherever they may be.
As she spoke from her side, so did her voice echo out to them. ?... My friends, we must speak.?