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Timber Wolf had changed his form to that of Furball for most of his trek across the barren landscape of Earth 4. He needed to drop his internal body temperature to accomplish his plan, but with the temperatures on Earth 4, he wasn't sure if he could survive the full trek with his standard uniform.
He was finally getting close to his target. He stopped and reverted back to his standard humanoid form, and immediately began shivering. he put his uniform back on, and while it was insulated, it really offered no protection against the elements here.
He looked into his bag and smiled. These explosives he picked up on Haven were exactly what he needed to get The Emperor away from he and Kalla long enough to get her out of there. All he needed to do now was stay conscious long enugh to plant the devices.
He could feel his feet and lower legs going numb as he neared the Palace. He was glad that he had picked up some light colored clothes to use at this point, as it gave him a chance to get close. He needed to be able to do this without killing or even alerting any of the guards that were posted anywhere.
We waited and watched the patterns, even the mix up of routines that they thought were static enough to confse their enemies were to predictable for him. He was able to slip into the shadows of the Palace and move to the first point where he wanted to place the explosives.
After about an hour, he had three more explosives left to plant and disguise...which was pathetically easy for him in this environment. When he finished planting the last on, he grabbed a hypo out of his bag. He pulled up his pant leg and exposed his left calf. He gritted his teeth and put the hypo to his calf muscle and squeezed. It was everything he could do to not scream out in pain. The fact that he could barely feel his legs did not mean that it did not hurt, in fact, the shock of the device entering his body was made that much more intense by the cold.
He discarded the hypo and buried it in the debris at the side of the Palace. Snow, dirt and ice mixed to make perfect hiding spots for what he did not want them to find. In fact, aside from the explosives, he had hidden several things around...just in case.
He sat there for a short time and let his temperature drop even further. He waited for the cold to almost take him. With his healing factor, it took a while, and he hoped Kalla was not going through too much...but he knew better than that. The Emperor was not known to treat guests very good under the best of situations...let alone a prisoner. One that he considered a traitor to him and his cause.
When he knew that he could not take any more, he forced himself to his feet and made his way to the front gate.
One of the guards at the gate yelled for him to stop, but he kept on moving. If he stopped now, he was dead. He held his hands up and tried to talk, but no words escaped his mouth.
His arms fell to his sides as the guards started laughing at him and were talking about leaving him in the cold to die. He smiled at this, and lifted his hands again. Two guns popped from his sleeves and into his hands. He opened fire on the guards and actually managed to hit four of the eight with fatal shots before they were able to take him down. He was able to severely injure two and kill one more in the fight itself.
As consciousness left him when the last remaining guard hit him in the head, his last thought was Hold on Kalla, I'll be right there to save you.
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Ameratsu watched from bronze metallic eyes. He heard them approach, the captive, Lard Lad howling with rage and pain.
The old sturdy doors to the inner palace flew open. Titus strode in, armored in charcoal. Several ghouls in ragged cloaks carried Lard Lad in. Ameratsu was impressed, the captive still struggled. Most of Titus’ captives began to fade away into insanity after this much attention.
Titus’ eyes looked hungry as his thick violet cloak billowed behind him. He would need to feed soon.
“Ameratsu, report!” Titus commanded as he threw his cloak over a throne that looked like the bony claw of a prehistoric beast, fashioned palm up into a chair, sharp clawed digits arced up and around the sitter to form the back and arm rests.
“The plan succeeds.” Ameratsu responded with a harmonic robotic voice.
“The plan succeeds MY LORD!!!” Titus spat. “I will not have this THIS day robot!” He shouted at the golden artificial humanoid.
“The plan succeeds my lord.” The android repeated with an ever so slight bow of his head. “The Legion space craft approaches. The trap is sprung. Everything is in readiness and goes according to your plan …” (a pause of several seconds) “my lord.”
The ghouls threw Lard Lad on the floor of the open throne room, still wrapped in chains. Even without Titus telepathically obscuring his thinking, he had a hard time understanding what was going on around him. He hurt on the outside from the beatings he received but, that was nothing compared to the hollow ache in his heart that he felt for his friend, murdered in front of him. He didn’t catch much of the exchange between Titus and this irritable robot servant except for the mention of more of his friends falling into Titus’ hands.
Ameratsu waved a long elegant hand of tarnished gold for two chained prisoners to come forward. They were young, very young. A filthy boy and girl, wearing only rags. A large bruise covered the boys face. The girl looked barely conscious, her mind having fled long ago. Two humanoid soldiers pushed the slaves forward with short swords. Not members of Titus’ elite ghouls but still two of the many soldiers Titus kept for various tasks.
“What is this?” Titus asked.
“I’m sorry my lord, I thought you wished to feed?” Ameratsu replied smoothly.
“THIS!” Titus pointed at the starved children. “This is not enough! Is there no one stronger or more powerful to feed on? You know I subsist on the life energies of others.” Titus spoke suspiciously.
Ameratsu was grateful for his robotic nature in moments like this. An unreadable facial expression had served him well with Titus over the past hundred years. Still, he did have emotions, he felt fear, and if he had sweat pores they would surely be pouring now.
“These are all that is left my lord.” Ameratsu spoke simply.
A pause lay in the air between Titus and the android.
It was not entirely true. Ameratsu had been working for years to undermine Titus’ power. He fed him less and less powerful creatures, arranging for the super powered to escape or die before Titus could add their energies to his own.
It was a deadly game he played but the stakes were creation itself. He did feel some remorse for feeding the weak and the very young, like these children to Titus but, in a battle against the Dark Lord a conscience was a severe liability. The less powerful he fed to Titus the less power Titus would have to do the Dark Lord’s will.
“You have not taken as many prisoners as usual, and you have needed to feed so much for these battles with this fellowship.” Ameratsu spoke quickly. “You could always feed on a few of your soldiers, they are strong.”
The two humanoid soldiers that brought the slaves in both gulped deeply, obviously terrified.
The android waited and thought to himself. ‘Two less soldiers to fight in Titus’ armies would be a small victory especially if their essence fueled Titus himself.’ Ameratsu had learned to take what small victories he could after so long with Titus.
Titus sat on his throne, fuming, frustrated. He cared not even in the slightest for his soldiers but, this android was becoming … more and more … obstinate … a bearer of bad news.
It may be time to remind his loyal servant who was the master.
“Or…” The android went on “What about this one, he seems strong, despite his current predicament, and he is your enemy.” The robot gestured to Lard Lad.
