Starring Spellbinder, Fat Cramer, Caliente and Saturn Girl
“Eleven in the corner pocket.”
The pretty blonde leaned forward over the table, cue stick in hand and aimed at the small red ball on the large table before her. Her eyes narrowed in concentration and she adjusted her angle slightly. Triggering the button on the cue stick with one finger, a beam of hard light lanced out from the end of the stick, connecting with the ball with an audible crack. The little red ball shot forward, barely missing twelve other balls before it ricocheted off the side of the table.
As the ball dropped into the corner pocket, the woman directly across from her crossed her arms, one eyebrow raised. “Are you sure you’re not using your powers, Crujectra?”
The psionic Princess of Psyonia stood up, laughter twinkling in her eyes. “I’ve been spending a lot of time with Cobie, Cramer. He’s been teaching me all sorts of terrible things.”
Fat Cramer smiled, shaking her head. “I can only imagine.”
Spellbinder and Fat Cramer had come to Ventura three days earlier for a little well-deserved rest and recreation. They had been accompanied by Caliente and Saturn Girl. The four women had been dividing their time between spas and casinos, but tonight they had decided to try something a little different. That was how they had ended up in the bar known galaxy-wide as “Whortbeast Ugly.”
Caliente had just returned from the bar carrying a tray of refreshments, which she sat down on the table next to the turbopool table. Crujectra could tell by the look in her eye that Cali’s gears were turning, so she prepared herself for the worst. “You know, Crujectra, I’ve been meaning to ask you something, and I’ll warn you that it’s a bit personal.”
Spellbinder picked up her drink and leaned against the table. “Do your worst, dear,” she replied, her curiousity piqued. Fat Cramer and Saturn Girl moved in closer.
“Well,” Caliente began, wondering how best to phrase it. She decided that blunt was best. “Why on earth are you dating Cobalt Kid?” She raised a hand to fend off any protest. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Cobie. He’s a great guy. He’s also a bit of a…”
“Flirt?” Saturn Girl offered helpfully.
“Pig?” Fat Cramer jokingly offered, less helpfully.
Caliente looked a little uncomfortable, obviously wishing she hadn’t started it. “Well, let’s just say that I never would have put you two together. Maybe for something short term, but you seem to have… domesticated him. Kinda.”
Crujectra laughed. It was more or less what she had expected. “Well, he’s far from domesticated, but he has settled down quite a bit. Cobie has sewn more than his fair share of wild oats in the past, but that doesn’t really bother me too much. You can’t change the past, and as you said, he is a great guy.”
“Don’t you ever worry he might… stray?” Fat Cramer asked.
“Good luck keeping something like that from a telepath,” Saturn Girl offered, sipping from her drink.
“Well, in theory I would probably be able to pick up that sort of betrayal through my telepathy, but it’s really not necessary. I trust Cobie.” Three skeptical looks forced her to sigh. “Well, and there is the soul-link, of course.”
Caliente frowned. “You know, I still don’t quite get that whole ‘soul-link’ thing.”
Crujectra looked thoughtful, wondering how best to explain it. “Well, you’ve heard of people referring to their partners as their soul mates, right?” Three heads nodded. “Well, for Psyonians, we sometimes take that to the next step. Powerful psychics can sometimes forge deep bonds with the person they are meant to be with. It’s far deeper than a telepathic bonding, although that is part of it. With a soul-link, you share thoughts, emotions, sensations.”
“Like two halves of the same person?” Saturn Girl asked thoughtfully.
Crujectra nodded. “Exactly like that, Caroline. I have complete faith in Cobie because he is my soul mate. He is the person I was meant to be with, and the feeling is mutual. Don’t get me wrong, he is still a terrible flirt, but I don’t mind that, because I know his heart belongs to me.”
Caliente laughed. “Who would have thought that I would kind of envy one of Cobalt Kid’s relationships?”
The four women laughed.
“Well, you little ladies seem like you’re having a good time,” a deep voice rumbled from behind them. “I think that we can show you a better time.”
Fat Cramer looked up to see four big men standing at the corner of the turbopool table, weaving slightly as they held nearly empty glasses. “Thanks, fellas, but we’re just fine on our own.”
The big man in front scowled a little, his lip curling slightly as the words slurred from his mouth. “That wasn’t a request, little lady.”
The four women looked to each other, then turned to face the drunken men. They clenched their fist in preparation.
“Remember, ladies,” Crujectra said as the four women moved apart slightly, “no powers.”
“I love a good bar fight,” Caliente said, smiling. “Frio is gonna wish she had come along.”
“Let’s do this fast,” Saturn Girl said. “If I have to call Scott to bail us out of jail at this hour, he will not be happy.”
-------------------- Some people are like slinkys: not really good for anything, but they bring a smile to your face when you knock them down a flight of stairs
From: Penthouse atop Levitz Hall, LMBP Plaza, Embassy Row, Legion World | Registered: Jul 2003
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A month after he left Legion World seemingly for good, the man formerly known as Lard Lad finds himself a little bored, alone as he is now in his and Dru’s suite. His new role as essentially a house-husband is taking quite some getting used to, he’s finding. Certainly, it’s a major change of pace from the role he’s been playing the past eight-plus years. He was a man of action: a hero fighting in the front line’s for what was right, and a socialite blazing whatever path he chose to blaze on the galaxy’s party scene.
But, truthfully, all that began to change over two years ago when he originally left the LMB and pursued a burning vendetta to its bitter end. That act left a scar on his soul, and the repercussions from it continued to dog him until he’d buried himself so deep in lies and guilt, he came to where he no longer recognized the face in the mirror. To him, the hero was gone, as was the partier who could no longer take joy in the simple pleasures of the night.
When he was at his lowest, though, he miraculously connected to Dru, a former enemy, and their souls bonded. Through this great love, both found redemption. He then discovered that the only way he could heal all the way was to leave behind the two roles he used to cherish so much. Ultimately, he knew that he’d dig himself deeper and deeper into this dark hole if he kept on the path he’d been on.
So, he and Dru married and left his old life behind forever. And he’s happy. A little bored, but happy. He and Dru were made for each other, and it seems like they’re getting closer every day. But he wouldn’t be human if he could just block every thing about his old life out of his mind.
Today is one of those days. With Dru being away, Lardy finds himself looking through old holo-pics of various eras of the LMB, especially the ones from when they moved to Legion World and on. And though he’s already made some friends here on Zerox, it’s the holos of his friends from the LMB that he’s viewing and missing the subjects of right now. Eryk. Lou. Darden. Cali. Rocky. So many others.
