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Ganglios of Hykraius lounged magnificently in his methane nutrient bath.

For such a bulky creature he looked surprisingly elegant as he slowly swam the length of the huge room that Dr Shakespeare had converted for this purpose. The pods on his back rippled with jubilant colours as he swam past the large clear panel. Outside the Legionworld medic stood alongside Jan Arrah, the sole survivor of the Trommite transmutators known as Element Lad. The two men were silent as they watched their colleague enjoy the time he spent in the recently set up recovery suite. They could hear a low level telepathic humming, much like the purring of a sated cat as the psychic Legionnaire swam past. Both men shared a smile.

“Jan, thank you. If you weren’t at hand to alter those elements poor Tellus would have waited another week before we could have got him in there.” Richard Kent Shakespeare smiled broadly and offered his strong hand to shake.

“It was my pleasure Kent, I’m happy to help whenever you require.” He lowered his eyes as he smiled and shook. “So how long do you estimate he’ll need to get back to full health?”

“Honestly? No idea? Hykraians aging process relates to both their psyical and emotional health, and vice versa, but here’s hopin’ we can help at least stop him getting too old before his time eh? Maybe, if Professor Dox’s calculations are correct, we’ll begin to reverse those effects within the coming week… or two perhaps.”

“Dr Shakespeare…” Tellus’ mental voice spoke to the two men, “Thank you, this is the nearest to Great Mother Ocean as I’ve ever felt since I left my homeworld. Thank you also Jan Arrah, your support is greatly appreciated.” The emotional subtext of pleasure that washed over them felt almost physical. Both the doctor that the team had taken to call “Impulse” and Element Lad stood for a further ten solid moments enjoying the sight and telepathic transfer of their colleagues healing.

Eventually it was Element Lad who broke the silence, “Well, I need to get some breakfast before monitoring our young Kid Quantum as she handles the challenge I’ve set for today...”

Dr Shakespeare didn’t take his eyes off the clear wall before him as he replied, “...yeah, I worked straight through from last night to get this up and running so do ya mind if I join you for breakfast? Now Tellus’s fine food sounds like a good idea...”

Mission: investigation of reported meta-violence on Ventura, suspected Taurus Gang involvement.

Team:
Mon El, Lar Gand of Daxam, full Kryptonian power set – team leader
M’Windaji, Gahaji of Kiringyaga, super tracker
Tyroc, Troy Stewart of the inter-dimensional city Marzal, Sonic control
Sade of Rimbor, strength, reflexes, line of sight teleportation

Mon El took the lead.

The team he led here had only just landed on the floating space port and already he had apprehended two of the gang they were sent to find on Ventura. The two Shagrek clones of the Taurus Gang had been knocked unconscious as the Daxamite had flown past them at supersonic speed, the boom crashing through the orange skinned aliens ear drums and the pressure blowing the two clones off their feet. If this was the standard of opponent then Mon El felt he shouldn’t have wasted the others time bringing them here. M’Windaji, the recent addition to the Legion’s ranks, alongside Tyroc and the new member the sonic Legionnaire was mentoring, the Rimborian teleporter called Sade, were flying through the neon lit strips and ornate hotels towards him; none of whom looked terribly impressed that he had flown off at super speed once M’Windaji had pointed in the general direction where they could find the opponents they had been requested to apprehend by the local Science Police.

“Almost directly behind you, there’s another one…. And then a couple more in the building beyond…” Gahaji, the tracker announced, his voice broadcasting through the flight ring comm relay. Mon El looked at the crowds gathering thirty feet beyond him though none looked immediately identifiable as a known member of the criminal group Mon El remembered that a couple of years ago the kids at the Academy had met a small group from the Taurus Gang and there had been a member that none of them recognised then. Who knew how many other meta thugs there were that could have joined their gang of enforcers? Well, M’windaji’s abilities had proven invaluable before and Mon El was certain they would again.

Ventura had never been one of Lar Gand’s favourite places. He had always found the naked avarice on permanent display to be distasteful and vulgar, though Lar Gand had enough dignity that he would never have admitted this out loud. Still when the order had come in and Tinya had requested he lead a team here his heart had sank. Of all the worlds, moons and spatial routes that made up the United Planets he had to get the mission to the tackiest collection of strip malls and casinos he had ever had the displeasure to know.

Fighting villains amidst the filthy glowing towering edifices that’s only reason to exist was to show off the human tragedy of greed… Ah, the glamorous life of a Legionnaire!

Nasir N’cube, the telepath known as Titan, was on his sixteenth lap of the mezzanine running circuit that gracefully spun its way over the central gymnasium floor when he heard footsteps rapidly approaching from behind.

The urge was to telepathically check who was approaching – something he would have done without a second thought were he still part of the Science Police contingent stationed in the Tharis Pod Estates on Mars, though here on Legion World he resisted the idea and waited to see who it was that was obviously trying to catch up with him. Whoever it was had regular breathing and a steady rhythm of footfalls, someone who had regular exercise…

“’Morning bud, how are you settling in?” Gim Allon, the new liaison officer from Star fleet, and former Legionnaire appeared at Nasir’s shoulder and matched his pace.

“Good morning sir, I’m enjoying my morning run. How are you settling back in with your old team mates?”

“Ah it’s like the good old days but with more paper work though a better pension.” He laughed as he ran. “Dirk and I used to race around the old track... haven’t seen him this morning though.”

“He left a couple of hours ago with Dawnstar, Ferro and Andromeda... don’t know where to though.”

“Ah... on a mission to avoid another cuffing... ha, Dirk will do anything to keep face.” Gim Allon chuckled as he ran, “So how many laps you got to run before you’re finished?”

“Nine more, then I’ve off for a swim…”

“Only nine? Well...Come on then newbie, race you….” And with that the former Colossal Boy sprinted on ahead.