“You know the Dark lord has plans for him. Would you have me defy the Dark Lord in all his greatness???” Titus leaned forward on his throne.
Ameratsu stared at Titus. ‘Yes’ He thought ‘Anything to topple you. A rift between you and the Dark Lord destroys your power and deprives the Dark Lord of possibly his greatest warrior. And this removes Lard Lad as a potential tool of the Dark Lord. ’
Shock pierced the androids impassive artificial face. Titus mistook it for an appropriate fear response at the prospect of defying the Dark Lord.
The expression was actually that Ameratsu was shocked at his boldness. He could feel it though. The time he had been waiting for was coming. Titus was tripping up. He had slaughtered and killed while the other servants of the Dark Lord amassed great empires. It was a new age with different types of heroes that used cunning and guile to defeat their opponents. Brute force and terror were the games Titus was used to playing, not politics.
Ameratsu continued, unable to stop himself. He even dropped his face, adopting a pleading posture with Titus.
“What greater plan could the Dark Lord have than for you to lead and crush his enemies. Surely, this is the Dark Lord’s plan for Lard Lad.”
Ameratsu would risk anything, risk anyone to see Titus undone, to deprive the Dark Lord of a chief servant, and to see the Dark Lord fail. Besides, death was a mercy for Lard Lad, much better than whatever plans the Dark Lord may have for him.
Titus broke from his conversation with Ameratsu with a start. Jarred by Power Boy’s message
“HERE. They’re here.” He bellowed. “You lie.” He pointed at Ameratsu, Titus was always one to lay the blame at others feet but, this time, he was right, Ameratsu did lie when he said they approached rather than they were already here, past Prianopolis’ defenses, An uncharacteristically foolish misstep for the careful android.
“RAHHHHHRR!!!!” Titus hurled his spear from the throne. The spear took Ameratsu in the chest where his heart would be were he human. The android fell to the stone floor spearhead sticking out through his back. The artificial body limp.
Titus’ chest heaved, furious. It was a waste of a major domo, the android all but ran this planet.
Titus’ eyes looked to Lard Lad, he needed to take his frustration out on someone.
Power Boy turned to Tempest, Invisible Brainiac, Disaster boy, and Goon Boy. They stood in an unremarkable street in the dead city of Prianopolis. Their starship was nowhere in sight. Power Boy hated this place, It was a graveyard. There wasn’t any infrastructure, just bare bones buildings to house Titus’ soldiers and servants.
They spread out, Power Boy taking a direct course for Titus’ palace. Tempest and Disaster Boy moved to either side of Power Boy. They would flank him from safety, using their powers to destroy this place indirectly. Invisible Brainiac and Goon Boy vanished. It was their job to search for and rescue Lard Lad and Cobalt Kid. They would all take paths to converge on Titus. It was risky plan, but it was too late for anything clever.
Buildings flew apart and shattered under Power Boy’s telekinetic assault. He walked towards Titus’ palace with the measured steps of a predator. He was really enjoying this. He could be at Titus’ palace in seconds but that wasn’t the plan. The plan was to make himself a target, drawing out more and more ghouls and soldiers, to pick them off in waves rather than face them all at once in Titus’ home. Power Boy was a trap.
On the street to the palace, Power Boy swept his baton straight through the middle of two ghouls. They fell apart, shattering into ashes.
From the sidelines Tempest used her power to remove all the oxygen from the area, felling dozens of soldiers without killing them. The earth shook and raged as Disaster Boy took out another group of soldiers as they closed in on Power Boy.
Soon Titus would run out of lackeys to send, and then Power Boy would be on his doorstep. They all would be.
Power Boy broadcasted three words telepathically, with such force to reach Cobalt Kid and Lard Lad wherever they were.
‘We are coming.’
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Dev em was relieved. It was apparent that there was something happening up in orbit above DAroon, and that Loser Lad and Fes Te had at least gotten some help from the Queen of Xylar 7. The bugs had retreated for the time being, and had not been seen for about an hour or two.
"Daddy?" Han Em asked from behind him.
He turned and smiled at his daughter. "Yes sweetheart?"
"Are we going to be alright? The animals on Daroon are really scared of the bugs...and I am too."
He looked from his daughter up to the sky. He had heard the sound of a ship...multiple ships entering the atmosphere.
Han looked up in the sky and squinted her eyes really tight. "I see shiny things up there daddy."
Dev laughed for the first time in days. "You do sweatie? That's great. It looks like there are a lot of ships coming. Loser and Fes are in one, and...no way. Is that..."
"Who daddy?"
"An old friend honey. You're going to really like him. He'll remind you of your Uncle Lon in a way."
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Loser Lad landed the cruiser and hit the switch to lower the ramp.
The second ship landed right along side of him and their ramp lowered as well.
Loser walked down the ramp and was met by Dev and Han. "Thank the gods you made it back Loser," he said as he gave Loser Lad a hug. "I take it things went well?"
Loser nodded. "There's a good sized fleet up there, and quite a few troops l;anding just the other side of the ridge. I also ran into some other friends..." he said and nodded toward the other ship that had made the landing within their compound.
Dev moved to go meet the others, and Han just stayed by Loser Lad. Jon Em came running up to them with Hugh, both yelling "Loser! Loser! Loser!" over and over again. Han shook her head, "they love saying your name over and over agian."
Loser Lad just smiled and excused himself, heading back into the cruiser to get some supplies.
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Serj and Lumber Fox came walking down the ramp and Dev was waiting to greet them.
Lumber Fox grinned, "This is like old home week. How are ya Dev?" he said as the two gave a rousing back patting hug.
"It is so good to see you. It's been way to long Foxy."
Lumber Fox gave Dev the abridged version oof where he had been and why he came to help.
Dev was all smiles as he turned to Serj. "You have to be Serj..."
Serj nodded. "I am, and I have something for you," he said as he reached into his pack.
"What..."
He pulled out an OPmnicom and handed it to Dev.
"Your brother wanted me to give this to you. He said you'd know what the information on it meant."
"Lon's still alive then...that's good."
Lunber Fox had a slightly puzzled look on his face. "You have a brother?"
Dev looked up at him as the Omnicom booted up. "Yeah...his name is Lon, but you knew him as Furball."
Lumber Fox shut his eyes and put his index fingers to the corners of his eyes. "Wait, Furball is your brother, and he has a name?"
Dev sighed. "Yeah, he also is one of the single most deadly sentients in the U.P."