But soon, it’s a holo of himself and the man who he considers his best friend in this universe that he mulls over the longest. Des. Cobalt Kid. He remembers this holo well. It was taken during one of their frequent visits to the pocket universe run by one Phineas B. Fuddle, which was Party Central for the LMB for a short while, a few months prior to their permanent settlement on Legion World. The holo was taken at their request by Stu just before Lardy and Cobalt headed out for perhaps their most debaucherous “mission” ever, even among dozens such that have become legendary in the United Planets and beyond!
Lardy laughs heartily as he recalls…..
Nothing Sacred!
…a semi-erotic cautionary tale starring Lard Lad and Cobalt Kid!
Ah, yes…The Remarkable Worlds of Phineas B. Fuddle. It was a time in LMB history unlike any other. The LMB was in its third year of existence and contemplating relocating from the D.C. district of Metropolis when Lash Lad found a gateway into a secret pocket universe most unique. The man called Phineas B. Fuddle had used his considerable powers to fashion a psychedelic universe with several worlds all designed for the pursuit of pleasure.
The LMB-at-large flocked into it and brought with them a sprawling entourage of alt-I.D.s and gen-chars, groupies and free-thinkers to what seemed like a never-ending party. Their time there would sadly be short-lived, but if there was a Party Hall of Fame, the time of Phineas World’s reign would definitely be a charter inductee.
It was on one such occasion that original LMBers Lard Lad and Cobalt Kid found themselves, as they often did during that time, chilling with one of Phineas’s gurus, Jose Luis Garcia Lopez, and indulging in certain recreational substances.
“Dude!” Lardy exclaimed, “Jose, that’s a seriously freaky shape you made with that smoke!”
“¿Qué?” was Mr. Garcia Lopez’s bewildered reply. Lardy and Cobalt started howling with laughter and rolled off their bean bags. Seems there was a language barrier between Jose and the two LMBers, and ’Que’ was pretty much Jose’s stock reply to their questions as a result. Why he tolerated the two was a mystery since they pretty much reacted the same way every time he gave his puzzled reply. Possibly, it was amusing to him to see how they couldn’t handle their recreational substances.
After the laugh riot finally ran its course, Cobalt lamented, “man, pretty soon we’re gonna have to go back to Metropolis cuz our leave is running out.”
“Bummer,” Lardy replied in dismay. “Damn, Des…we gotta do something awesome before we go back, man!”
“Well, it’s been purty awesome here, ya know? We could just go to one of the worlds here we haven’t partied on yet!”
“Dude, we’ve been to ‘em all, man! We gotta do something’ kewl like…like…”
“Like what, man?” Cobalt prompted while caressing an imaginary naked pixie.
“…like…DUDE! We could go party with some space-nuns!!!”
“What?” said Cobalt.
“¿Qué?” said Jose.
“Space-nuns, dude! I heard ‘while back about this convent in the middle of nowhere, full of young virgin chicks who’re, like, all into their sacred woman-ness and stuff! They’ve, like, never even seen a guy and all! We could show ’em what they’ve been missin’!”
“Whoa…” muttered Cobalt in response, while simultaneously contemplating the fern growing out of his navel. “Let’s do it, Lardy! But first…ya got any garden shears?”
“¿Qué?” said Jose.
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Later, their buzz had worn off but not their enthusiasm for their “mission”. After getting Stu to take a commemorative holo of them and their repeated imploring of Jose to ‘come with’ fell on deaf (or uncomprehending) ears, Lardy and Cobalt sat aboard the cloaked cruiser they’d taken and discussed Lardy’s plan.
“So what’s the intel on this place, Lardy?” Cobalt asked eagerly.
“Well,” Lardy answered skimming a brochure, “it’s called the Convent of the Sacred Female…yadda-yadda…they worship some goddess called the One… yadda-yadda-yadda…males are inherently evil…yadda-yadda…so the nuns are isolated from birth if possible…yadda-yadda-yadda…raised to revere their femininity unspoiled by sex…yadda-yadda…impenetrable force field…yadd--”
“Wait what was that last part?” Cobalt interrupted.
“What? The whole ‘unspoiled by sex’ thing? That means they’re virgins, dumbass, haven’t you been paying att--”
“No dammit--the part about the impenetrable force field!”
“Oh! Yeah, it says here, ‘the convent is surrounded by a magical force field that is impenetrable by any male.’”
“Well, damn, Lardy…don’tcha think that presents a bit of a problem?”
“Oh, please, Des, give me a lick of credit, please!” Lardy scoffed and pulled out some pink pills. “Guess what these are!”
“Pro-Fem?” Cobalt said.
“Pro-Fem!” Lardy affirmed. “These last about a day--long enough for us to sneak aboard the shuttle carrying their latest novices and get through the barrier!” Grinning widely he pulls something out of his bag. “And--two of the Convent’s nun get-ups!”
“Geez, Lardy, you must’ve been planning this caper a while!” Cobalt grinned.
“Oh, yeah,” his friend grinned back, “just savin’ it for the right moment!”
And the two laughed hard, knowing this would be one of their best escapades ever!
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Aboard the transport carrying novices to the Convent, two in particular, one with a rather overly-full figure and the other very athletic and slender in appearance, sit in the backmost seats.
“Dude!” the full-figured one said softly, “you are HOT! You make for a smokin‘ chick!”
“Keep it down, Lardy,” the other whispered.
“But you are, man!” Lardy chuckled and placed a hand over her mouth to buffer the noise. “I mean--damn--I’d do ya!”
“Sorry, pal,” Cobalt answered curtly, “not gonna happen. Have you scoped these chicks out? They are mega-fine!”
“Sprock, yeah! I was little afraid they‘d all be dogs or something, but…DAMN! I haven‘t seen a wallflower, yet!”
“Not a one!” replied the femmed-up Cobalt. Then something occurred to her. “Say, Lardy, what’ll happen to us if the Pro-Fem doesn’t fool the barrier?”
“Oh, don’t worry--it will.” But then Lardy added, “but if it doesn’t…I’m relatively sure it’ll kill us…painlessly…”
Cobalt rolled his eyes, but knows it’s too late to back out as the planetoid loomed ahead outside the window. Within moments a strange, invisible energy filled the transport, and Lardy and Cobalt suddenly felt the hairs on their heads stand up. The two held their breath and tried to think girl thoughts. But the next moment, the sensation passed. They were in the clear!
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An hour later the two were shown to their quarters which adjoined to that of another pair of nuns.
“Well, Lardy,” Cobalt pressed, “when exactly does the Pro-Fem wear off?”
“Should be within the hour, if not sooner. You’ll know for sure when things suddenly start to get a little tingly…you know…down yonder…” Lardy pointed toward Cobalt’s groin area as he says that.
Cobalt sat down on her bunk and shifted nervously. “I don’t know, Lardy, maybe we shouldn’t be here…these ladies have beliefs…maybe we should respect them.”