“Game on!” Nasir N’Cube chased after Gim Allon and for two large men they tore around the track, jokingly knocking each other or swerving to get advantage and laughing as they competed.

Mission: retrieve Zaxton Regulus
Team:

Dawnstar of Starhaven, space flight, speed, tracking – team leader
Andromeda, Kara Zor-El of Krypton, Incredible strength, speed, durability, senses, laser vision, flight, invulnerability
Sun Boy, Dirk Morgna of Earth, generation of intense heat and light
Ferro, Douglas Nolan of Earth, can assume invulnerable iron isotope form


Dawnstar had found it easy to track Zaxton Regulus to this refuelling station that orbited the single Jovian class planet in the Ephomous Gamma system, an affiliated system 3 light years from Rimbor.

Dirk and Douglas wore distorter holo’s to hide their identities from the many people and beings that currently sat around in the large recreation area. Around the edge of the hall there were four bars and two casinos, half a dozen food outlets, a brothel and a hotel where one could book the small rooms by the hour if needed.

The two legionnaires were sat near to one of the bars trying not to be obvious as they watched a door to the side of the main entrance. Though neither of them spoke out loud they used the telepathic relay generated between their flight rings and ear plugs to communicate in private. Douglas had offered to walk in, his invulnerable metal skin would keep him safe if there were any traps, but Dirk hoped they could find Regulus and track him to where ever it was he was going. There was no way, Dirk was certain, that a megalomaniac like Regulus would set up any sort of base here… Douglas decided to take a nap, closing his eyes and allowing the general murmur of back ground noise to lull him into a light sleep.

In space, just on the other side of the nearest moon, Dawnstar and Andromeda, the name that Kara Zor-El had chosen for herself when recently reapplying for Legion membership in disguise, waited for their team mates to announce that they had found their quarry. The man who had murdered Dirk’s father. Both Dawnstar and Kara had worried that Dirk may not be the best person to lead this mission but the charismatic Legionnaire had insisted he lead and so here they were. Kara had tried using her enhanced senses to see what was happening on board the station but its internal shields distorted her vision meaning they relied on their flight rings to keep in contact with their colleagues on board.

“There….” Dirk’s voice was quiet, but it was enough to snap open Douglas’ eyes.

“Right, let’s get him. Dawny, you and ‘dromeda better get ready, he may have a quick getaway planned.” Dirk Morgna stood up, the holo of a tall bearded trader guilds-man covered in bluing tattoos visible to all. Douglas, wrapped in a holo of a younger trader an eye patch and a fur lined waist coat, and exchanged a brief smile as they stood up.

“Let’s get the murdering squajj!”

Mission: investigation of reported meta-violence on Ventura, suspected Taurus Gang involvement.

An aircar swerved out of control and tore through the sky towards the legionnaires.

Tyroc’s scream swung it over them as Sade popped out of existence, only to reappear amid the crowd below where she pounded on the back of a young man wearing a distinctive purple and pink outfit.

“Braalian... saw him move that car. He won’t give us any more trouble. He’s cuffed and tagged for SP pick up now.” The Rimborian teleporters voice rang through their flight rings even as she popped into the air beside them.

“Well done Sade.” Tyroc said, as they continued to scan the crowd.

Below them a huge pillar of fire erupted. The Legionnaires swerved to avoid it and once again Sade vanished with a pop and returned several seconds later with a victorious expression.

“You’re taking all the fun out of this for me and Gahaji, I hope you know that young woman.” Tyroc, for all of his bluster sounded very proud of the woman he had been asked to mentor and gave her a quick smile as they flew on.

Sade cautiously smiled back.

Kid Quantum moved the food around her bowl with short fierce jerking motions.

Otaki looked at her friend from the Academy and despite her better nature said: “Oh for Grife’s sake Jazmin your mood is giving me a headache so either tell us what’s the matter or sort it out already. Please!”

The uncommon outburst from the usual studious new Legionnaire made the others at the table in the refectory look up from their breakfasts. Laurel Kent gave a small supportive smile, her eyes asked the questions she wanted to ask.

“I’m sorry, it’s probably nothing but have any of you noticed anything odd with...”

“...half the beings on this planetoid?” Backlash, the Tigerram enquired with obvious delight, a smile spread huge across his broad feline face.

“Yeah, that too... but seriously, it’s Chemical Kid. He’s been really sniping towards me then last night I saw him in the lower common room with Polar Boy, just hanging out so I went to ask him if there was a problem....”

“His hair style?” Laurel didn’t look up from her hot oatmeal as she joked.

“ His scent...” Backlash again gave a huge smile.

“I know... his Phlonite fashion sense!” Kinetix looked up as she said it and grinned a self satisfactory grin. Jazmin Cullen flashed a brief smile at her fellow new Legionnaires at their attempts to lighten the mood.

“Both him and Polar Boy told me I was imagining things... though I hadn’t gone six steps from the table before they were talking about me, real snark like!”

“Did you go back to them? Ask for an explanation?” Otaki looked concerned as her friend from the Academy told her story. Jazmin shook her head.

“From what I heard Hadru used to be Element Lad’s protégé so he’s probably jealous that you have Element Lad as a mentor.” Laurel Kent rested her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands as she spoke, “Though he is a posh boy so you can never tell... whatever his probs I’m sure he’ll get over himself Jaz, just keep doing your thing. You deserve your spot here so don’t let him get at you.”

“It isn’t sexual...” As Otaki spoke the others at the table all turned and stared at her.

“Oh guys, forget it... it’s just I don’t get any sexual vibe from him at all... he’s pretty much asexual I think. Don’t you agree?” Her attempt to deflect the conversation away from her reading of their fellow Legionnaires didn’t work as the other four new members all started talking at once.

