Namor McKenzie

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Name: Namor. Age: Ancient. Occupation: Detainee. Member Group: S.H,I,E.L.D. Agent. Powers & Abilities: Superhuman: All Flight. Aquatic Healing Factor. Aquatic Telepathy. Water Empowerment. Playby: Tyler Hoechlin.

Accessing database... retrieving file...... ACCESS DENIED login information required USERNAME: REDACTED PASSWORD: ********* ACCESS GRANTED Searching for... SUB-MARINER "You'll learn very quickly, you don't say that name without showing the proper respect.” I've never been a fan of 'big brother,' but when S.H.I.E.L.D. comes knocking on your door (or in my case, kicking it in) you really can't refuse them. I'm what you might call a 'debunker.' I don't produce the hardest hitting of journalism, but I do have a niche audience and several fanatical readers, basic cable television show, you know, the good life. About two years ago, I started working on a piece entitled "Atlantis Rises: The Legend of the Sub-Mariner." It didn't start out as that, it was meant to be a typical piece on maritime mythology with a focus on mermaids. Really interesting stuff, right? It pays the bills and then some, and that's all that really matters. Anyways, versus that of a paper, or an episode; I decided I was going to make this a special. Two hours of bullshit, smoke and mirrors, and go with the ultimate revelation that, like many other so called 'legends' that these creatures were just that, legends, with no factual basis to their existence. You'd have thought with what happened in Manhattan that I would have been turned into a believer, I didn't. I've been a lifelong conspiracy theory nut, and I thought it was a nothing more than a grand show to put the fear of god in the common man. I could tell you that I was wrong, but I'd be stating the obvious so we're just going to move on and acknowledge that factoid as silently as possible. But, lets get to the point. Who hasn't heard a mermaid story? Every fishermen to ever sail the seven seas seems to have tale to tell, but what if there is really more to these stories than we give them credit? What if there are truly beings beneath the glassy surface that deserve far more reverence than we afford them? On my trip to prove all of these stories false, I stumbled upon a much larger story than I every could have imagined. In my search for a redheaded woman wearing a seashell bra, I instead discovered a force of nature that had long been hidden from the light of day, our first encounter of sorts. We've always been so fascinated with the stars and yet we have barely scratched the surface of the ocean, which covers a great percentage of our planet. We've been too busy going onwards and upwards to realize that we're not alone, we've never been alone on our planet, but we've just been too arrogant to notice. The past decade or so have been very humbling for humanity, with the emergence of a mutants, gods, and aliens. Once that first punch hit, they just kept coming, and soon many felt absolutely helpless to almost humorous levels against the forces that had revealed themselves to the world. But it was the presence of Thor, a Norse god, that got a lot of people thinking – myself included – about what other fables held some unfathomable truth that was waiting to spring up on us in the middle of the night and level a city in the process. Some were easily dismissed, while others begged a harder look. That is why, in the end, I choose to tackle the subject of 'Mermaids' head on. For the first few months, all I heard was the standard fanfare. The younger men all had stories about beautiful women they had seen after they had been out to sea for far too long, spoke of alluring songs that danced through the salty air and nearly lured them into the depths. But the deeper I dug, the more interesting they became. I should note that the stories between generations seemed to become more and more fantastical. The older the seadog, the more grounded and gritty their stories. They youngest generations spun yarns that were just ridiculous. I'm pretty sure a few guys tried to sell me on the fact that they had slept with a mermaid, at the time all I could do was scuff at such a notion. While most seemed vaguely familiar (as most these stories are), some seemed far beyond that of simple coincidence or nuance. There was once story that seemed to transcend generational boundaries, a story of a being known as 'The Sub-Mariner' or, more informally as 'Namor.' Like most legends, details are interchangeable depending on who you're talking to. But there was one constant I noticed in all of my interviews; reverence. Nobody ever spoke his name in jest, or make a joke, it was almost as if he was revered as a 'god' of types to these men, as they knew that it was by his mercy alone that they survived their journeys. His name was often brought up hand-in-hand with the lost city of Atlantis, I had heard differing accounts on his relation. Some said he was a king, others a warlord, some even stated that he was one of the people's most abhorrent criminals. But despite all of these changing details, he is always depicted as a proud, and passionate man. It was his passion that made him volatile, and his temperament often replicated that of the sea itself. Constantly changing, and always unpredictable. One could often appeal to his pride and vanity to garner his favor, yet it often did not last long. He cared for one thing and one thing only, the depths. I encountered many who refused to speak his name or even discusses stories unless they were on dry land. When I questioned more into Atlantis, many stated that this 'Sub-Mariner' was the sole survivor, scouring the seas in memory of his fallen kin, and taking vengeance upon all those who wished to desecrate not only their memory, but the sea itself. But as I began to piece together these stories, something became quite clear - why was it that the younger the sailors got, the less they knew about this so called 'Sub-Mariner?' So I decided to do some digging. Almost every pantheon has stories relating to a water deity, and some of them even overlap ( a good example being the Greco-roman pantheon.) But similarly so, almost all cultures have myths of so-called 'merfolk' as well. So where do I draw the line? Is this 'Sub-Mariner' a god, or simply some sort of long lost creature from a long forgotten world? After doing some digging (ans some rather illegal activities) I found my answer in the form of a retired S.S.R. agent. The S.S.R. (Strategic Scientific Reserve, for those of you under the age of sixty and engaging in a real life) was the precursor to what we now now as S.H.I.E.L.D. (we'll get to their involvement in a little bit.) Around the time of World War II, this gathering dabbled in a lot of stuff that would have been deemed 'occult' or 'science fiction' by the standards of their time. Lets be frank, they saw some pretty scary shit. I was able to track down one of their former members, a man by the