Lardy scoffed, “geez, Des, you’re starting to act like a chick!” Then she pauses, rubs her chin and sits next to her friend. “Look at it this way, buddy…we’re not gonna force anybody to do anything they don’t want to, right? If these chicks tell us to get lost, we’ll get lost, okay?”
“Well, yeah…”
“But I don’t think that’s gonna happen, pal. These sweet things have been repressed all their lives and have no idea what they’ve been missing! They’re gonna jump our sprockin’ bones, man! We’re gonna, I dunno, free them from--from oppression and stuff--yeah! We’ll be friggin’ heroes to them!”
Cobalt grinned, “you make a sound argument, my friend!”
And the two laughed. High-pitched girly laughs, thanks to the Pro-Fem, but laugh they did.
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Half an hour later, a knock came from the door of the adjoining room. Sisters Hazel and Christian from next door were astonished to hear only painful groans in response. In a panic they open the door unbidden and saw Sisters Lardy and Cobalt doubled over in pain.
Sister Hazel exclaimed, “by the One--are you too unwell? Shall we fetch a doctor?”
“N-no n-need,” Lardy said between groans, “we’ll be okay.” Even as the response came out, the two Sisters noticed the voice deepening. Aghast, they watched as hair suddenly grew on the portly Sister’s face. Then, Cobalt screamed, and the voice deepens, too. Suddenly, both writhers recoiled from their fetal positions and lurched backward. Next, the bulges on their upper chests began to recede (though Lardy’s less so than Cobalt’s!), and new bulges appeared under their robes in the pelvic regions where none were previously present. Moments later, the pair were breathing heavily, but otherwise no longer in agony.
Hazel and Christian were frozen until Hazel stammers, “I…I’m going to get that doctor now. Something…is definitely wrong…”
“No,” Cobalt insisted, rising to his feet, “we’re fine. This is how we are supposed to look.”
“Yes,” Lardy added also rising, “don’t be afraid. We are…men.”
“Men?” Hazel and Christian shrieked.
Christian admonished, “you-you aren’t supposed to be here! You are…impure!”
“No, we’re not impure,” Cobalt soothed, “it’s natural for men and women to be together, as it is for men to be with men and women to be with women. We’re here to…”
“…show you alternatives!” Lardy finished.
“Alternatives?” Hazel puzzled.
“Yes,” Lardy said, approaching her. “Do you find us…repulsive?” As he says that, both he and Cobalt remove their nun’s robes and display their bodies for their visitors to see in all their glory except that both are wearing underwear, Cobalt a pair of boxers, and Lardy his customary thong.
Hazel tentatively answered, “n-no…”, her eyes sizing him up, while Christian looked Cobalt over.
Lardy looked the brunette square in the eyes and drew closer. “Would you like me to kiss you?”
Puzzled, Hazel asked, “what is a ki--?” She’s cut off by his lips on hers before she can finish. He kissed her long and hard, and she found herself kissing back.
When they’re through, he asked her, “do you want me to leave, now?”
She responded by kissing him again, so he picked her up and carried her into the adjoining room.
Christian and Cobalt watched the two close the door behind them, then Christian said to him, “um, can we try one of those ‘kisses’?”
Cobalt smiled, and things went in a similar fashion to that of the other pair…
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DISCLAIMER: the following section contains scenes of sexual acts and nudity--however it’s all censored for your enjoyment with porn music riffs!
In Christian and Hazel’s quarters, Lardy and Hazel embraced passionately, and she slid her robe off. She was stunned at what she saw when Lardy removed his thong.
“Wh-what’s that?” she whispered wide-eyed. What she saw simultaneously repulsed and intrigued her.
Lardy grins and says, “come over here, and I’ll let you…”
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“Oh, my,” she said a few minutes later, “what is that for, and why don’t I have one?”
“That’s the major anatomical difference between a man and a woman!” He looked at her lower half and pointed. “And that’s your equivalent!” he laughed.
“Oh..” she puzzled, looking down.
“Here, Haze, let me show you some things about it…”
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Minutes later, Hazel’s feeling pretty good and said, “is that what it’s for?”
“Nah, that’s called foreplay,” he chuckled. “You see, this here,” he motioned down at himself, “goes in there.” And he pointed downward at Hazel. “Wanna see?”
The two lay there for a while, Lardy’s arm around Hazel and her head resting on his shoulder. Hazel’s mind raced, bewildered by what’s been suppressed in her. She wanted to go another round, but Lardy suggested they meet back up with the others. He said he had a surprise in store for her.
Putting their undergarments back on, Hazel and Lardy entered the adjacent room and found Cobalt getting dressed. Christian was beneath the bunk’s covers and smiling.
“Hazel here wants to learn more, Des!” Lardy laughs.
Cobalt recognized the twinkle in Lardy’s eyes and said, “oh, that, huh?”
“Yep!” Lardy grinned. “Hey, Haze…remember that thing I did?” And he points down to her pelvis.
“Oh, yesssss,” she sighed wistfully.
“Why don’t you go to Chrissy there and try it out on each other!”
“But…” Chrissy says from the cot, “…we’re both women.”
“Trust us!” Lardy and Cobalt shouted in stereo.
“Well…okay,” Hazel said and stepped over to where her roommate was, and…
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“niiiiice,” Lardy and Cobalt said together and grin ear to ear, while Haze and Chrissy continued to…
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After a long while, Cobalt suggested to the ladies, “wanna try what the other had?”
The two grinned and nodded emphatically. Lardy lead Chrissy into the other room while Cobalt was already kissing Haze.
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Hours later, after numerous bowm-chikka-WAOW-WAOOW s and chikka-BOOM-chikka-chikkas, the four met up again and shared some recreational beverages that Lardy smuggled in.
“Ladies,” Lardy toasted, “you’ve got to help us spread the word to the rest of the Sisters!”
“b-but, you two are our men!” Chrissy said pleadingly.
“No, Chrissy,” Cobalt soothed, “we are priests spreading the gospel of Truth. We belong to the universe! We must spread the Word to all of your mislead Sisters!”
Lardy had to excuse himself to the restroom for a moment because he needed to get a hold of himself. He wondered how in the worlds Cobalt could keep a straight face telling them that crap!
But it worked nonetheless. Haze and Chrissy helped sneak the two men around the Convent to introduce the other Sisters to what they’d found. And dozens of Sisters found ’enlightenment’ over the next couple of weeks.
However, as more and more became ‘initiated’, a state of unrest grew and grew like a snowball rolling downhill until the so-called priests found themselves cornered by a throng of Sisters in the common room of their section of the Convent.
“Ladies, ladies..” Cobalt said desperately, holding them back with a magnetic shield, “…there’s no need to get greedy, here! Th-there’s plenty to go around…”
“A-and,” Lardy added, cowering behind his friends, “don’t forget the…stuff we showed all of you that you can do a-amongst yourselves and the stuff you can do when you’re a-alone…”
“Not good enough!”Hazel screamed. “Chrissy and I had you first! You’re ours!”