Holding her hands over her ears Otaki closed her eyes and repeated “La la la la” as if drowning out the noise of her friends voices. Laurel Kent was laughing so hard she started coughing while Backlash stood on his back legs and sprawled across the refectory table towards his psychic teammate. He held his face about six inches from hers. As she open her eyes the Tigerram said: “So, share. Your human interactions are so deliciously entertaining.”

Element Lad and Dr Shakespeare walked into the central refectory and found five of the new members of the team convoluted with laughter. Laurel Kent actually fell off her chair as they strode through the door as she was laughing so hard. This seemed to set the others off again and they roared with laughter.

Jazmin Cullen saw them and started to straighten herself up but just as she thought she was acting appropriately Laurel Kent whispered to her friends at the table: “You don’t need to be psychic to see the sexual chemistry between those two!” They all laughed but as Otaki started to blush they howled.

Mission: investigation of reported meta-violence on Ventura, suspected Taurus Gang involvement.

Rogarth, while almost as strong and durable as Mon El, was not nearly as fast or as devious.

The chain mail wearing crook was currently being held suspended by an ankle two thousand feet above an active volcano by the Daxamite. Mon El had realized after watching his opponent flinch at a burst of heat vision that he had a vulnerability to extreme temperatures so thought he would use the opportunity to his full advantage.

“C’mon now Rog’ old buddy, you’re not expecting me to believe you thought of this all by yourself are you?”

Even above the roaring winds the villain could hear the Legionnaire’s question but chose to remain silent.

“Whoopsie…” Rogarth fell for several hundred feet while Mon El remain floating above, watching the villain as he plummeted towards the smoking mouth of fresh lava flow below. After allowing his opponent to fall almost half way towards the fiery pit below Mon El swooped down and grabbed hold of Rogarth’s ankle again. The Legionnaire let go of his opponent three more times, each time halving the distance from the lava below, until Taurus Gang member finally spoke.

“We’re here to pick up a new member. You Legionnaires inspired us with your planetary power sets so we thought we’ve been putting ourselves a new gang together... this was supposed to be our try-out.”

“Guess you failed then.” And with that Mon El threw the villain several hundred feet into the air and swooped up to catch him as he flew back to the rest of his team.

Mission: retrieve Zaxton Regulus

In front of them stood two tusked body guards obviously intent on blocking their way.

“Ferro, would you like to persuade them to let us pass” Dirk had a ferocious smile as he allowed the new Legionnaire the opportunity to deal with the situation. Under the holo-garb of a rough looking youth Douglas Nolan approached the nearest guard.

“Excuse me…” Even as the Legionnaire started to talk a hand jutted out to push him away. Douglas grabbed the arm pulling the guard towards him, lifting his knee to smash into the large man’s privates. There was an ominous clang as iron knee hit bodyguard’s crotch. “They’re robots!” Douglas announced as he punched the guard he had hold of on the head. His metal fist burst through the other side of the robots head with a small explosion of sparks. With his other hand he let go of the robot guard’s arm and grabbed the neck, twisting fiercely. With a convincing screech the robots head, still wrapped around Ferro’s arm where he had punched through it like an out sized bangle, tore off from the body trailing a synthetic spine and blue gloopy fluid. Behind him Douglas felt the temperature suddenly peak and he knew that Dirk had dealt with the other robot in his usual flamboyant style. Without looking back Douglas Nolan flew down the corridor after Dr Regulus.

Outside of the station Dawnstar and Kara Zor-El were waiting for a signal from their team mates. They had spotted what they assumed must be Regulus’ craft quite quickly – although it looked battered and not much different from the majority of space faring crafts out here at the refill station Kara had used her enhance senses to sweep over all the vehicles currently tethered there and zeroed in on this craft - the outer skin was in fact only millimetres thick, a hastily added disguise to cover up the egomaniacs trademark golden ship. The two women floated a thousand meters away behind one of the stations guidance buoys.

As they spun around the Buoy towards the disguised golden space ship a flash from the front of the craft alerted them to weapons fire. Around then a swarm of small golden globes spun a net of energy. Kara burst through the web with a judicious bust of laser vision and her considerable strength. Behind her Dawnstar wasn’t as lucky as she spun and wove her way through the approaching field her wingtips were caught and before she could push away the netting expanded covering her completed. Kara spun around and went to assist her mentor using her laser vision the destroy several dozen of the energy net generating pods with viscous accuracy. Dawnstar told her to catch Regulus, she wasn’t being hurt only stopped from getting any closer to the craft.

With a determined scowl Kara turned back towards the craft and in a blur she had punctured the outer skin and had entered the vessel.

Mission: investigation of reported meta-violence on Ventura, suspected Taurus Gang involvement.

A Sklaarian with incredible durability and a flaming sword proved to be a match for Sade’s martial arts skills though the Rimborian Legionnaire soon got bored and charged up her guns and zapped her opponent unconscious.

M’Windaji had tracked three more opponents as they fled towards the nearest space dock, two of which Tryoc had flown after as they ran into what looked like a mechanics yard. The last one was a mauve skinned girl wearing an old style green and navy blue battle armour who turned as the new Legionnaire approached and stopped running.

“You know Legionnaire, I only wanted some money... never wanted to hurt anyone... but you see this is my only real skill.” And with that she increased in size becoming almost fifteen feet tall. She bent down and picked up what looked like an old gaming machine and flung it half heartedly towards the approaching Legionnaire. M’Windaji easily avoided it and landed twenty feet away from the giant.

In the distance they heard a boom.

“That was my colleague knocking your friends unconscious.” Gahaji tried to appear cool as he spoke, remembering all the training he had had at the Academy about taking command of situations. He hoped the giant didn’t have super hearing or his racing pulse would have given the game away immediately.

“They weren’t my friends, like I said I only wanted to make some money.....”

“Give up now and you will be spared the charge of trying to assault an authorized law enforcement officer and resisting arrest.”