"Furball?"
"He goes by Timberwolf now, and he looks...well pretty normal."
"Furball..."
Dev laughed again, "oh yeah, you also know our 'cousin,' in a manner of speaking."
Lumber Fox tilted his head at Dev, "you better not say..."
"I'm serious. Bruce is 'genetically' related to us through our mothers side...they were sisters."
Loser Lad walked up behind Dev and just grinned. "Yeah, things are never simple with the Legion."
Dev turned to Serj. "I'm sorry, we just..."
"It's all right," he said flashing a small grin. I would speak with the Queen and whomever is left of the Royal Cabinet."
"Sure," Dev said, glancing down at the Omnicom, "my wife, Queen Alyson, is right over here," he finished as he turned to lead Serj and the others the Queen."
AS they walked towards where the Queen was meeting with what few Senior Guards that were left, Lumber Fox leaned over to Loser Lad. "Dev is married to a Queen?"
"Yep..." Loser said before breaking out into laughter himself.
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Titus frowned at Lard Lad and considered the advice Ameratsu gave him. Should he feed on this one and go against the Dark Lord's commands?
As if he sensed what Titus was thinking, Lardy yelled, "do it, you sprocking coward--while you have the chance!" And then he spit on one of Titus' sandaled feet.
"You DARE!" Titus screamed and backhanded Lardy across the room. Titus stood over him and prepared to feed on him. Then, he paused and backed away. "Clever ruse, Lard Knight. You were obviously paying attention to the accursed android egging me on earlier. I will not defy the Dark Lord! You live...for now."
Lardy laughed. "So the high and mighty Titus is actually someone's lapdog? Maybe he wants to trade you in for someone with some backbone!" And his laughter rang through the Palace.
Titus' eyes lit up with pure hatred. Lardy had struck a nerve. Maybe he would feed on this one after all.
Suddenly, Power Boy's telepathic message rung in everyone's ears with its power and gave Titus pause. "So," Titus said, "he approaches. Time, I think, to teach the little one a lesson!" He gestured toward Lardy and said, "I will deal with you later!" Titus turned toward the two guards and, as they wailed, drained them of all of their life force. He motioned toward the rest of the guards and commanded, "guard this one, or I'll feed on you next!" Then, Titus flew out the nearby window.
Lardy's smirk faded away, and he tried to figure out how the Hell he'd get out of this mess. Gods, is Des really dead? Is this how it ends for us? he thought.
A moment later, he was aware of a fly buzzing around his head. Strangely curious about it all of a sudden, his eyes followed it as it came to a rest about two feet in front of him on the floor. In a blink a guard's foot came down on the fly, apparently ending its fragile existence. Then, the guard's foot flew in the air as if he'd just slipped on a patch of ice. A closer look showed that something had grown underneath the foot and threw it in the air. In another blink there was suddenly a great dragon in the room, and it lashed out at the guards with its tail. Several fell unconscious, and the remaider had little courage to face such a beast and ran away.
The dragon perused the throne room, confirming that the room was cleared of threats. Then, it faced the chained Lard Lad and shrunk down and shifted to a humanoid form with skin of an orange hue and a pair of distinctive antennae on its head.
Lardy recognized immediately that this was the traditional form taken by Durlans to outsiders. Moreover, he was pretty sure he recognized this particular Durlan.
"Juj?" Lardy asked him in an attempt to confirm his suspicion.
Juj Rinold was one of Kalla Hrykos's top aides. Lardy had worked closely with him years prior to assassinate and replace the Dominion's Pinnacle Command with Juj. This had paid off royally in the recent sacking of Hul they'd pulled off. He'd considered Juj a friend.
"Indeed I am, Lard Lad!" the shapeshifter confirmed jovially as he made his limbs into sharp blades to free Lardy of his bonds.
"How?" Lardy managed as a follow-up as he massaged his now-free wrists.
"I'm afraid I've been stowing away with you since Haven, my friend. I was trapped there after fleeing the Dominion, having finished playing my part. I wasn't sure how you all would take me, so I was literally a fly on the wall! I stayed with you throughout, waiting for my opportunity to help out. I'm...sorry about your friend. But I knew I was no match for Titus."
Lardy tried not to think of his friend or risk falling into despair. "It's...okay, Juj. Let's--"
Before he could say more, Lardy was distracted by a sound like weeping. The two turned and saw the two small children that had been offered up as a sacrifice to Titus cowering in a far corner. Lardy's eyes softened as the two reminded him of his own two precious children. Thoughts of grasping at straws and searching the ocean for Cobie dissipated. "We've gotta get them to safety, Juj."
"There are more downstairs, my friend!" Juj asserted.
Lardy walked toward Titus' throne and found what he was looking for: a marble. He touched it and it turned to liquid and coalesced all over him into his exo-armor. Then, he walked over to the children.
"Come, little ones," Lardy said gently. All fear left the children at his words, and they climbed into his arms. "Let's free the rest!" he yelled to Juj, and the two headed down the stares with Juj taking lead in his dragon form.
Des, I know you'd do the same, given this choice. Lardy thought as tears formed in his eyes. I just hope I can live with myself...
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Earth-4, The Dungeon of the Emperor's Palace
"AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!"
"Your screams are like music to my ears, traitoress!" laughed the Emperor as he tortured Kalla Hrykos with selected usage of his ice powers as her magically-imbued bonds restrained her light powers. "Now, perhaps, you can be persuaded to tell us all you know of your aptly-named 'Losers'?"
"Do your worst--I refuse to give you the satisfaction!" she snarled. "Just know that when I get out of this, I'll feed you to Shark Lad!" The thought made her want to laugh. And she did.
"Listen, you harlot!" the Emperor screamed in anger. "If you don't cooperate, I'll get Wyandotte on the communicator and tell him to unleash his bugs on your beloved Hrykosia!"
This gave her pause. "You wouldn't DARE!" she yelled.
"And why shouldn't I?" He looked toward his consort Blaine. "Get me Wyandotte, beloved!"
"STOP, you filthy water fowl!" she commanded to the Emperor before Blaine could do anything. "Did you think I had no contingency? If you make that call, I will destroy this planet and you and I with it!"
The Emperor and Blaine laughed. "The traitoress grasps at straws, my love," Blaine derided.
She shifted her eyes from one of them to the other, making direct, stony eye-contact with each. "When have either of you known me to bluff?"
The two looked at each other and frowned. They had worked with her enough to know not to take her lightly.