“Like hell!” screamed another Sister behind her and pulled Hazel’s hair.
“Mine!” another shouted.
“No mine!”
And suddenly an all-out brawl broke out among about fifty nuns.
“Sprock, Lardy!” Cobalt cussed. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold out! All this…activity… lately is making it harder for me to concentrate on holding the shield!”
“Yeah,” Lardy shuddered, “girl fights are the worst! It’s time to bail, my friend!”
And with a pop of Lardforce, the duo disappeared.
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Elsewhere, in the central part of the huge Convent, Father Superior, the ranking nun in the sprawling facility, received some news not entirely unexpected.
“Father!” his top aide yelled frantically, “the Sisters in Section C are rioting!”
“As expected,” the father said calmly. “It was foretold long ago that one of the One’s own offspring and his ally would come here and defile many of the virgins of our Convent. Their virtue would be a sacrifice to his divinity and mark him as the specific child of Her that would ultimately bear the traits of his Father, Chaos.”
“One of th-them is the…Destroyer?” the aide shuddered. “W-which one?”
The Father kept that to himself and ordered, “use the sleeping gas on the rioters. Then, cast them and all others in Section C out. They are to be abandoned on an uninhabited Class-M planet we‘ve pre-selected.”
“And what of their charms?”
“Those shall not be lifted. They shall remain always…as they are.”
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Lardy and Cobalt sped away in their cloaked cruiser. Lardy had arranged for the cruiser to be left just outside the planet’s orbit for the getaway he knew they’d need. It took a tremendous effort on his part to ‘port the two of them that far, but he was prepared for that as well, as it was stocked with a bountiful pantry. Luckily, the force shield was charmed only to keep men out, not in.
“Whoo!” Lardy yelled as he adjusted the flight controls, “that was wild!”
“Yeah,” Cobalt yawned, “but I’m friggin’ exhausted!” He looks lazily at the floor and notices it is littered with brochures for the Convent of the Sacred Female, like the ones Lardy read excerpts from when he hatched the outrageous plan. For whatever reason, he decided to pick one up and read through it while Lardy was concentrating on the cruiser’s controls and his fifth helping of dinner.
Suddenly, Cobalt exclaimed, “What? No sprockin’ WAY!”
Lazily, Lardy looked over at his friend’s shocked expression and offhandedly asked, “where’s the fire,man?”
“Sprock, Lardy! Did you read this thing?”
“Yeah,” Lardy yawned, “you were there, remember?”
Cobalt threw the pamphlet at his friend. “Well, you frickin’ yadda-yadda’d something pretty effin’ important--the chicks on that planetoid--they’re NOT chicks!!!”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, man, you were there…those were definitely chicks!”
“Lardy!!! It says RIGHT THERE that every single damned nun on that planetoid is a GUY with a gender-reversal charm on him!!! Since men are evil and crap according to their beliefs, all men born to female believers are magically gender-reversed at age one and raised in various convents all their lives to exorcise their wicked man-ness!! The most devout are ‘graduated’, informed of their true gender and are trusted to revert back to being a male to either help build the population of the followers or to head up the convents!!”
“So..?”
“They’re MEN underneath it all, dammit, Lardy! We just did, like, 50 guys!”
Casually munching a cheesy poof, Lardy pondered that for a moment and replied, “no, we didn’t. Bodily, they were chicks. As far as they knew, they were chicks…and so did we.”
“but--but---”
“No ‘buts‘, man…no need for an identity crisis or anything. Don’t over-think it! We got some fine, virgin, grade-A sweetness, and that hasn’t changed.”
“You’re…you’re…ah, crap! Look, Lardy…if anyone asks how we spent the last two weeks, we went to Summer World, got it?”
As he savored the last bite of cheesy poof, Lardy mumbles, “whatever.”
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Back in the here and now, Dru returns from a long, boring day of politicking. She’s surprised to find her husband rolling on the floor with laughter. Immediately, a grin forms on her lips, and she kneels next to him.
“Keeping yourself entertained, eh?”
Trying to gather himself, Lardy asks, “did I ever tell you about the time that Cobalt and I stormed a convent?”
“Hmmm…oh, yeah! That’s a legend among the wizarding community! I mean, geez, one of the One‘s convents? That took some stones!”
“Sure did!”
Then she thinks for a moment and says, “say...I’ve got some nun robes here somewhere…why don‘t I put it on, and you can show me…how you did it!”
Lardy has to keep his tongue in his mouth as he replies, “oh, yeah!”
The planet Janky V is known for its heavy gravity and its planet-wide subtropical climate. Veldtlands cover two thirds of the planet’s landmass. In recent years it has become a center of the galactic eco-tourism industry. However Janky is best known as the home to one of the largest species of land animal in UP held space.
The mighty Bull JankyUltrasaur (a huge herbivorous dinosaur) is known to reach sizes of 120 meters in length, 80 meters in height, with a mass of 6000 tonnes. Thick bony plates on the animals back are prized trophies amongst the galaxy’s elite and were often carved into beautiful furniture. Each year the game wardens hold a public auction for game tags that allow the taking of just two of these mighty beasts. This particular season, Colonel Wellesley has outbid his rivals and has secured one of the prized hunting tags.
Tamper Lad, Cobalt Kid and Colonel Wellesley skimmed over the land into a thick grove of trees in their sleek hovercraft as the Colonel leaned over the front of the craft peering through his binoculars and his sonic locator helmet. Cobie was at the controls while Tamper sat in the back seat sulking.
Tamper arms crossed in front of this chest yelled at Cobie “Bah, if I’d known when I said I wanted a new bar for the Supper Club that he’d drag me along on this wild goose…”
Cobie turned momentarily from his flying, “Oh quit your griping Tamper. It’s not every day that you get to go on the most exclusive hunt in the galaxy.”
Tamper stared at him a moment and said, “At least the girls could have come with us. They said something about the smell.” Tamper was bitterly reminding Cobie of SpellBinder, Caliente and Nova Girl’s decision to stay at the Veldtland Resort that morning.
Cobie grinned at Tamper and offered a thought for his consideration. “Can you blame them? We spent most of yesterday in a pile of ultrasaur turd.”
Tamper thought for a moment, before passing his judgment. “Precisely why they should be with us. It doesn’t seem fair that they get to drink cocktails and play lawn games while we do this. Some vacation this turned out to be, running around like Hrun the Barbarian.”
The Colonel turned from his perch on the front of the vehicle standing and barking out. “Stand tall boys. This looks like the spot. The beast we spotted yesterday will surely stop to eat this grove of fruit trees. Land here and set up the missile Cobalt.”