“Like my luck couldn’t get any worse... yeah, go on then arrest me.” She shrunk in size and put out her hands before her. M’Windaji cautiously approached and placed the set of incapacity cuffs he kept on his belt upon her.

“Tell the Forge I’m so sorry....” And she fell to the ground asleep.

M’Windaji took a deep breath and thanked his ancestors that his first opponent as a Legionnaire had been so easily persuaded to give up.

Mission: retrieve Zaxton Regulus

Ferro ran ahead punching and smashing into random walls as he went. Sun Boy followed leaving a blazing trail behind him. They came to a halt at a T junction, neither sure which way they should go.

“So he expects us to go down separate corridors.... hmmm... This is how Zaxton fought us back in the day. He split the team up and picked us off. Whatcha think there Doug?”

“He’s the captain of the ship Dirk so let’s give him what he wants... left or right bud?”

Dirk only nodded his answer and flew along the corridor to his right. He knew that this was against every protocol that the Legion had; splitting up a small team, leaving the young man he had been asked to mentor to fend for himself, but right now all Dirk thought was this was his chance to finally put an end to florggin’ Zaxton Regulus once and for all.


Ferro dived down the corridor to the left and almost immediately he knew the trap had been sprung. The material of the walls started to unfurl, as if composed of ammonites small circular shell like shapes appeared and started to glow. The further he ran down the corridor the more they glowed until he found himself at a dead end. The wall ahead spun with coloured lights that dug into his mind. Stopping to take breath Douglas knew without looking that there would now be a wall behind him and no obvious escape.

“Stop. Do not move Legionnaire”

The voice was full of arrogant command and as much as Douglas Nolan wished to smash his way out of this multi-coloured box he found he couldn’t muster the energy to move.


Sun Boy melted his way through the floors, already deciding to himself the Zaxton would be on the front command deck so he aimed himself there and simply disintegrate anything in the way. In a matter of minutes the incandescent Sun Boy found his opponent. Zaxton Regulus wore golden armour and stood overlooking a wraparound screen as if he were a general casting his eye over his victorious armies. His arms were behind his back as he glanced across the screen.


Andromeda tore through the ship and almost immediately fell afoul of a trap. As she ripped her way diagonally through the great golden craft she heard a howl.

“Dirk? Hold on buddy, I’ll get you soon...”

With her enhanced vision abilities compromised by the ships internal radiation fields she relied on her hearing to lead her to the source of the screams. As she smashed through a wall the very air around her blazed into a garish red light. Red sun radiation flooded her body and the gravity field suddenly increased exponentially. Without a choice Kara Zor El was flung face first onto the floor robbed of her powers. With the last of her energy she blasted out the glowing wall before her with her laser vision but it was too late. Ahead of her a small comm. Unit continued to issue the cries that had led her here.


Zaxton Regulus turned to face Sun Boy with a grin on his face as if he were a welcoming host happy to see his visitor.

“You only brought three of your petty comrades. Am I not worth more than that Dirk? My ship is the most advanced smart-tech this side of Colu so it has adapted to its opponents, even the Daxamite lass who followed you won’t last too much longer.”

Sun Boy went to step forward but as he did the air around him misted over and he fell to his knees.

“Oh didn’t you notice? That grid you’re standing on is an Omega power drain. You didn’t really want to use your solar powers on me now did you?” The smile the older man gave the Legionnaire had no warmth in it and Dirk Morgna felt, for perhaps the first time in his adult life, powerless. The power drain sucked the strength from his muscles as well as the fire from his blood.

Mission: investigation of reported meta-violence on Ventura, suspected Taurus Gang involvement.

In total they captured twelve meta beings, several of which had long outstanding warrants for their arrests. Tyroc spoke to Sade as Mon El and M’Windaji joined the local Science Police officers as they loaded the restrained villains into the anti-grav chute of their vehicle.

“Lar I have a favour to ask....”

“What is it Gahaji?”

“The mauve woman I caught, do we have any information on her?”

The Science Police officer drew up a hard light info screen and said: “She’s um... Jeffari Assarn, from Talok viii, only got here four weeks ago according to the data logs. She’s the only one without a criminal record...”

“I don’t think she belonged with this group... do we know anything else about her?”

“What are you saying Gahaji? Just remember they’ll say anything to get out of being captured so...”

“I know Lar but ... well I think she’s in trouble and that’s why she’s here.”

The Science Police officer spoke, “Yup, she’s in trouble. Four years for meta crimes, minimum.”

“Did she actually commit a crime? She didn’t put up much of a fight...”

“Gahaji! She was trying out for the Taurus Gang. You said she admitted she was here for the money.”

“I’m sorry... it’s just... my instincts are telling me we’re wrong. I can’t shake it Lar, she doesn’t belong in there.”

“Okay.” The older Legionnaire pondered what to do for a few seconds before saying, “...If she’s from Talok viii she’ll know me. I was their Planetary Shadow Champions partner for eight years. Let’s go talk to her. Officer can you get us into her cell please?” Although he asked it was obvious Mon El didn’t expect the officer to delay them any further.

“Quick, c’mon, you gotta eyeball this with your own optics starshine!”

Ignoring their protests Grava grabbed ahold of Hadru and Brek and dragged them behind her as she zoomed around the corridors. Up ahead a circular door irised open and Grava landed on a balcony overlooking the hall where a temporary gym had been set up on the planetoid. Below them a skirmish was taking place that made all three drop their jaws in disbelief.

“Lexikon said she needed a challenge so Brin said all shiny brave he’d take her on and then Harmonia challenged them both but said... like nebularific shocker, she’d do it blindfolded!.”

Below them the deputy leader of the Legion stood in the center of the dojo space with a band of black cloth strapped around her head and covering her eyes but not her smile. In her hands she held onto a wooden pole, not much thicker than a thumb and almost two meters long. Around the edge of the training space several Legionnaires stood and cheered.