name of REDACTED. It was hard to track him down (hence the illegal favors) but I did so because of the stories I had heard from other service men about mysterious occurrences surrounding the Mariana Trench, which served as a deep sea outpost for many of the allied forces during the war. One of the most famous stories regards an incident involving the U.S.S. Plato, and it's only surviving member, a man much like myself by the name of -REDACTED-, a scientist of his era that specialized in putting cryptozoological mysteries to rest. While I would have loved to speak with good 'ole -REDACTED-, he had died twenty years prior. Instead, I spoke with a contact with the S.S.R that he had reached out to following a very public revealing in New York City about his findings. Of course, he had stated that he found no physical proof of the lost city of Atlantis. and attributed his survival to, miraculously, finding a massive air bubble and following it six miles to the surface in a pod that should only have an or or so of oxygen. Plausible, right? Yeah, you're thinking exactly what I'm thinking. It didn't take all that much coercing to get him to talk (a bottle of thirty year old scotch) and when he did, I'm telling you, I wasn't ready for what I was about to hear. He was real, or at least so this man claimed. The man, the myth, the legend, not only did he exist, but for a time being following contact with -REDACTED-, the S.S.R. had tried to reach out to him several times. While -REDACTED- told the public the story of his harrowing escape, and the lack of evidence, he told the S.S.R. another story. There's a reason why there were no official missions to the M.T. outpost for several decades following the incident with the USS Plato, and it's not because they decided to go in a 'different direction' as they want you to believe, it's because all the men at the outpost, or docked at the outpost, were slaughtered by pigs, many by the hand of 'The Sub-Mariner,' or at the least that's what -REDACTED- wanted the S.S.R. to believe, and they did (enough to mount several exploratory expeditions.) While all the reports have since been liquidated (or way beyond my reach, even with my contacts), what I was told was that they found ruins, strange ruins, technology that was far beyond any that was currently present on Earth. There was writing that resembled various glyphic languages, but was entirely its own. By this time, I was drinking right along with him, I didn't know what else to do. I could either start believing in the madness that that world had fallen into, or I could keep firm in my scientific beliefs. I thought that it would be possible to remain detached, looking purely from a scientific standpoint, but that's when he showed me a reel. He brought out this dusty old film projector, swore up and down that what I was going to see would change my life forever. Now, let me remind you by this point I was quite inebriated, but the moment he turned that thing on, I had never seen something that had been so sobering before that moment in time. In black and white, I saw a man cut through the water life a knife. Using his bare fist to punch through a soviet submarine like it was a stick of butter, and swing its pieces around as though they were weightless. I gazed upon the reel with a childlike amazement, but also with a newly found fear of god, he just scoffed at me continued to drink. This 'Sub-Mariner' was in-fact a member of an ancient race of beings that predated civilized humanity by several tens of thousands of years. His people were long gone, and the only reason he had survived, as I was told, is because he was imprisoned by the enemy of his people. He was told that the 'Sub-Mariner' had no real sense of how long it had been, but by scientific estimates his tomb had been breached in the early 1900's, while the structure itself was at least 9,000 years old. If you haven't figured out by now, the S.S.R. did eventually get in touch with this 'Sub-Mariner,' and for some reason, he deemed these people and their cause worthy of his time, but only for so long. As with all things, curiosity often has it's way of rubbing people the wrong way. The S.S.R. eventually wanted to know how this creature ticked, and questions soon became... less questiony? (See that word, made it up, real journalism folks.) Thus, this shallow alliance was dissolved and erased from history. First contact didn't come from the skies, but from the depths of the ocean. Now, of course I couldn't get my hands on this tape and present it (believe me, I tried) but I was ready to present my findings and get to work on editing. Two hard years I worked on this piece, and in those two years I had changed. My mind had been opened, and conspiracy theories seemed to just melt away. I looked at the word differently, and in that state of awe, I lost sight of the golden rule - covering my tracks. So, lets flash forward two weeks ago. S.H.I.E.L.D. kicking down my door, dragging me away in handcuffs with a black bag over my head, yep, it was all really exciting. You see this drunk guy? Who I thought was out of the service? Well, some people who are 'out' are kind of always being 'watched' if you get my drift. So it didn't take them long to find me, and in turn, take away any and all evidence I had regarding this 'Sub-Mariner' fellow. Lets fast forward to the present, it's Tuesday! Hurray! Not really. I'd say I'm pretty excited about my new job (but saying that it's a job implies that I applied, which I didn't, lifetime imprisonment is a pretty compelling alternative) as a consultant for S.H.I.E.L.D. As, unknown to me at the time, the day the captured me? The Sub-Mariner made himself known, not only to S.H.I.E.L.D. (lets face it, they knew where he was, they simply felt it was better not to aggravate him) but to world at large by hurling an oil platform on to the California coastline. Fun guy, right? Yeah, I get to not only meet this fun guy (I'm not sure how they captured him, but from what I've heard, the fight was spilled on to land, and after several hours he was apprehended with the aid one of those fancy teams we keep hearing about. Apparently the key is to get him away from water) but apparently I will be working as his liaison for the time being before a more appropriate one becomes available. So, with that said, I'm going to publish this blog and see how long it takes for S.H.I.E.L.D. to take it down (I'm guessing it doesn't even make it off the server) and go talk to a man old enough to have originated my entire familial line. I could look at the bright side and look at this as a scientific breakthrough, but I'm a bit distracted by the fact the guy seems to have an aversion to covering up his body and several of the women are calling him the 'King of Ab-lantis.' They can call him that all they'd like, but I can't still get over the fact that the guy has tiny wings on his ankles... It's going to be a long day.

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