Landing the craft Cobie and Tamper walked to the rear of the vehicle to detach and arm the 2 ton plasma missile that would be used to fell the beast. The Colonel jumped out of the craft and sprinted forward through the grove looking for the ideal spot to place the missile as to shoot the beast through the heart as it plodded forward looking plucking the tops off the prized fruit trees.
“Over here lads, carry it over here.” said the enthusiastic Colonel Wellesley after finding the perfect spot.
Cobie and Tamper struggled to bring the weapon forward as the antigravity assist took an instant longer to activate than usual.
“Ugh two men carrying an older man’s missile, No subtext there.” Grunted Tamper Lad making light of how ridiculous he and Cobie must have looked carrying a weapon that could level an entire city block.
“Man, this thing is heavy. Guess it’s the heavy gravity too. Good thing we have the flight rings and the antigrav lift oh and my magnetic powers too,” said Cobie as he activated his powers lightening the load.
Reaching the spot that the Colonel had chosen, the three hunters tilted the missile skyward. Pointed in the air the weapon and its launcher were painted in a pale prairie yellow green to camouflage it amongst the natural vegetation.
Hands on his hips admiring their handiwork the Colonel turned to his younger companions and said, “A fine job lads. Shall we have a bit of lunch then?”
As Cobie and Tamper were reheating the tea there were sounds of weapons fire in the distance. Quickly all three men trained their binoculars in that direction.
“A party of two humanoids,” said Tamper munching on a finger sandwich.
Nodding in agreement Cobie added, “Looks like a couple of Khunds,” as he brought a breadstick to his mouth.
“POACHERS!” growled Colonel Wellesley as he dropped his crumpet and ran to the hovercraft, jumping into the pilot’s seat and taking off. Flying while standing in the pilot’s position he sped towards the Khundish party, brandishing his sidearm cursing all the while. “You dirty devils; I’ll give ya a taste of the law.”
Rolling his eyes Tamper put down what remained of lunch and groaned, “Here we go again,” recalling previous experiences on the Colonel’s expeditions.
“Come on Tamper. We better go help him. Those Khunds looked tough.” Cobie said before taking flight and leading Tamper into action but not before Tamper picked up a bottle of the now warmed tea.
“Trust me. He’ll be fine, Cobie. He always gets it done.”
Flying as quickly as they could through the dense atmosphere of Janky, Cobie and Tamper arrived at the scene just in time to see the Colonel take dead aim at the first Khund while leaning over the windshield of the hovercraft. As he skillfully steered the craft through the erratic laser fire, he blasted the Khund squarely between the eyes with the stun pistol. With one poacher incapacitated, the second quickly turned tail trying to reach his own craft before the enraged Colonel could get him.
In making the tight turn to go towards the second poacher the Colonel dropped the pistol. Without his sidearm, the Colonel gritted his teeth with relish as he decided to take out the Khund the old-fashioned way. Flying his craft alongside the fleeing man, he kicked the auto-landing sequence with his heel and jumped from his seat out the side of the craft.
As he took to the air, the Colonel grabbed the Khund by the neck and using his momentum drove his head into the ground. As he hit the ground, the Colonel released his hold on his larger opponent. In landing his forward momentum caused him to do several forward flips before stopping some yards away from the Khund. Staggered but not out, the Khund regained his feet and ran towards the Colonel who executed a throw take down before plunging down upon his prone opponent and unleashing a flurry of punches.
Cobie looked on amazed as he and Tamper landed near where the Colonel was picking up his safari hat, and stood straightening his collar while dusting off his jacket.
The Colonel cleared his throat and said, “A fine show men. Just in time to help me bind up these poachers, and ah yes thank you Tamper.” The Colonel reached for the container of tea that Tamper held in his outstretched hand. Looking at his watch and taking a small sip he said, “Quickly now, put them in the storage trunk. We’ll take them to the authorities tonight but for now we’d best get back to the trap. The great beast should pass by the spot in about two hours I reckon.”
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A Pyngwyn and His Dog: The Origin of Hyvvie the Wonder Beagle
It was a quiet moment in the Deputy Leader’s office, so the Deputy Leader spent some quality time sitting on the floor, rubbing his Chief of Staff’s tummy.
“Am I interrupting anything, Rocky?”
Rockhopper Lad’s reverie broke. Lad Boy was standing in front of him and Hyvvie, in his usual outfit of not very much. “Is this a private party, or is your secretary welcome?”
“You’re silly,” Rockhopper Lad chuckled. Hyvvie barked and licked Rockhopper Lad’s face, walked over to Lad Boy and turned onto his back, offering Lad Boy his tummy.
“I’ve always wondered, Rocky, how did a beagle end up on your world?” Lad Boy asked. As he knelt down to rub the Wonder Beagle. “I thought there were no mammals on your planet. And for that matter, how come he can talk?”
“A little to the left–oh, yeah!” Hyvvie yelped.
“The talking thing’s just been since we’ve been on Legion World. A lot of animals talk when they come here. As for how he came to me, he was a gift.”
“Do tell.”
“Well, it all started years ago when a new ambassador from Earth had been appointed. Anna Lee Merrison was so nervous. She had finally been appointed to an ambassadorship. She was the new Terran ambassador to the Pyngwyn Colonies. She was on a starbase waiting for her official transport. She had brought a special gift for every member of the Pyngwyny Royal Family from Earth. She had taken great time and care in selecting each one. She brought a set of the complete works of Shakespeare for the Emperor, a string of pearls for Empress Maryss and a diamond brooch for the young Princess Adelie.”
“That’s the Adelie who’s not Rockhopper Lass, right?”
“Right. Halfway to the starbase she realised she had left out one member of the family: the new Emperor’s teenage son, Eudyptes.”
“That would be you.”
“Right. My dad, Eudyptes XXVIII. had just ascended the throne upon the death of my grandfather, Chrysosome XXXIV. The new ambassador knew that Pyngwyn society had a lot of strict rules and customs, but she really didn’t know how we would react to what she thought to be a slight.”
“What would you have done.”
“Nothing, really. I expect she would have apologised profusely and we would have accepted it and gone on. But she wasn’t sure what to do, so she strolled around the starbase. As she walked, she saw that the base had a branch of the United Planets Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Non-sentients. She loved animals and thought that perhaps looking at some might calm her down. As she started walking among the animal cages her eye was caught by a lemon beagle pup who was lying down in his cage. The pup looked up at her and smiled. That was it! She immediately filled out the paperwork and when her transport came, she had her gift for me.”
“That’s sweet.”
“Of course she had no idea what a truly special beagle this was. That he was a meta-canine with a Nose of Wonder so sensitive, he can smell objects half a planet away.”
“So where did he get his name? Does ‘Hyvvie’ mean ‘Rover’ in Pyngwyny?”
“Not exactly. ‘Hyvvie’ is pretty much a unique name. In the Pyngwyn Colonies, it’s traditional to name one’s pets after songs.”
