Tiana: A former employee of Alchemax, Tiana was maniuplated by the company in to becoming their version of the Norse Goddess, Hela. After her defeat at the hands of the heroes of 2099, she fled to Hellrock, where she was killed by Doom when he destroyed it.

Cast down from the grip of Doom, she felt the cold embrace of Death looming as she screamed her true love's name.

As she plunged into the murky waves of Hellrock's waters, she whispered an Old Norse prayer, one thought lost in time. An answer came in the form of a shock, and she sank further into the abyss.

Then, her limp body rose to the surface as no one took notice, for they were more concerned about casting the polluted island into the dark void of space.

"Foul Mortal! How dare you call yourself by my name! You have no right to it if you give up so easily!" The green clad Goddess grabbed the Death Rake from Tiana's hand and she wept for mercy.

"I have nothing left. My father and Ravage are dead. I wish to join them."

"You are truly pathetic to let your mortal feelings sway you in such a manner. Hela is the Goddess of Death, and therefore controls its embrace. Your prayer has been answered, foul mortal, now stop languishing over petty feelings, and Awaken!"

She jabbed Tiana with the Death Rake as all went black.

A loud gasp for air was heard as she sucked in the stale metallic air left by the adamantium.

She squinted her eyes to see if there were any signs of Doom's minions left to see her, but she only saw the expanse of water all around her, she tried to take flight.

The act did not work as she groaned in pain, the small nanotechnology within her was too busy repairing broken bones from the fall.

As they steadfastly continued their work, her anger was allowed to grow.

"I swear, I will let Doom know Death, and it will be by my hand." She tried once more to lift herself from the waters that almost claimed her life, again to no avail. This time she noticed less pain in this attempt, and she waited while they completed repairs.

He screamed he would return, even as the metal poured over him.

Doom had killed his only unrequited mate, and for that he promised he would return. But, as the liquid adamantium poured over his body and solidified, he questioned that promise.

For him, all became dark and cold.

A myriad of visions past before him, all of the life he led. A child of a broken home, a father who did not care and a mother who was too crazy to care. A military hero, a company puppet, a junkyard rebel, and finally a mutant caused by the very toxins of the island on which he would die.

An interesting life to say the least, he only hoped that he would meet Tiana in the afterlife, as his body shuddered from the intense wave of cold flowing over him. He felt his body begin to revert to normal size, as he slipped into his last sleep.

He managed one last smile as his mind fully returned to him because he could die fully aware.

She tried once more as there was no more pain.

She shot up directly into the air as she smiled with intense satisfaction, but, she would need to allow the nanotechnology to fully repair her body before she attempted to go into space.

Besides, she needed to get something else that could survive re-entry. Fortunately, her job of trashing space junk raked in the occasional reward. She instantly flew to the place where she hid her treasure.

"Sorry, Hela. But Tiana is still here. And I want to save Ravage."

"Who...whoa." Dack's mouth dropped as he turned to see Tiana wearing her rather revealing costume. "I knew you liked Hela but shock. Did you have to wear the costume? Not that I don't mind, but it might get someone else's attention." Dack continued to ramble as Tiana rolled her eyes.

"You are just a normal boy, a body filled with hormones. I suppose I can forgive you this time." She continued to search the room as Dack continued to watch intently.

"You and Ravage haven't been to this place since the whole thing with him started. The Barrio man and I have kept it up for you guys just in case. I take it you'll need it again." Dack questioned, as Tiana grew more frustrated.

"Yes, now where is that re-entry pod I brought back from space." Tiana growled as she began to rip apart the room.

"Hey, we don't have enough creds to fix this place up! You must mean that big old hunk of junk that was in the closet. It's still there." Dack pointed to the only closet Tiana had not looked in yet.

She sighed in extreme relief as she opened the doors to find the pod inside. It was just big enough for Ravage's mutated form to fit in it. She grabbed the pod as it took out the sides of the closet, while Dack placed his hand on his head. Tiana noticed his demeanor.

"I'll pay for the repairs. Have a team of people ready to free Ravage from his adamantium prison." She smiled as she crashed through the window with pod in hand.

Dack shook his head. "Yeah okay, but how am I gonna explain this mess. Wait a minute, did you just say Ravage!"

The depths of space brought a cold chill to her body as she looked for the giant asteroid. A brilliant metallic glitter shined right in eyes. She rushed with the utmost speed to it.

It was nothing but a derelict shuttle long forgotten. She ripped it to shreds in rage as she feelings overwhelmed her. She continued as she found yet another large glare in the dark sky. This time she dared not to raise her hopes, in lieu of another disappointment.

She neared the dazzling spectacle of sunlight dancing off several metallic statues, much like a rough diamond in the deep dark void of space. She whispered a prayer of thanks, as she sped toward the treasure still drifting ever further into the night sky.