"I'll indulge you," the Emperor finally said. "How would you supposedly carry out this threat?"
She grinned broadly. "A nega-bomb," she said. "A particularly powerful one planted somewhere you'll never find it."
"Ridiculous!" Blaine scoffed. "There's no way, you--"
Kalla interrupted. "I had the opportunity with Hrykosian operatives planted among the Losers during my frequent visits here along with the necessary components for the device. As for the method, I'm sure you know that nega-bomb tech originates on Hrykosia?" She grinned, "and I'm sure you don't doubt the motive?"
The Emperor gasped noticably, the implications washing over him. "If such a thing were true, what would stop me from leaving this planet to die?"
"Well," she said slyly, "such an act would be looked at with disfavour among the other Oval Elite, would it not? A definite sign of weakness? My fate is sealed now, so I have nothing to lose. But you...?"
He knew of what she spoke. Weakness and treason were both punishable by death in the oath they swore. "How would your operatives know to activate it?"
She smiled wider, knowing she had him. "There's a pre-set time frame--could be a minute from now, an hour, a week--in which my operatives know that if they don't hear from me...BOOM!" She laughed loudly.
"My love," Blaine whispered, "surely she can't be telling the truth--!"
The Emperor whispered back, "But I must be sure!" Then, he turned back to Kalla and was about to speak, just as Blaine received a communication over his earpiece.
"Eudyptes!" Blaine yelled all of a sudden and motioned for the Emperor to turn back. Blaine whispered something unintelligible to him. As he heard what his lover had to say, The Emperor got an evilly confident look in his eyes.
"Traitoress," the Emperor finally said with renewed confidence, " I believe I've trumped your trump card!"
Moments later, another prisoner was brought down to the dungeon. Kalla recognized him immediately.
"Lon!" she cried as she saw her lover, also known as Timber Wolf, brought in in chains.
The Emperor grinned as he announced, "we will see how resolute you are as your lover suffers!"
As Blaine and the Emperor laughed, Lon and Kalla made eye contact. Her fear for him turned into hope as he silently mouthed to her, "right where I want 'em!"
Of course, she thought. He always has a plan. Part of why I love him so much!
She winked at him as he winked back, but her facial expression remained horrified for their captors' benefit.
She just hoped they'd be out in time to give her people the signal not to activate the bomb...or it would be a very short reunion! For Kalla Hrykos was not one to bluff...
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New Wystuv’ryy (formerly Gotham City), Earth-4, The Dark Oval
Following the reunion of Rockhopper Lad and Rockhopper Lass, a true sense of optimism seemed to overtake the Losers, and Lolita found herself smiling more herself. It had lifted their spirits and Lolita and the others felt glad to be around them.
Her initial intention had been to stay with Shark Lad, almost off to the side, her chronic shyness kicking in. But Shark Lad had told them they were here to help and it would be worthwhile to get to know them better. He was right of course, but Lolita couldn’t help but feel the nervousness that set in when you felt like an outsider; it was a feeling she’d had her entire life.
She knew the Earth-1 Faraway Lad very well because of Cobie, so she tried to find the chance to speak with him, but he remained busy with Rockhopper Lass for the planning stages. She had taken on the role of leader among the Losers and Faraway Lad was an important lieutenant to her, offering counsel and advice.
She liked Lightning Lass a lot, who seemed to have a swagger to her that usually was reserved for the boys. Ayla was nice to Lolita and welcoming, but it was obvious she had her own set of close friends and was busy with other things.
The two she really clicked with were Hugh Taylor, who was incredible nice and welcoming and always had a moment to speak with everyone, and Polka Dot Kid, who she met on the way here. The first thing he did, when he learned she didn’t have any offensive powers, was take her to the armory.
“Once you leave this cave,” he said dead serious, not realizing how silly he looked with his polka-dots on his face and costume, “you’re open to attack from just about every way possible. Snipers and bombs are everywhere and that doesn’t even get into the super-powered enemies we’re up against. You know how to use a gun?” he asked.
“Of course,” she said, taken aback. She grabbed a class-A blaster and cocked and loaded it, letting the micro-converter hum while it powered up. “This isn’t my first war,” she said. That was the truth but maybe her words came out a little to abrupt.
“Well excuse me,” he said smiling, handing her several flash-grenades. “Then surely you know what these are and how to use them. What about a knife?”
“I…I’ve never really used a knife or sword before,” she said. The thought made her nervous. Could she ever stab someone if she needed to? Maybe the Red Bee.
“Why don’t you take one just in case,” said Polka-Dot Kid. “Think of it like one of your boyfriend’s big teeth.”
Lolita laughed at the joke but there was something about the way he said boyfriend that made her wonder. Was it a bit of jealousy?
As they were talking, other Losers came and went, many of them people she didn’t know and hadn’t meant. She realized there were a lot of Losers who were not former SMBers or SMB Academy members. They had no powers at all.
Polka-Dot Kid seemed to know what she was thinking. “When you start doubting yourself, just look around you at these folks. Losers, everyone. One bullet kills them, just like you and I. And every one of them helps us just a little more. Just like you and I.”
Lolita nodded, taking his point. As they talked, another Loser she recognized entered the room, and walked over to them near the resupply station. It was Zhiya, the petite Asian woman who seemed to be some kind of super-ninja. Lolita immediately recalled when Zhiya held the sai to her neck and pricked it ever so slightly so her neck bled. It was not something she thought about gladly.
Zhiya walked by them but seemed to hover a minute when she walked by Lolita. She almost appeared ready to say something, but then decided against it and continued on. She walked over, asked for her some flash grenades and left.
Polka-Dot Kid noticed it too. “Zhiya usually doesn’t say much,” he said, “but when she does, it’s pretty direct. I’m surprised to see her unsure like that.”
“Why does she hate me?” asked Lolita. “I keep seeing her give me looks. I mean, I know she’s blind, but it’s like she listening to me when I talk even when she’s across the room. She always seems to be following me if that’s possible.”
Polka-Dot Kid shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. Aren’t you like your Earth’s version of Cobalt Kid’s sidekick or something?”
Lolita was suddenly taken aback in a big way and her face showed it. He lifted his hands up to apologize but she yelled right back at him. “No! I’m most certainly NOT Cobalt Kid’s sidekick! Where did you hear that? Was it Timberwolf? I’ll kill him! And what does that have to do with anything?!”