“'Hyvvie' is a song?”
“No. When the Ambassador presented me with my new friend, I was delighted beyond her hopes. I’d read all about dogs and had thought it would be really cool to have one. So I asked her his name. The Ambassador replied that he did not yet have one and that I could name him. I told her about the Pyngwyny custom and asked her what her favourite song was. I thought he should have a Terran name. The Ambassador thought a moment and remembered an old tune her Welsh grandmother had taught her. It had a funny name, but thought maybe I would like it.”
“She replied, ‘One of my favourite tunes is called “Hyfrydol”‘.”
“Huvrudull?” Lad Boy puzzled. “How do you spell it?”
“H-Y-F-R-Y-D-O-L. It means ‘pleasant’, ‘melodious’ or ‘good cheer’ in Welsh. So I told her that I thought it was a pretty word and asked her to sing the song for me.”
“You asked her to sing?”
“We sing a lot in the Pyngwyn Colonies. We are birds, you know,” Rockhopper Lad winked. “So she sang me an old song called ‘Love Divine, All Loves Excelling’, the tune of which is called ‘Hyfrydol’. I liked the song and the name, but I thought it was kind of long, so I asked her if there was a shortened form of the name. The Ambassador had no clue here. Finally she said, “How about ‘Hyvvie’?”
“Rhyming with ‘divvy’,” Lad Boy nodded.
“Right. So I smiled and said ‘ He looks like a Hyvvie!’ Then he rolled over on his back and let his new master rub his tummy. There was no doubt about it. He was home.”
“Aw, that’s a sweet story,” Lad Boy smiled.
“And he’s been with me ever since,”Rockhopper Lad continued. “Many years later, when I came to Legion World to join the LMB, Hyvvie came along and joined the Super-Pets.”
Lad Boy shook his head. “Oh, yeah, I forgot why I came in here. Kid Marvel is here to discuss the upcoming elections with you.”
“Elections? Already? Wow, this term has flown by! I’ll miss being Deputy Leader.”
Hyvvie, who had been quiet during the whole story looked up at Rockhopper Lad and asked “Do I still get to be your Chief of Staff?”
-------------------- The only character in all of literature who has been described as "badnass" while using the phrase "vile miscreant."
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Out of the Closet and Into the Universe: The Origin of Openly Gay Lad
My name is Blaine Fey.
I’m dead.
Don’t ask me where I am now or what the afterlife is like. I’m not here to tell you what’s happened to me since I died. I’m here to tell you a story.
I was born on an Earth different from the one you know. Also an Earth different from the one the LMB know. We call it Earth-One, but the LMB call it Earth-Four. It’s home to the SMB, a group very similar to the LMB, but a little different too.
I was an orphan. My parents died when I was very little. I really don’t remember much about them. They gave me my name and that was all I took with me to the foundling home. I don’t know how I ended up at this particular home, but I did. It was run by a religious group that had progressed little, if any, since the 21st Century. When other, outwardly similar groups were dealing with things like the place of women and gay people, they insisted their way was the only way and that we all had to conform to it.
I conformed. It was a survival skill.
Then I hit adolescence.
Two things happened to me then: I realised that I was gay, but I wouldn’t admit it to myself; and I began to manifest my super-powers.
I discovered that within a space that extended from my body about 20 centimetres in each direction, I could do whatever I wanted. I had the power to warp reality, but only in that small space. I could use it to teleport, but otherwise I was restricted to the area that I called my “closet”.
Oh, the irony!
I kept it to myself for as long as I could, but one day, someone saw me create a flower. They weren’t exactly overjoyed at the home when they discovered what I could do. They claimed I was possessed and they tried to beat the devil out of me–quite literally. When that didn’t work they threw me out. Only fifteen years old and on the street. The book they read to us taught about loving one another and helping people in need, but apparently that didn’t apply to them. Still, that lesson stuck with me, even if the people who taught it ignored it.
I made my way on the streets for a few weeks and then I found myself face to face with a mountain lion.
I knew if I got close enough I could communicate with it and make it leave me alone, but when I did so, I found out that the lion was looking for me. It was Stupendous Mountain Lion of the SMB and he’d been sent to find me. The SMB had seen me in action and they wanted me to know that they would take me in.
For three years the SMB trained me and, for the first time in my life, I knew what it was like to have a family. Taking my name from my “closet”, I became Closeted Boy. And I still hadn’t a clue!
I soon met another member of the SMB Junior Auxiliary, Infra-Red Lass, who became my friend. We hung out all the time. We went shopping together, we’d sing show tunes, we’d bake. I had never had a close female friend before. I thought this was what I was supposed to do with a girlfriend. Geez, I really was a clue-free zone, wasn’t I?
To be fair to myself, Infra was a little lacking in the clue department as well. She would say to me “I like being with you, Blaine. You’re always a gentleman, you treat me like a lady and you never try anything!” Sigh.
Shortly after I turned eighteen, most of the older members of the SMB left Earth on a mission, leaving the Junior Auxiliary in the care of Stupendous Mountain Lion. All of a sudden a group of people showed up in our headquarters. I swore one was the villainous Stalker and another was the Evil Emperor Pyngwyn, the tyrant of the Pyngwyn Colonies who had killed his father and usurped his throne. We fought them to a standstill until Stupendous Mountain Lion came in and, sniffing the two, let us know that they were not Stalker and Evil Emperor Pyngwyn, but two LMBers from Earth-Five (or Earth-One as they call it), Tamper Lad and Rockhopper Lad.
Rockhopper Lad had my number right away. He knew I was gay and when we were fighting even used that to his advantage, using his ice powers to create an ice sculpture of Orlando Bloom to keep me distracted. That was frustrating, but I could see something else. He may have been the spitting image of one of our universe’s greatest monsters, but even that couldn’t hide his kindness. Before I knew it, I was falling for him.
Before he and his compatriots were to go back his world, I spoke with him. It was a mutual attraction. Neither of us would deny it, but we were, to coin a phrase, from two different worlds. He also helped me to come out at long last . Once I was able to say that I was gay, I realised a name-change would be necessary. As of that day, Closeted Boy was no more: I was now Openly Gay Lad!
I served with the SMB Junior Auxiliary for another year or so before I saw Rocky again. He came back to my universe to find his friend Quislet, Esq., who was trapped there. Three other SMB Juniors, Infra-Red Lass, High Density Kid and Polka Dot Lad joined us along with LMBer Dedman and a clone of LMBer Reboot and went to my universe’s Pyngwyn Colonies to free Quislet. We overthrew the Evil Emperor Pyngwyn and in the process also freed several of the Emperor’s family who were being held prisoner, including his sister Adelie, whom you may know as Rockhopper Lass.