Brin Londo dove towards the elemental but as his hands reached towards her head she bent down upon one knee, her other leg perfectly balanced before her as she twirled the stick and caught him soundly on the shoulder pushing him off balance. As he recovered, Lexikon, the Tamarean princess who had only joined a week before took the opportunity to attack. As she flew at Harmonia the deputy leader sprung into the air and clipped her attacker on the side of the head. Even as her head spun Lexikon reached to grab the stick but Harmonia had already twisted it around and clipped the Tamarean on the backside before landing gracefully back on the mat. Timber Wolf cartwheeled across the mat towards her but once again the ancient woman side stepped aside, this time she swung her arm and caught hold of Brin’s ankle, pulling herself off balance. The Tamarean princess dove down from above to capitalize on this apparent mistake but with unexpected nimbleness Harmonia jabbed the stick into the mat and using the momentum she had from grabbing Timber Wolf swung her feet over her head thereby avoiding her airborne attacker. Lexikon crashed into Timber Wolf as he turned to try to grab their deputy leader again.

Harmonia laughed. It was not a sound many present had heard before and quite a few were surprised at how rich and genuinely heartfelt it sounded. She pulled the blindfold from her head and wiped the sweat from her brow with it and held her hands up to end the match.

“Enough! Thank you both, I haven’t had a challenge like that in a long, long time.” She smiled widely at Timber Wolf and Lexikon and bowed graciously.

“By the Mother Star, you are a worthy warrior!”
“Yeah, Harmonia, I never knew you were so bad ass.”

“Thank you. I only wish I had experienced the privilege of sparring with Val Armorr.”

“Yeah, the kid would have loved that too Harmonia. You would have given him a challenge.”

She smiled impishly and said, “I certainly would have tried Brin Londo. Anyway... thank you both, I think I have tasks to complete with Querl in the Laboratory now. If you like we could try again some other time?” Before she left the gymnasium she turned and respectfully bowed to the dojo.

“That woman continues to amaze...”

Mission: retrieve Zaxton Regulus

“Why did you kill my father Zaxton?”

“That bastard ruined my career. I was the highest qualified Terran power sphere engineer and your blasted father threw me onto the street and made it impossible for me...”

“You tried to kill me you arrogant dickhead, don’t you remember? I was clumsy in your lab so you locked me into that reactor.”

“Clumsy? No, Dirk be honest, you used to come into my lab and bat your eyes and play games with me... any excuse and you would be there to see me.”

“What? What the florgg are you going on about? You were a bully that the whole team were terrified of. They used to send me in as my dad was your boss so they thought you couldn’t bully me. What the florgg is this ‘bat your eyes’ crap Zaxton? You think for second that I...?” Dirk was incredulous.

“Admit it Dirk, I saw you, I knew how much you admired me...”

“I was terrified of you! You’re a disgrace!”


Kara was finding it difficult to take a deep breath. The pressure of the artificial gravity well and the power sapping red sun radiation had taken its toll. Her vision began to swim before her and she thought how ironic was it that she had been saved from certain death in the 20th century only to die on her first real mission here in the 31st... there was a crunch followed by the bang and a loud crash and the red lights began to dim, some sparking as they blew. The gravity lessened and slowly she tried to stand up. A strong hand grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her to her feet. Before her Douglas Nolan smiled through his mask.

“C’mon girl, we’ve got a golden ship to trash as we find our missing Sun Boy.”

“What? What happened Doug... where were you?”

“Oh he tried to hypnotise me but one of the pleasure of having two people sharing the same space is not only am I twice as strong and good looking but I’ve a back up consciousness if the other gets interfered with.”

“I have no idea what you mean but thank you... whoah, I can feel my powers returning, so... race you to the command deck?”


Sun Boy was shaking his head and laughing gently. Zaxton Reguls had explained with a twisted perversion of logic the events that had led to Dirk, aged fifteen, being locked in a reactor, and the firing and disgrace of Regulus.

“You are an idiot Zaxton, always were a sociopath so obsessed with your own supposed glory that you couldn’t see the facts... I feel sorry for you old man. No one will ever love you, you know that? For all your fantasies I certainly never did...”

At Dirk’s goading Zaxton Regulus stepped forward and put his hand out to grab the Legionnaire. It was the opportunity Sun Boy had been waiting for as he focused his will on his Flight Ring and burst out of the power drain and caught Regulus under his outreached arm and hurled the older man onto the power drain grid.

Regulus tried to stand up and step away but was too late as the power was sucked out of his armour and muscles.

“Dirk... you...” He didn’t say anything more as Sun Boy’s boot crashed into his face breaking his jaw and nose and knocking him unconscious. Dirk sat down in the command chair and put his head in his hands and wept. Tears flowed as he thought of all the pointless deaths that had resulted from the sick old sociopath’s misunderstanding of a teenager’s body language.


Several minutes later Andromeda, closely followed by Ferro crashed through the wall into the command deck to find their comrade brushing fingers over the hard light control panel.

“Hey guys, sorry it took a while but I’m just shutting off the auto defenses... guess you got out of the traps he set yourselves eh?” Although Sun Boy gave them one of his galaxy wide famous smiles they could both see the grief in his eyes.

Kara hugged him and said “It’s okay Dirk, let’s go home.”

The Dead Brain smiled.

The misshapen leader of the Khund Battle Brigade had led the small team to victory against the rebels who had taken control of this satellite world’s council chambers with surprising ease. The two Legionnaires currently on secondment to the Khundian group, Cosmic Boy and Night Girl, had once again proven very effective. His magnetic abilities were particularly valuable given the high levels of ferrous elements within the average Khundian skeletal structure. Night Girl’s strength and combat skills had virtually stopped the two combat droids and she had single handedly smashed a tank to pieces when it had turned its attention to her fiancé.