“Whoa, whoa, I didn’t mean anything by it,” he said quickly. “It’s just, if you’re close with your Earth’s Cobalt Kid, maybe that’s why Zhiya is interested in you.”
“Why?” she asked, confused.
“You don’t know,” said Polka-Dot Kid as if the answer was obvious. “Zhiya is our Cobalt Kid’s widow. She was his wife before he died.”
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The ancient ruins of Prianopolis, The Dark Oval
As the chains slowly dragged him down ever further into the murky depths of the ocean, Cobalt felt himself drifting into unconsciousness. His body ached from the stab wounds, cutting deep into his organs and arteries and spilling massive amounts of blood into the water. All around him he could sense the presence of massive sea creatures—megalodon sharks, sniffing at the fresh blood and inching ever closer to inspect, and very likely, enjoy a tasty meal. Would he drown, die of the stab wounds or be eaten?, he wondered. It was too bad he couldn’t utter any last words and instead only choked on his own blood.
As he continued to sink, the moments spread out as if they were minutes—no, as if they were hours. Titus did this, with Outcaste, the Dominator he hated so much and twice let go on this quest. But was it really them? Wasn’t it fate he should killed? Didn’t he deserve it after everything he’d done? He loosed the greatest killing race in the entire history of the galaxies, the Khunds, upon a planet and gave them full privileges to sack it. It was monstrous. But in truth, for years he’d been doing things leading up to that moment, pushing things further and further as the years went.
He felt the blood welling up in his throat as he tried to breath and it caused him to choke. He couldn’t help but open his mouth to let it out and all that caused was sea water to rush in. He was fading fast, and he knew it. He tried to think about the good things in his life but in a moment of clarity realized there was only one good thing in his life. The LMB. He tried to think about all the good times, so when he died he could be at peace but he couldn’t focus.
He kept thinking about Dr. Hoffman and Dark Conan torturing him. The Doctor experimenting on him like he was an animal and the barbarian brutalizing him for his own sheer pleasure. He wanted to die so bad then but somehow found a way to survive.
He thought about his father dying in his arms while his entire home planet died around them. He hadn’t even been able to cry at that moment, the trauma from his torture years earlier ruining him for life. My own father, he thought, and I didn’t shed a single tear. Dr. Hoffman made me used goods. Screwed up and unable to be a human being, no matter how hard I tried to feel something.
But even then, he knew that was a lie. A lie he told himself, as if the world had given him an excuse for his actions and he took it. It only made him feel guilty and hate himself all the more. He’d been used goods for a lot longer than that. Ever since the day his own mother stabbed him. He felt the sharp pain hit him in the back just like he did up on the boat when Outcaste stabbed him. But it was only when he looked up from the floor and saw his mother standing there with the knife in her hands that he felt true pain. A pain he’d never stopped feeling. How could she? he thought. Her own son…
A giant mass moved by him suddenly and snapped him back to attention. The megalodon shark had gotten closer and rubbed up against him; its sharp skin scratched as his arm almost knocking it off and caused him to bleed more. Had it only been seconds that he’d been in here? It felt like hours. Why wasn’t he dead yet?
He hadn’t thought about his mother in a long time. He pushed those memories away. Just like he pushed away what the barbarian did to him in that prison cell. What they made him do. Sometimes if you could make yourself forget you could survive.
The world had done him wrong but he was no different than anyone else. People could do terrible things. But not everyone. It was so hard to think, the pain was so great. His lungs were screaming from not being able to breath and his wounds were hurting so bad. Not everyone. You had the right of it before.
Did he? What was he thinking about before? He couldn’t even remember anymore. He was too far gone. This time, there was no coming back. Maybe, just maybe, somewhere beyond this existence there was something else and I could make things right with his parents.
He felt the despair begin to lift away as he felt acceptance. Submit.
And he sank lower and lower into the darkness.
. . . . . . . No.
No, you’ve never given up yet. You have to at least try. Try for them. Try for the only ones who ever showed you any true love before. For your brethren. For the Legionnaires.
In his darkest moments, he believed that people were naturally terrible beings prone to do terrible things. But he’d always had the evidence to counter that argument: the LMB.
He opened his eyes but the darkness this deep was overwhelming. He could not see the shapes of the sharks around him. But he felt he could see. He felt as if someone was giving him a look.
“We’re heroes, Cobie. That’s what we do.” Lash said that to him on their first mission. Always smiling, always laughing.
“As long as we watch each other’s backs, we’ll be okay,” said Lardy to him. And he meant it. He proved it to me again and again.
“It’s okay to get knocked down,” said Dev, “you just have to get back up.” Dev reached down with an outstretched hand and grasped Cobie’s, pulling him to his feet. Those words had always stuck.
“It’s not over, Des,” said Faraway, “until it’s truly over.” Perhaps his greatest teacher of all.
They had taught him so much. They taught him everything. Maybe as he got older he started to forget. But not now. Not anymore.
Okay LMBers…here I come…. He began to kick his feet to try to stop the sinking. It was no use. He didn’t know how much time he had left. Probably not much. It was probably never going to work. But he had to try.
“I know I’ve done terrible things, Cobie. But so long as I’m alive, I still have time. I can redeem myself.” The Emerald Empress said that to him and he believed her. She did exactly that—she redeemed herself. Maybe there was still hope for her, after all?
He cleared his mind and pushed away the thoughts of despair and giving up. He could still redeem himself, he knew it. Crujeckie, Lolita…so many. They might not love him, and they might not be his friends, but he could do right by them.
”The first thing any super villain worth his salt learns,” said Yellow Kid with a half smile, “is that it’s okay to get caught as long as you can escape shortly thereafter. So you’ve got to learn to bust free from any types of chains or shackles. With no powers.” Yellow Kid had an incredible sense of humor, which Cobalt learned full well the day he agreed to let YK teach him how he always broke free after being caught.
“C’mon,” said Cobie. “There’s no one way to break out of any type of restraints.”
“Of course not,” said Yellow Kid. “You’ll need to learn dozens of ways. Luckily, we’ve got lots of chains and shackles.”
Art would get a kick out of this death trap, thought Cobalt. But he’d be pleased to see this rudimentary shackling they put around me. He shifted his body but the water made it difficult. The pain from the stab wounds was immense—he’d lost so much blood already. Maybe it wasn’t so rudimentary after all. He stopped moving and focused. And then he pushed with all his might to move his shoulder around. POP. His shoulder became dislocated; but his arms also came free.