Rockhopper Lass joined the rest of us in going to Legion World to repulse a terrible Invasion. We all did what we could, but we were overwhelmed and I, along with several others was taken prisoner and kept in a chamber that neutralised all our powers. When we were finally able to escape, it took all my strength to get the others to safety. I was weakened to the point of death. In my last minutes, Rockhopper Lad found me, but it was too late. I told him I loved him. He tried to help me, but there was nothing he could do. I died in the arms of the man I loved.
What happened after I died is very interesting. Rockhopper Lad always had great potential to be a leader. He is, after all, royalty. But my death affected him in a way I don’t think anyone expected.
If you’d asked one of his teammates to describe Rocky before my death, they probably would have used words like “loyal, trusting, naïve, polite”. All of which would have been accurate. But now there was something else. He now had a resolve he had not had before. Perhaps he grew up in that instant. He helped lead the team that overthrew the invaders and then, when it came time for the LMB to elect a new Leader and Deputy, he ran. He never would have done that before. He was elected Deputy Leader and, by all accounts, was quite successful at it.
Unfortunately, the Eudyptes of my world, the Evil Emperor Pyngwyn had not only eluded capture, but somehow he found my double from Rocky’s universe. The Evil Emperor and the Blaine Fey of that other world make a lethal combination and they’ve done unspeakable evils together. Of course, I have no doubt that Rocky and his friends in the LMB will bring them to justice some day.
Well, that’s pretty much my whole story. Who knows? Maybe you’ll see me again. You never know what’s going to happen on Legion World....
(Special thanks to Tamper Lad who created “Closeted Boy” for the “LMB Infinite Crisis” story and graciously let me run with the character).
-------------------- The only character in all of literature who has been described as "badnass" while using the phrase "vile miscreant."
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Previously: Security Chief Lardy and Junior Officer Hot Chick have had a near-sexual encounter. In the process it has become clear that the enchanted lady, whose identity remained a secret to both herself and everyone else, is somehow connected to the Chief in whatever her real persona may be. In fact she's now convinced that the two were once sworn enemies who became lovers. To Lardy, this means only one thing: Hot Chick must in fact be his dear departed wife Dru, somehow returned amongst the living just as he had been after sacrificing his life to save Legion World some years ago. Now, it's time for them both to discover the truth...
Lardy arrives outside the room of his Junior Officer. He's a little out of breath from practically running away from Tempest.
He pauses to gather himself for a moment. I'm outrageously attracted to Tempest, but if there's any chance that's my wife behind this door...
He takes a deep breath and knocks.
The door hisses open immediately after the knock.
"Come in, Lardy," the voice within beckons. Though the voice belongs to Hot Chick, the inflection and the familiarity of her tone are foreign.
He enters to a darkened room. As his eyes adjust, he can make out the familiar outline of the woman he recently shared some kisses and embraces with sitting up on her bed. She is sitting with her knees bent up and her arms entwined around her legs. The last he saw of her she was wearing nothing but a towel. Now, the towel is gone once again. She is clearly naked, but her modesty is preserved, if only slightly, by the manner in which she sits.
He can't help but be very turned on, but he tries to temper his impulses.
She interrupts the awkward silence. "I know who I am now, Lardy. After we were interrupted and I left, I sat here for hours. Little by little, I've remembered everything."
She waits for him to guess or something, but he just stands there agape.
Smiling slightly at his hesitation, she regards him. "You know, I think you looked sexier with the platinum-white hair and those blazing, colorless eyes. Maybe it's because it made you look so dangerous! It really complemented that fire inside you, I think."
"Huh?" he manages. "You're referring to how I looked after Mordru scarred me when I killed him..." His memory flashes to a mirror image that looked back at him during one of the darkest times of his life:
He shivers just thinking about it.
"I don't understand. When I was with Dru, I didn't..."
"I'm not Dru, Lardy. Sorry to break it to you, but your beloved, departed wife has not returned from beyond the veil."
"As I suspected, you still have some memory gaps specifically from the weeks immediately following your defeat of Mordru. That's the time frame during which we were lovers...and uneasy allies."
Lardy is stumped.
"Very well," she smiles, "let me shed a little light on the subject..."
He starts a bit as her hand suddenly emits a glow sufficient to light the room. As she does, her features morph into those of someone he definitely recognizes. A beautiful brunette with dark, penetrating eyes. A very dangerous woman.
"Kalla Hryl!" he shouts and reaches for his sword.
Casually, she shoots the sword out of his hand with a beam of light from her finger tip. "Please, Lardy...we're talking here! I'm not here to harm you or anything. And it's Kalla Hrykos, now."
Anger flushes his face red. "You are responsible for the deaths of many here for your part in the 52 affair! My gods...Bat-Fem and all those others--!"
"Water under the bridge, Lardy," she sighs. "We got past all of that and found some mutually-beneficial goals to achieve. Here, I'll help you remember..."
Before he can dodge, another beam of light issues from her finger tip and hits him square in the forehead. All at once, the remaining blank spots in his memory are filled, beginning with a fateful visit to Kalla after he destroyed Mordru.
As everything slides into place in his mind, he suddenly feels queezy, and he vomits on the floor.
"I know, I know," she taunts gently, still from her sitting position, "you can't believe you would stoop so low in the wake of your wife's death, blah-blah-blah...well, I can assure you that those memories are indeed true. No manipulation on my part. I think it is that truth, more than anything, which is hurting you so much at this time."
He can only shake his head in response.
"You came to me that night, seething with hate and craving revenge against those who had taken your wife away from you. You felt I was the weak link in the Dark Oval's power elite. I was your 'in'. You needed me to get to them. I needed your protection for when they would inevitably turn on me."
"Together, we formulated a plan in which we would turn the balance of power in my favor. You turned in immediate results by killing the highest caste leader of the Dominion and replacing him with a shape-shifter loyal to us. At that point, we were in control of two-fifths of the Oval's power base with a plot to take another fifth by..."
"...killing Wyandotte," Lardy finished for her, "and having me take his place."
"Yes," she continued for him, "a plan brilliant in its simplicity. Wyandotte is your double from another dimension. If you could dispose of him, pretending to be Wyandotte would be a role tailored for you to play."
"But we never got around to it." he recalled.
"No," she frowned. " You got caught up in some drama on Legion World. An affair your files laughably refer to as the 'Five Faces of Death'. And as we all know, at the end of that mess..."
"I died. I guess that really fucked up things for you, huh, Kalla?"
"For us, Lardy...don't gloss over your complicity in this!"
He shrugs. "No I can't. But I'm not that guy any more. I may not be the picture of sanity these days, but I'm a far cry from when I got in that tub with you! If you came here expecting me to jump right in, then--!"
"I came here because you owe it to me to finish what you started!" she screams. "When my memories came back, I remembered the reasons for this elaborate ruse. As the other three powers slowly started to act as I knew they would and slowly closed in on me, I waited for you to return! I heard of your resurrection and wondered why you didn't come back to finish off the men who had destroyed your happiness!"
