A master of darkness…a team of justice seekers…a city in fear…Welcome to Olympia...
About this creation
The Jugger is a beast of massive proportions, and is one of the most dangerous threats the city of Olympia has ever faced. Covered in heavy armor and wielding a modified Maxim light machine gun and war-axe/hammer, the Jugger is a nearly unstoppable tool of destruction. What is not known by the general public is that the Jugger used to be a dim-witted, but kindly dock worker; he was captured and transformed into his current state by a cruel doctor known as “Doctor Disease” and has been forced to carry out his sordid tasks.
The Jugger’s resilience to weapons fire can be attributed to the heavy welding mask, chest piece, and steel skirt armor that it wears. In addition, the Jugger’s body has been transfigured into a tough outer shell, rippled with muscle and almost entirely devoid of pain receptors.
It has been a fascinating week here in Olympia! First, Mr. Sparks, per my request, landed in Victoria Air Station and was promptly met by myself. Mr. Sparks is still his gregarious old self, and we caught up on each other’s doings for the past several years. However, once we had exhausted our formal conversation, we got down to business, specifically the reason I contacted Mr. Sparks.
I informed him of the rise in crime, Mr. Tesla’s death, and the theft of his mysterious invention. Mr. Sparks keenly listened; I could see the thrill of adventure light up his eyes, and I immediately knew he was ready to help me in my search for answers.
After setting up Mr. Spark’s accommodations in my crowded flat (much to the consternation of Poriot), I received word that the Jugger had once again broken through an Authority blockade. It seemed like providence that the Jugger should re-appear just as Mr. Spark and his valuable skills should arrive. Mr. Sparks was in the dark as to what “the Jugger” was, so I gave him the facts: a few months ago, an armored monstrosity was seen lumbering about in the night. A reckless criminal approached the creature and attempted to kill it…with disastrous results.
Then, The Authorities took it upon themselves to stop the creature. But they couldn’t: bullets would bounce off its armored shell, blockades were of no use before its heavy axe, and the beast’s terrifying roar could be heard throughout the night. Mr. Sparks scoffed at The Authority’s attempts to stop the Jugger (“Amateurs kids!” he called them), and told me that if he could get close enough, he could kill the creature with a “little surprise”, as he called it. I informed him that I myself had a “surprise” that would enable us to get close enough.
The only problem was plotting the Jugger’s movements: they were completely random…or so I thought. After analyzing the attack locations and alleged sightings, I detected a definite pattern along the Thames waterfront. It was almost as if someone was controlling the Jugger. But who could be doing this? And how?
It wasn’t long before we received an inkling of the evil we were facing. Mr. Sparks and I, armed with our gear, set out to wait for the Jugger’s next appearance, estimated to be near the Docks. We hadn’t long to wait, for the clinking of the Jugger’s armor and its labored moans could be heard. We stood breathless, waiting for its approach.
At the right moment, I unleashed my “surprise”: a can of blinding phosphorous. The creature whirled about in a rage, unable to see through the smoke.
Then, the ever indomitable-Mr. Sparks revealed his own “surprise”: a shotgun loaded with armor-piercing slugs. At close range, the twin blasts smashed into the Jugger’s chest, sending a device flying from it. The creature gave a howl of pain; we were sure we had the beast in our grasps!
But we were wrong: even though it was temporarily blinded and injured, the Jugger was still a force to be reckoned with. Whirling with its war-axe, the Jugger sent poor Mr. Sparks and me flying with the flat of the blade. I fell senseless, while Mr. Spark’s was knocked unconscious. I thought for sure that we would both be dead in the next few seconds.
But there was something different about the Jugger; its fiendish shrieks had stopped and to my amazement, it slowly picked up and offered me the device that had been hurled from its chest. As I looked deep into the Jugger’s faceless mask, I suddenly realized that this creature was no mindless monster of destruction: he was simply a wretched man, forced into slavery by a cruel master.
I watched as the Jugger slowly turned away and lumbered off. The now-recovered Mr. Sparks immediately raised his sidearm, but I stopped him. Clearly, the Jugger was no longer under the evil influence of the device, and merely wished to find some part of the world where it would no longer be hunted. Even so, I have a feeling this is not the last time we will see the Jugger…