The chains continued to sink to the bottom, but now, Cobalt Kid was free.
“I think we need to put something right in the official charter,” said Looks that Kill Lad. “Something about our outlook on those who are different.”
“Paul, what do you mean?” said Seahorse, confused.
“I mean that just because something is scary and different, doesn’t mean its bad. It doesn’t mean its going to kill you. As heroes, the public will expect things from us—to protect them from things they’re afraid of. But that’s not our job. Even scary aliens or monsters can be living beings. And they deserve our respect.”
“Even if they dine on human flesh?” said Cobalt with a grin. Goon Boy laughed.
“Yes,” said Looks that Kill Lad, spinning around with his finger in the air. “Even then,” he said dead serious. “If you show it respect, it may just leave you alone.”
Cobalt began to push away the pain and swim back towards the top of the ocean. We’ll see if you were right, Paul. The megalodon sharks swam all around him now, the blood almost driving them into a frenzy. But Cobalt felt no fear. If they end it now, it’s over, he thought. But I’ll give them my respect, and we’ll see.
Though they continued to swim around him, they left him alone.
“It’s no use, Joe,” said Cobalt, “I can’t seem to do it. There’s not enough metal in there. I can’t lift it.”
“Cobie,” said Engine Joe Boy, “you have to stop thinking about yourself as a superhero who only uses magnetism on metal. The extent of yours powers are undefined. And you are much more than a simple superhero. You can do so much. If there is element in this rubble that is affected by polarization, you can lift it. It’s not just about science. It’s about willpower. If you push yourself, you’ll find a way to do it. Even if you don’t understand how you did it.”
He was right; he was always right. Cobalt focused. My powers…Lardy yelled out to me as they took me away. He said I still had them, I had to just fight. I could get them back.. It’s all about willpower.
He concentrated as hard as he could and swam up, up and farther up. He choked back the blood and the sea water, and ignored the pain. He thought about the magnetism and the healing and all the other wonderful things he could do so naturally. He pushed himself.
And at long last, he saw the light up ahead. It’s worth it. It’s worth going on. For the LMB.
He broke surface at long last and inhaled deeply. Air went into his lungs and burned all the way down. He spit up blood and water and felt dizziness overtake him. He felt awful.
But he was alive.
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From the boat, Outcaste watched in the distance as Titus battled the heroes. He realized, of course, the Legionnaires had arrived to save their friends. Likely Titus would kill them all, but there was always the chance he might not. Thankfully, Outcaste was now long out to see and difficult to reach. Cobalt Kid was dead and Outcaste had to secure his escape from the LMBers and he’d be fine.
He did not like the ocean water at all. The salty smell made him sick and the constant rocking had thrown off his equilibrium. After he’d thrown Cobalt Kid into the water and his adrenaline had died down, he vomited over the side from sea sickness. Years ago he’d made himself into an unkillable, but that never changed the decades of being nothing more than a member of the science caste, where physical duties were frowned upon.
He could hear those retched megalodon sharks breaking up from the water and then diving back down again. It was distracting and unnerving. They were big enough to shatter the little boat he was on.
“You really are stupid,” came a voice suddenly. It sounded tired and distressed but it had a bite to it. He knew immediately who it was.
Outcaste turned in an instant, pulling out both his gun and his dagger and getting into attack position. Anger and shock were overpowering all other emotions and senses. Cobalt Kid was still alive!
Cobalt was leaning over the side of the boat, trying to climb in. He was costume was only his pants, which was in tatters, and he was covered in blood and cuts. He was soaking wet from the ocean and his skin was a pale blue from the cold. He was trying to climb in but couldn’t and fell over the side into the boat and onto his back. Outcaste almost laughed.
“Not quite the dramatic entrance,” he said, letting his guard down and moving forward.
Cobalt suddenly lunged to his feet, grabbing hold of the side to steady himself. He felt the boat rocking back and forth and it took a moment to adjust, but the feel of having something beneath his feet again was like medicine. He tried to focus, to push away the tiredness and pain. He’d gotten too far not to. “You think you’re the first person to beat me, stab me, tie me in chains and throw me into an ocean full of sharks?” he said with a smile.
“Defiant to the end,” said Outcaste, angry and annoyed. “I thought you’d bleed out before any other means of death overtook you, but a blast in the head works fine for me.” He raised his blaster, hoping to end it once and for all.
Cobalt held his own hand up and suddenly the blaster came stumbling out of Outcaste’s hands and into Cobalt’s. Outcaste’s eyes went wide as the realization that his magnetism was back began to set in.
Cobalt smiled. “Yes,” he said and using his magnetism, he turned the blaster into a small pile of scrap iron and threw it over board. “The stab wounds, they’ll heal too,” he continued as Outcaste saw the deep cut he’d made with the machete was no longer leaking blood. The scar would remain forever, but the wound was healing.
The hot sun beat down on Cobalt’s body and it reinvigorated him, burning away the chill in his bones from the depth of the ocean. “There’s a lot I want to say to you, Outcaste, but frankly, I’m too exhausted.” He moved his hand to face the water and it was clear he was using his magnetism. Suddenly, as the machete Outcaste hurled into the water earlier came floating back up to the boat and into his hands, did the Dominator realize why.
Cobalt held the machete in an offensive position. Outcaste held his dagger in the same. Both of them pushed away any exhaustion or nausea as adrenaline began to rush into them both.
The boat rocked and the waves crashed but silence became increasingly deafening.
Cobalt spoke, and his words held an air of finality: “You and I have unfinished business.”
They charged one another at full speed; Outcaste using his enhanced unkillable body to maximize his strength and speed; Cobalt used his magnetism to do the same. In an instant, they were on top of one another.
Outcaste plunged his dagger forward to reach Cobalt’s side but it was a ploy so he could swing his super-powered arm around and carve out Cobalt throat.
But Cobalt was possessed with the fury he’d held back for too many years. His magnetism exploded forward like an explosion, knocking the dagger out of Outcaste’s hand and his body to the floor. The Dominator looked up in shock.
And Cobalt swung the machete down and lopped his off his head, sending it flying into the ocean waves.
The waves continued to crash and Cobalt at once realized he could hear them again. Outcaste’s decapitated body rained blood into the air but Cobalt kicked it aside as it did so none would land on him. He threw the machete over the side, as Outcaste had done before.