She continues, "but I couldn't leave. I was being watched by Wyandotte, the Pyngwyn and the others very closely. All of my communications and my comings and goings were closely monitored. So I hatched a plan with a friend of mine who is a mage. She weaved a complicated spell that enabled us to switch personas. It was such a perfect spell, but it had a side effect that both she and I would believe ourselves to be each other. She would stay and rule Hrykosia as I would, and I would be under a hypnotic suggestion to go to Legion World and find you."
"Well", he observes, "it took you long enough to find me."
"Yes," she sighs, "we didn't account for Zardi's presence. All the rampant magic made the spell go haywire and caused me to be side-tracked for quite some time. But eventually, I made my way to you, and the physical contact between us caused the memory alterations to finally become undone. I can still appear as your 'Hot Chick' if I wish, but I am once again Kalla, inside and out, complete with my control over light."
"That's all well and good, Kalla," he smiles, "but I'm afraid you went through all this trouble just to get your ass put back in jail! I can't believe you think I'd just--"
"I can be of aid to you," she interrupts. "I know part of what's going on with your terrorist situation right now. This defnitely has the Dark Oval's fingerprints all over it."
He laughs. "That's not exactly shocking, Kalla! I don't see how---"
"I know details. Very crucial details that can avert sure disaster here. And I know more about the Dark Oval than any of your spies could learn in a hundred years! What I know about the Pyngwyn's throneworld alone--"
"...we can get out of you in interrogation. Our telepaths--"
"--can't read the mid of a Hrykosian, Lardy. Or have you forgotten?"
"We'll get it out of you, somehow!"
"But how long would that take? How much ground would be lost to the Dark Oval? Are you ready to lose another sector in the meantime? And what about the prisoners of war? Your intelligence still doesn't know the identity of the fifth power or of--"
"Enough teases, woman! Your crimes are such that I simply cannot allow you to roam free! It's my duty as Chief of Legion World Security!"
"Are you ready, then, to face treason charges, 'Chief'?"
"What do you mean, Kalla?"
"You should know the laws, Lardy. Your acting as you did with me going all the way back to our faking a Barbarian Hordes invasion all the way to your actions with me after the Mordru incident are clear acts of treason!"
"You're...blackmailing me?"
"If it comes to it? Yes. It's my ace in the hole here."
"So you'll help me in all the ways you say if...?"
"If you promise to help me finish what we started and take down the rest of the Oval when all of this is over."
"Which would ultimately put you in charge over there."
"Yes, Lardy," she acknowledges, "but instead of a powerful enemy, my new Oval will be a sworn ally to you and your precious Legion World. I see it as a win-win situation. Do we have a deal?"
He sits on the edge of her bed and rubs his eyes. "I dunno...I have to think this through."
"You only have one choice, lover." She finally loosens her arms and straightens her legs and presses against his back. "There are...other benefits as well, lover..." She begins to kiss his neck.
"That," he says coldly, "will NOT be part of the deal!" And he shakes her off.
"Oh well," she sighs, "I was beginning to see how you look now might be sexy after all..."
Just then, his Omnicom beeps. He stares at it blankly for a moment, then says, "they've found Cobalt and the others. We're about to go confront them. We'll continue this later."
"I'm coming, too," she declares and her features shift back to those of Hot Chick.
"Suit yourself. I need to change into something more battle-ready."
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The Red Bee sat on his makeshift throne—a bench in the middle of Founder’s Park. Once again, he’d shifted his form to that of a non-descript citizen and now he took in the great smells of candy being passed out by a vendor. The sweetness intoxicated him, and his sense of smell allowed his biology to pump adrenaline throughout his body, healing the wounds created by Power Boy in the 5th Dimension during their recent battle.
He had decided between that battle and the knowledge that Lard Lad, Exnihil and Tempest had all lived, it was time to end this once and for all. And he had the perfect target.
A Stranger in Passing
The Bee felt the pleasure centers of his brain being massaged by the impulses sent throughout his body. It was the knowledge that soon the final battle would occur. This sensation had become addictive to the Bee and the single reason for living all of these centuries.
He remember his awakening: in the Year 2076 C.E., coming further from pod, feeling only pain and anger as his brethren watched on, ready to destroy him should he have not reached his full potential. They were shocked to discover he had indeed been a success and their surprise allowed him the opening to showcase how this was so. None of the scientists survived—and the Red Bee ensured there would only ever be one of him. The rest Scutellata race, rogue killer bees of the Hive, seemed exhilarated by his arrival, crowning him Champion. For 100 years they had been journeying through the stars to conquer other races but were met with mixed success; now they believed they were unstoppable. But the Bee felt the fear they had of him, and that was enough to exhilarate him. For years it built and built within him—their outward expressions of love and respect masking inward feeling of fear and anxiety. While he destroyed their enemies, he began to realize it gave him no pleasure; what he truly thrived on was teasing that anxiety and building the anticipation. And at last, he acted on it.
He made sure no single survivor of the Scutellata existed afterwards, unable to curb his desire to be sated. He feasted on their corpses—mating with them even—and soon felt his hunger fulfilled. Yet…they were all gone now, but the hunger began anew.
The Bee recalled what came next: his many travels throughout the course of history, from planet to planet; from empire to empire. Finding the great civilizations and the great races. And then once more…building that anciticipation. The fear, and the dread, and anxiety. And then, with the final battle when he stands revealed…the climax.
Oh, how so many great planets fell before his wiles. How many great heroes perished by his brutality. Toppled civilizations were left picking up the pieces, but he always made sure not to extinguish the races completely like he had with his own, otherwise he’d soon run out of victims. So he made sure there were survivors, and to them…he was just a stranger in passing.
The Bee then recalls his moment of clarity: Space Ranger lay dead before him, by his own hand, and the young Everyday Girl stood guns ablaze, a beacon of hostility and anger, yet the Bee could sense it was the immense sadness within her that dominated her every move. And he understood—his actions were not those of a plague upon the living, but rather, they were a benefit to those survivors he left behind. The horrors he unleashed took the lives of many, yes, but those who lived to tell the tale were made stronger by them. He could help them see what they’d taken for granted; he could help them understand that life is series of moments that are fleeting; and he could turn them into heroes. He would be an angel, sent to prune the living to create a stronger race.
And in doing so, his own hunger was fulfilled.
The Red Bee reveled in the fear felt by those who saw him as an Angel of Death; yet, he took great comfort in the knowledge that he was actually a bringer of great light.
He recalled the last time he revealed his true form, on Venegar in the Year 2877 C.E. None could bare the sight of him, and had to turn their eyes away. He believed the LMBP was made of sterner stuff, and they were certainly deserving of such an honor.
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