Shootskin and Frachkatchan, the acidic insectoid and the giant warrior, had both laughed as they watched the two Legionnaires deal with most of the rebels by themselves. They both noticed that even after the two and a half months amongst the Battle Brigade neither Legionnaire would kill an opponent.

When it had been announced to the general population of the Khundian Empire that the two Legionnaires had been seconded to the Battle Brigade there had almost immediately been several hundred Khundian warriors insisting on the right to challenge them to combat. While members of the Battle Brigade were allowed by Imperial Mandate to refuse challenges without loss of status or reputation, the Legionnaires had said they would both accept the first two each just to prove that they should be given the same respect as any other Brigade member. On a world where the Challenge Domes were by far the most popular entertainment for the populace, the challenges that the two Legionnaires fought in were the highest rated and bet upon matches in at least a decade. Many Khunds afterwards complained that the fights were over too soon, some even accusing the Legionnaires of cheating. The simple facts were both Rokk Krinn and Lydda Jath were highly skilled in using their abilities and had had combat training from the best amongst the United Planets. Incidentally, unlike the results of over eighty five percent of challenges, neither Legionnaire resorted to killing their opponents.

The Khundian military had taken charge of the situation once the Dead Brain had confirmed the building was clear. With the two Legionnaires and the Battle Brigade onboard their sleek warship they returned to Khundia Prime. While they sat back in relative comfort waiting for the translight drive to power them back to their headquarters Lydda took the opportunity to speak to Shootskin, the acid sweating insectoid.

“Y’know, we have a member of the Legion who looks kind of like you, but he’s from an alternate dimension. His homeworld in this reality is barren of life, Vyrga. Don’t suppose you….”

“Vyrga was purged during the Great Flight. The Dominion destroyed the biosphere in anger after the Khunds escaped from their bondage to them. If the Khunds had not returned to help fight the Domeheads my race would be extinct. We have much to be grateful for, the Empire protects!”

“You’re from Vyrga? Wow! Gates will be so pleased to hear it!” Even as she said it Lydda hoped that the Vyrgan survivors in this reality weren’t as blinded to the Khundian Empire as Shootskin. He was a soldier through and through, spouting ‘the Empire Protects’ at every turn.

“The Hive Queens were given a world in La’handarath system. We are many again and serve our saviors.” Lydda smiled again but internally she felt sickened by her Battle Brigade counter parts closed mind. She really hoped that the survivors from the distant battle with the dominion had resumed its independence as a culture and Shootskin was the exception rather than the rule. Rokk had listened in and Lydda could see him gently tap his flight ring, a code they had worked out early into their time here to request the other to open communication through the telepathic relay in their earplugs.

“Lydda, we need to tell Gates. He wasn’t in a good way when he got back from the 21st Century and we both know Brainy has so much on he can sometimes forget to prioritise people….”

“But Rokk, it sounds like they are Khundian Empire lackeys…”

“Maybe they are but he was really hurt by Allistor and that gene-mod he suffered so maybe his own people will be able to give him the medical help he needs. Certainly Gym’ll admitted he didn’t have a clue what to do…”

“Okay, you’re right m’love. We can let him know once we have co-ordinates and a bit more information.”

Hi reader, if you haven't read the first Legion World Fanfic this probably won't make any sense and while I'm not going to recap it all here (spoilers!) the team have moved onto a planetoid in the Sol system they are calling Legion World and below is the current line up of the Legion I'll be using in this story:

Current Role call:
Phantom Girl – Leader
Harmonia – Deputy Leader
Brainiac 5 – Legion World manager
Chameleon Boy – Espionage Squad leader
Invisible Kid
Lightning Lass
Shrinking Violet
Mon El
Comet Queen
Gates
Tyroc
Glorith
Ultra Boy
Element Lad
Polar Boy
Wildfire
Dawnstar
Timber Wolf
Tellus
Sun Boy
Shadow Lass
Chemical Kid
Chameleon Girl

Khund Battle Brigade members on secondment to the Legion:
Gazelle
Deathstorm

New members (and their mentors):
M’Windaji (– Mon El)
Otaki (– Chameleon Boy)
Kid Quantum (– Element Lad)
Shield (– Invisible Kid)
Backlash (– Lightning Lass)
Andromeda (- Dawnstar)
Titan (- Wildfire)
Lexikon (- Harmonia)
Ferro (- Sun Boy)
Sade (- Tyroc)
Dragonmage (– Timber Wolf)
Kinetix (– Shrinking Violet)

Under Brainiac 5 on LW:
Dr Richard Kent Shakespeare -Impulse – Chief medical officer
Danielle Foccart –Kid Computo – IT support
Drura Sehpt - Infectious Lass – medical officer
I.Z.O.R. -Gear ii – infrastructure manager
Noah Kabbo - Spy – Legion World Counsellor
Henry – Anti Lad – Spatial warp controller

Star Fleet Liaison officer currently based on Legion World:
Gim Allon – formerly Colossal Boy

Legionnaires on secondment to the Khund Battle Brigade:
Cosmic Boy
Night Girl

Based on Talok viii:
Dragonwing
Shadow Lad
Lady Memory

Long term medical leave:
Senator Tenzil Kem

On long term leave:
Star Boy (Parental leave)
Dream Girl (Parental leave)

Montauk Point Academy staff:
Bouncing Boy
Duplicate Damsel
XS
Crystal Kid

Weber’s World affiliated team:
Quislet
Gear i
Oodoo Shanair of Lallor
Sentinel of the Khund Battle Brigade
Princess Shoordel of Tamaran iv
Proty iii

SP team on Takron-Galtos:
Mandalla – team leader
Gravity Kid
Power Boy
Nightwind
Lamprey


As ever, hope you enjoy this and all feedback is greatly appreciated!

A day in the life! I'm loving these little scenes and the deep insight they give us into so many of the Legionnaires. Laurel, Otaki, Kid Q, Kinetix and Tigerram are making a good group of friends (and seem to be more mature than Hadru!)