She gasped as she saw a myriad of statues, mutroids caught in the grip of terror fleeing from the onslaught of the liquid adamantium. One lone large figure stood out from the rest; one caught with an arm raised in defiance.

She quietly thought to herself on how to separate the statue from the giant asteroid. The only known thing to make adamantium malleable was a strong magnetic force.

(In example, Wolverine found that out the hard way from Magneto in X-Men #25 - Karl)

She floated for a moment thinking of another tact. She smiled as she flew to the bottom of the island. The bottom was still all rock and not touched by the hard dense metal. She placed her Death Rake in an upright position, as she began to spin.

As the Death Rake drilled into the rock, Tiana prayed that she would reach her love in time. She stopped a few feet before reaching directly underneath Ravage. She continued to excavate a big enough area to transfer Ravage's body into the pod.

Then, she drilled the hole she made wide enough to fit the pod and her body. She rushed back to the derelict shuttle she had trashed, and hoped she had not damaged the air tanks. Her luck continued to hold, as the air tanks were unscathed.

She checked the gauges to make sure her flight was not in vein. She smiled as the gauges read full. Instantly, she zipped back to the floating island. She gathered the floating rocks from her drilling and fashioned a cork from them that fit the hole.

She tossed up the pod, then proceeded to seal herself in the tunnel. She turned the valves on the tanks to release the air. They hissed, as the contents filled the tunnel with the oxygen needed to transfer Ravage's body to the pod.

She completed the final step as she began to dig to the surface, taking care not to thrust the Death Rake too hard. A big chuck of rock broke off from the last strike, the leverage creating enough momentum to send it hurtling towards the end of the chamber. She only had a minute or less to find the body before the corridor became a hostile void again.

She frantically looked up to see a man's body slumped in the metal. She pulled it down and instantly recognized the body as Paul-Phillip's. He had reverted back to his normal size and also was human in form. Hela had no time for questions as she opened the pod and placed his body in it. As the seal to the pod closed, she was sucked out along with it back into the deep void.

Apparently, the chunk had hit the bottom with enough force to make a hole, resulting in a loss of pressure and collapsing the unstable "cork" she had made. She quickly regained her balance and bearings as she grabbed the pod.

She reentered the atmosphere, as the pod withstood the burning fires of the atmosphere. She descended to the location of where Dack and a team of Barrio doctors awaited their patient. She ripped open the pod and quickly placed the body on the hovering medical bed. The Doctors pushed him quickly to the emergency center they had set up nearby, as Dack came up to Hela and gave her a hug.

"He'll make it. He's too stubborn to die." Dack's words brought a smile to her face, and her mind filled with hope.

"Today, we salute the loss of the warrior. In the way most honorable to the Gods of Norse. We burn the body upon the pyre in hopes that he shall ascend to Asgard. For his nobility and sacrifice should not be in vain, and I believe Odin shall grant him a warrior's welcome." The Barrio Priest raised his head.

"I am truly sorry that you lost a loved one my dear. My deepest condolences." The Priest patted Tiana on the shoulder.

She nodded as she sobbed profusely. "Thank you. He would have wanted it this way."

"Are you going to be okay?" Dack looked up to the woman.

"Yes, I will be fine. Can we have a moment?" The young boy nodded at her request.

She held her companion close. "My father died a honorable man. I waited for you to be with me. I thank you."

"No, it's you I have to thank. I get a second lease on life because of your bravery. Now, I can live up to my promise I made a long time ago." The man noted with a guttural growl.

She stopped the man from breaking her grip. "Hold on one moment. I almost lost you once, and I'm not prepared to do so again. Paul Phillip, are you listening to me?"

The long red hair blew in the wind like the flames of a phoenix, adding emphasis to his grand stature. "Yes, I am. But, there is something I need you to do for me."

She gazed intently into his eyes. "Anything, to keep you from him."

"The adamantium statue of me is still up there, nothing but a hollow shell. Get it for me. I want to use it to lace my skeleton. I don't want to become a large mindless freak again." He looked at her with wide eyes.

"Okay, I shall carry out your wish. Though, I did not want to see that horrid island of bad memories again." She hugged him and flew off to complete her mission.

"I intend to keep my promise, Doom. The waters have cleansed this Earth from the filth that was upon it's soil. Now, it's up to me to make sure that the any waste left behind gets cleaned up. For your sake, I hope your rotting rusting carcass is at the bottom of the ocean. Because, if it's not..."

The man transformed to his bestial form as black horns sprouted from the sides of his forehead, his jaw, and on the bottom his chin. Secondary talons were extended over his toenails as secondary claws were extended over his nails and he defiantly raised his arm in the air as he shouted to the world.

"RAVAGE will ensure your DOOM!"

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