“It’s over,” he said aloud to himself. He felt no better about it, but no worse. He looked out into the ocean and felt a calm suddenly. His wounds were beginning to heal but he was in very bad shape. “But I’ll live,” he said out loud. “That much I’m sure of. I haven’t forgotten, old friends,” he said to the sky. “Maybe for a moment…but that moment has passed.”
He rose in the air using his magnetism and below he began to shatter and destroy the boat so it became rubble and sank deep into the ocean. He spied the name of the vessel as it began to sink and read it, expecting it to be something ironic, like ‘revenge’. Instead it simply said “Mother”.
In the distance, he could see fighting and instantly he knew the LMBers had arrived to battle Titus. He wiped the blood off of his face, some his own and some Outcaste’s disgusting yellow variety, and flew off towards the fighting.
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"You dumbass," Invisible Brainiac thought to himself as he flew through the streets of Prianopolis.
Or rather, his Green self thought to himself.
It had seemed like a good idea then, splitting up to cover more ground. Blue and Yellow were en route, but hadn't reached Prianopolis yet. Their delivery had taken longer than expected.
That left, Red, Orange, Green, Indigo and Purple. IB had thought 5 of him would be enough.
He'd reconsidered the moment they'd landed.
He cringed as he remembered Titus telepathically invading his thoughts. "You try to resist me?" came the mocking voice. "Your Cobalt Kid was more skilled than you in telepathic techniques, and he's dead now. You will join him soon - after I have my way with you, youth. I haven't forgotten our earlier encounters."
"Few do. Bet you've been thinking of my ass ever since you've seen it. Poor you, guess nobody'll have you so you have to resort to rape?" IB had sent before shutting off the mindlink between his selves. He'd guesses that was what had allowed Titus to locate him so quickly. Crujectra and the other LMB telepaths had done the same to him before.
He wished he'd felt as brave as he'd sounded, though.
He couldn't see Goon Boy anymore.
He was alone.
"Not truly, though." He told himself. "As long as the LMB stands..."
Purple skulked in the shadows of servant's quarters, searching quickly. "Damn, wish I could still talk to the others," he thought. "Shutting of my mindlink also shuts me off from Power Boy's telepathy."
He hovered silently, peering through every room he could. Around him, servants huddled in their quarters. Purple made a mental note to help them when the battle was over. If he still lived, that is. Titus claimed to have already killed Cobalt Kid, who was a better hero than he himself was.
He pushed that thought out of his mind as he went on.
He heard a familiar moan. Heart pounding, he ducked into the room. Relief flooded his heart as he saw the figure lying on the floor, weak but alive.
"Cobie? You're not dead?" He quickly turned the older hero over.
Too late, he noticed the lifeless eyes and the wicked smile. Cobie's form melted away to reveal one of Titus' ghouls.
Purple felt a crushing feeling in his throat.
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Red yelled as he fired blast after blast at the ghouls around him. "I've already seen myself die once, it ain't gonna happen again!"
He raged at the thought. His Earth-4 counterpart had died as he'd watched helplessly, unable to help. He hated being helpless.
Adrenaline rushing, he ducked a ghoul's clawed hand by crouching, then quickly blew its head off. Another quickly came up behind him; spinning around, he kicked its feet out from under it and used a laser to decapitate it.
He hoped Titus was too busy to quickly reanimate these things - or to create more. He hadn't seemed to particularly care when he'd lost control of Disaster Boy.
He turned to face the wall of ghouls around him. "Come and get it, squajes!" He cut a swath through their ranks as they surged forward.
Suddenly, they stopped. And as one, they parted.
A lone ghoul stood in the middle. This one glowed, capturing the sunlight.
Red paused. This didn't look good.
Deciding to test it, he fired a laser at where its heart would be.
His beam refracted out of its side.
"Crap." It must be made of refractive crystal!
The ghoul didn't hesitate. It held out its arm, sending crystal daggers flying out towards him.
Desperately reaching for his quarterstaff, Red wished that he'd prepared enough for this. He wouldn't go down without a fight.
Indigo cursed as he dodged the darkness that snaked around him, trying to engulf him. The ghoul attacking him wore a cape and a skimpy costume; if it were alive he'd probably had taken a closer look.
As it was, he could barely see its features in the dark shadowy clouds surrounding it. And he was too busy fighting for his life, too.
In a moment of panic, he realized that his other selves were also likely fighting ghouls whose powers counteracted his own powerset. Suppressing that panic, he thought carefully.
His previous blasts had been absorbed by the blackness around him. If it touched him, would he be absorbed as well?
He didn't dare risk it. There was only one choice.
He dropped to the floor, turning himself back into flesh and blood. He'd have to take this on without using his powers.
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Orange's chest heaved as he crawled along the ground. He didn't dare look up.
Above him, a cloud of particles floated in the air. Around him, plants caught in its path withered; the ground was littered with bugs that had fallen from it.
He saw a rat try to scurry out of the cloud's path; it didn't make it.
The source of the cloud was hovering above; a gigantic moth with large eyes and a wingspan wider than he was tall. Its shadow loomed across him, blotting out the sun.
In his light form, he shouldn't be affected by poisons and pollen. But the problem was, the cloud was also absorbing the sunlight, somehow. If he flew through it, he had no idea if he'd be absorbed or refracted.
Orange huddled under the foliage; his only advantage was that the cloud moved slowly. But if he didn't do something fast, he'd be out of time...
Two streaks of light raced through space towards Prianopolis.
"I can't believe you didn't keep in better touch with them!" Blue sent to Yellow. "All you know is they were going to split up?"
"Don't yell at me like that. I was nearly out of range, and it was tough keeping in touch with both you AND them." Yellow glared back. "I'm not the irresponsible one anymore."
"Fine, fine. I'm sorry. You know I'm just worried."
In the time it had taken to make that exchange, the two had already reached the upper atmosphere of Prianopolis.
"No, I don't." Yellow snapped back. "The rest of you always harp on and on about responsibility - that's why we don't enjoy life more!"
Blue's eyebrow raised. This wasn't like Yellow. Red was the most intense one, and even he didn't snap like that when they were arguing. He bit his tongue - know wasn't the time.
"Enjoy life? Like that time you got us in trouble with the husband of that married women? You just don't accept responsibility, do you?" Blue couldn't stop the words. Almost as though someone else were willing it.
His eyes bulged wide. Surely he hadn't meant that. Someone must be influencing them. Titus was a telepath. He had to tell Yellow.
Before he could turn his head, it snapped towards the left. "And I thought you were the empathic one? Why don't any of you understand?" Yellow screamed.