Love the budding friendship between Gim and Titan, and Gim's continued involvement with the Legion.

I'm very interested to read more about Gates and this reality's Vyrga.

Harmonia really does continue to surprise. Given her age, she's bound to have picked up more than a few tricks.

Interesting insight into Hykraian physiology.

Loving the Ventura and Regulus missions. Can't wait to see what happens next with Regulus.

Hey IB, that was fast! Thanks, as you said it's 'a day in the life' kind of feeling I was going for.

With 12 new members and the return of the lost crew and the new LW staff I felt the story needed a few interpersonal moments - more to come in the next installment.

Thanks again. Loving your ongoing adventures too btw, really love how you pulled the team back together.

I was so hooked by your new thread that I couldn't stop reading! Can't wait to see more interactions between your team.

I almost forgot to comment on Doug - two personalities in one? Wow! I'm very intrigued.

I like Mwindaji convincing Mon-El to talk to that prisoner.

And thank you for your kind words on my own writing

Mission: Investigation of claims of war on Nostos ii

Team:
Harmonia Li of Earth, natural elemental – team leader
Lexikon – Princess Daheenisha of Tamara iv, flight, speed, strength, durability, omni-linguist
Shrinking Violet – Salu Digby of Imsk, shrink to microscopic size
Kinetix, Zoe Saugin of Aleph, telekinetic animation
Glorith of Xerox, manipulates magical energies

Salu Digby did not look impressed.

Harmonia Li had requested Shrinking Violet and the new Legionnaire she was currently mentoring, Kinetix, join the deputy leader and Lexikon, the Tamarean princess that had joined at the same time as Zoe Saugin, and the sorceress Glorith to the outer docking bay. Salu had been seconds away from flicking her active status to ‘off’ so she and Ayla could sneak away for a picnic. Salu had to admit she had no real idea what this ‘picnic’ entailed but Ayla had been quite emphatic that they needed to have one so, with a little trepidation, the Imskian Legionnaire agreed. They had packed their hamper and were walking to the new mission monitor board hub at the heart of what had become known as the F-Zone – the Formal Zone - where Legion work was dealt with, or at least that was what they had said was the reason for its name to the two Media crews that had visited their new base, the Legion World, yesterday.

“Damn it, I’m sure she knows we were away…”

“Oh shush there, it’ll all keep and I’ll be here when you get back. We’ll have our picnic before you know it babes.“

“You’d better be….” Salu gave her laughing Winathian lover a quick kiss and turned to leave.

Using her flight ring’s automatic flight planner she reached the docking bay just under a standard minute later. Harmonia Li, the current deputy leader, stood underneath the anti-grav lift of one of their new mark ix cruisers alongside Glorith, Kinetix and Lexikon. Putting aside her disappointment at being the last person to arrive Salu joined them as they were floated up onto the main corridor that ran the length of their new ship.

“Harmonia, what’s the rush?”

“The United Planets have asked that we send a team to investigate a request for assistance with some serious meta activity.”

“Sure, great, where we going?”

“The star was originally called Nostos by the early inhabitants but these days you may have heard of it under the less palatable name given to it by the caligynephobic media in the late 29th century, as Femnaz. The planet the Amazon’s declared out of bounds to the rest of the galaxy has requested our help.”

Gim Allon and Yera, the wife that he had thought lost two years ago, sat opposite each other in a plush and comfortable room. Neither quite made eye contact though both held their heads up, almost afraid to show the other how lost they had been until they had been reunited recently. They had met twice before in the last week as they tried to sort out the nature of their relationship. They had parted on particularly awful terms just before she had joined the fateful team that were stranded in the 21st century for two years. The hurt that the fights they had had engendered seeds of mistrust between the two of them. Neither wanted to be the first to say it but both were desperate to apologize.

Their silence stretched out as both thought for something to say.

Finally, Gim Allon said what had been on his mind from the start: “Y’know Yera, I was an idiot the way I argued with you before you left. I didn’t deserve someone as beautiful as you.”

The Durlan smiled before replying: “Well, yes, you were an idiot.” Both gave a small laugh before she continued, “…though I was a nightmare to you. Despite being married to the most handsome, generous and decent man, I resented the gilded glamorous cage that I felt the life of a Legionnaire became and… started to hate you for keeping me there. You didn’t force me to stay though, I did and I always knew that. When we were lost in the 21st century I promised myself that if we ever met again you would know that despite everything I put you through you are the best man I’ve ever met Gim Allon….”

“Yera, don’t…. I never stopped wanting you, you know that don’t you?”

Even as he finished the sentence his Durlan wife wrapped her arms around his broad chest and pulled him close to kiss him fully on the mouth. Gim Allon did not resist.

Dr Noah Kabbo knew that being the counselor to the Legion of Super Heroes would never be the glamorous job that many would imagine but currently he was wondering if it was too late to quit.

As Drura Sehpt cried she flung rope like strands of sticky mucous around his office in all directions. The pale skinned girl had approached him to ask if she could discuss something and of course he agreed. She started by explaining her recent misadventure in the 21st century and as she spoke he felt her sadness come to the fore. The woman before him said she had felt truly helpless, useless and worthless. As his psychic skills confirmed, her current self esteem was as low as he could possibly have imagined.

“Drura... I can feel your pain and I have a suggestion for you. Do you want to hear it Drura?”

She looked up, wiping tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and nodded.

“I want you to keep a journal for the next seven days. In it I want you to note every time you do something kind for someone else and every time you do something, no matter how small, that you believe a decent person would do. Could you do that for me Drura? We’ll go through it together next week.”

“Sure...” she sniffed.

“Okay, well let’s call it a day with that and I’ll see you in seven days time, okay? Though remember if you need me you can contact me at any time.”