Blue rubbed his cheek. "Stop being a baby and GROW UP!" He flew up to Yellow, kicking him in the stomach.
No, he shouldn't. They were being controlled. STOP IT!
Yellow's eyes were wide too, and tears welled in the corners. Blue could tell over their mindlink that he also knew what was going on. It didn't stop him from backhanding Blue across the face, though.
Nor did it stop Blue from catching Yellow's second punch in his fist, and then elbowing him in the gut.
Neither of them even noticed the ghoul floating just below them, feeding on their violence.
Green was sorely tempted to open up his mindlink again and check on his other selves. He hated not knowing.
He just concentrated on covering as much ground as he had, while making sure he didn't run into Titus.
He ignored the cries ringing out as destruction rained on Prianopolis. He knew his LMB allies wouldn't harm the civilians, so he didn't feel any guilt at moving on.
Invisibly running through the streets, he felled ghouls and soldiers quickly and efficiently. "That's 27 soldiers and 7 ghouls," he thought. That much less for Titus to call upon later.
Up ahead, a ghoul stepped out of a side street into his path. It was like it knew he was there. "I should take this one down fast then," he thought. He raised his hand to strike it down.
Suddenly, space distorted around him. It was almost like the fabric of reality screamed.
Nausea overtook him. Clutching his stomach, he forced himself steady as the warp collapsed. Looking around, he saw he was back in space; he could recognize Prianopolis off in space. It was so far away...
He turned to find the ghoul. Had it been the one that transported him here?
It was floating a short distance away from him.
He fired a blast, not wanting to get any closer than necessary.
Opening its cloak, the figure revealed its body... a swirling, dark, dense mass of nothing. A black hole.
"Oh light," Green thought as his blast was absorbed. Soon, he would be too.
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Titus' Palace The ancient ruins of Prianopolis, The Dark Oval
It began when:
Titus greeted them on the once grand steps leading up to his palace. His arrogance reeked. He talked and talked, making lewd comments about having Disaster Boy return.
Power Boy stood in the center of the street below the steps. Tempest and Disaster Boy stood to either side. They looked fresh, having taken time on the journey to shower, eat, and recover. They said nothing, they looked impassive. They looked deadly.
And suddenly Power Boy made eye contact with Titus, causing the tyrant to trail off.
‘Die.’ Power Boy said in a low voice.
The next thing Titus saw was Power Boy’s boot in his chest …. Violently knocking him back, shattering the palace doors, and hurling him across the floor through the interior rooms.
Titus’ head rung, it took him a moment to focus. His hair was in his eyes as he looked around from his place on the floor. His chest … hurt … his breastplate shattered. He knew he had no time to get it off, he tried to get up. To say that Titus was surprised was a vast understatement. Titus was fighting for his life.
Tempest stalked the battle. She stood in the shadows intently focused on the gods locked in combat. The fight had started with the rings of Power Boy’s baton on Titus’ sword. At first, Power Boy’s superior speed allowed him to get more strikes in with his baton. Over time, This enraged Titus causing him to become more reckless which capitalized on his brute strength.
The battle changed when he grabbed Power Boy by the throat who responded with a vicious blast of energy vision from his eyes, burning a gash across Titus’ face. Now they tumbled through walls, shattered columns, and shook the palace in a savage frenzy.
Titus diminished, bruising and bleeding, skin turning grey with every passing blow struck. Cuts on Power Boy didn’t bleed, they … leaked … light and energy. The result was a sizzling of light and grey as the battle blurred, threatening to bring the castle down on their heads.
From the corner of Tempest’s eye, she saw Disaster Boy dispatch a few soldiers with a blast of flame. Most of the soldiers broke and ran after seeing the battle began. They feared Titus as much as anyone else and took this opportunity to flee. She knew Power Boy had talked with Disaster Boy about a contingency plan. Disaster Boy would bring this entire castle, even this planet, down on them if it looked like they would fail.
She wouldn’t let that happen, she would succeed, at least in her part. She pushed her mental powers into Titus’ mind surreptitiously while he was distracted with Power Boy. She gradually cut him off from his mental powers. She dismantled his psychic defenses while he fought Power Boy. She did more than that, oblivious to the palace crumbling around her, she delved Titus deeper and deeper searching for any clues, weaknesses, any hint of … the Dark Lord.
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Gear was putting the finishing touches on another weapon for the Losers to use in the upcoming battle.
Clark Marlowe was also working with him, as Jon needed help with certain aspects of the weapons that required a gentler touch.
“Here’s another one Clark,” he said as he tossed the weapon behind him without looking.
Clark caught the gun. “A little warning next time Jon."
Gear turned and sighed. “Sorry. I forget sometimes.”
“We all forget things sometimes Jon,” a voice came in from the hall.
Hugh Taylor entered Gears workshop area and shut the door. “Are you okay?”
Jon lifted his head to the right and gave a really unimpressive chuckle. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was kind of hoping he would have been with them…but at least I got to meet their Sharklad, and know that my ‘Uncle’ is here fighting alongside us…even if he did wander off...just like she used to all the time.”
Hugh closed the gap between them and placed his hand on Jons left shoulder. “Maybe…”
“No. I’m sure he is taking care of things back with his family. If my calculations are correct, his family is under attack as well.”
Hugh shut his eyes for a moment. He and Jon had been friends for years, and he hated when he got into these moods. While it usually meant really innovative tech for the Losers, it usually meant that he was drawing further away from everyone.
Clark wanted to say something, or leave the room. But neither option seemed to be the right thing to do, so he just stayed as quiet as possible.
Jon scratched the back of his head. “Stupid thing is itching again. I hate feeling like a cyborg.”
“Look, we don’t even know if he is on planet right now. For all we know, he went and followed the other group.”
“No, he’s here, and it’s about time he learned that I am alive. I don’t think it will make any real difference to him at this point. He’s insane. The Emperor has twisted his mind into something beyond repair.”
“You don’t know…”
Jon shook his head, and Hugh stopped mid-sentence/ “I’m sorry Jon.”
Jon shut his one good eye. “No Hugh, I’m sorry. You’re the best friend I have, and the only one that puts up with my ‘somber’ moments. The rest just walk off when I get like this.”
Clark wanted to say something, but didn’t.
The door burst open and all three of them whipped their heads around and were ready for anything.
Legion Adventure Boy ran in the room, “He’s searching for us, and he’s getting closer…”
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