“Thank you Dr Kabbo, thank you.” The slender girl gave the team counselor a quick hug as she walked out of the door, smearing mucous across his chest and arms.

After she had gone Noah Kabbo took several deep breaths before pulling his shirt off and dumping it into a bin by the side of his desk. “Auto clean... hello control? Can I have auto cleaners here quickly please.” The resident AI that monitored Legion World would ensure the appropriate services would arrive shortly. Until then the psychic counselor strode into his small en suite facility, stripped off and issued a command to the sonic shower unit. As a result he didn’t hear his door open or the unexpected visitor walk into his office. As he returned, a towel around his waist he was startled to see Kara Zor El sat in the chair opposite his desk.

“Hey, sorry Dr Kabbo. You door allowed me entry so I just came in. I spotted you were in the shower but didn’t think you would mind if I waited.”

“Umm... yes of course. Sorry but as I’m waiting for some cleaning droids to help tidy the place up maybe if you are free to come back in, say... thirty minutes...” In a blur the heroine formerly called Super Girl had cleaned the room so it glistened as if brand new.

“..Ah... so you’ll want to talk to me right now then?”

Encyclopaedia Galactica – Nostos. Class M2 red dwarf star situated at the very outreaches of the United Planets. Inhabited during the 25th century by the survivors from the destruction of the Amazon’s paradise island Thermyscira and their followers. The systems original designation of 'Taltor' after the 23rd century explorer family was replaced by 'Nostos' meaning 'home' in the Amazons original Grecian dialect. The Matriarchal society turned its back on the rest of the star faring peoples of Earth and focused on rebuilding their own culture. The inhabitants of the Nostos system have traditionally shunned contact with other space faring races. Nostos ii, the only inhabitable world within this system, is tidally locked within its orbit around the home star and has six continents of which the smallest is situated in the heart of the hot zone, another is directly opposite underneath several kilometres of ice on the permanently dark side of the world. The remaining four all straddle the terminator line where the original inhabitants set up their colonies. Brief contact was made in the late 29th century though this resulted in the minor confrontation around the Nostos Oort Cloud called the Small Homestar War by historians. Twenty nine United Planets explorers were known to have been killed. The media concocted the nick name ‘Femnaz’ for the system, a name that has become common part of the vernacular since. There has only been one known Nostosian who has traveled to Earth in recent times; Ambassador Thora, who used the so-called Purple Ray technology of the Amazons to empower female members of the Legion of Super Heroes in the hope that she could lead a revolution. Thora took her own life rather than face justice either on Earth or on her home world. It is not known if Ambassador Thora was in fact an official representative of the Nostosi government or if she was working independently.


Glorith meditated at the back of the control deck, gently humming atonally to herself, as Harmonia piloted the ship into a geo-synchronistic orbit above the main city of the world. The read outs they had received as they approached the world did not give them hope. There appeared to be many villages and small towns throughout the four inhabitable continents that seemed deserted, in some cases destroyed, while the largest urban centre had billows of smoke streaming up into the atmosphere.

Harmonia concentrated. She could feel the harsh cross winds in the atmosphere. On this world the warm air from the centre of the hot continent rose and blew fiercely towards the sunless side while the colder air blew lower down across the landscape in the opposite direction towards the heated continent and where the two met towering thunder clouds and twisters spun a dangerous route. This was a storm clad world. No weather control sat could hope to regulate or govern such primal forces for long.

Vi, Lexikon and Kinetix had discussed the limited information they had on the world below and the possibilities they faced on the ground. From what their sensors displayed there had recently been some intense fighting. Bodies were strewn mercilessly, the bloody signs of violent massacres apparent. Within the main city they could see a central crescent shaped building, beautifully ornate, had crowds around it with some skirmishing fights taking place in the streets leading away from it.

“We need to go to the main building. That’s where we will find out what's happened here.” Salu Digby flipped the display across to Harmonia, who nodded her agreement.

“You had better hang on, the winds are a bit gusty below…”

With that cruiser dove into the swirling clouds that hugged the planet beneath them towards the crowded square.

Sandy Anderson sat in her room at Montauk Point Academy and watched the screen before her burst into life and a holo of Gates appear.

“Inferno! You mammalian capitalistic sclart, how is the studious life treating you?”

“Oh, it’s you Buggy, I was hoping for someone attractive to look at.” She smiled with genuine warmth as she replied.

“I’m better than you are used to, don’t lie. Brainiac 5 says I’m free finally to leave his infernal medi-bay so wondered if you were free to join me for a little jaunt.”

“Hey, if it means getting away from revising for another pointless test for iron britches Dourgo then count me in.”

As she finished speaking the holo faded and a teleportation disc appeared in the ceiling above her. Gates popped his head through and motioned for her to join him.

“You will get me into trouble Buggy...”

“You don’t have to join me little firestarter.”

“Like hell I don’t!”

And with that she used her flight ring to levitate up and through the teleportation disc above her.

Thanks again IB.

Ferro doesn't have two personalities so much as two consciousnesses - or however you spell that word. He overwrote his own onto the one that already existed in the alternate reality when he transported himself there. That probably doesn't make sense to anyone but me, and even then I'm not 100% sure actually. Oh well.

More coming up with that prisoner M'Windaji tried to help and also more Harmonia along with a couple of surprise decisions by several of our cast.

Hope this is still making sense and you are enjoying it.

Oh, thanks for the clarification. So there are basically two Douglas Nolans in that body? Interesting.

I like your all female team on the Nostos mission!

Love Gim and Yera reconciling.

Also love the nice nod to Gates and Inferno both being from the same universe and the friendship that must have developed from their time together in the 20th century a while back. Would be interesting to see how they (esp. Gates!) react to this universe's versions of Kinetix and Kid Quantum II, and in fact to the versions of other Legionnaires they knew from back home!

Also like the focus on Drura. Wonder what caused her self esteem to plummet so?