Dark Destinies

Warming pet request

Smokey, while surfing the internet looking for something interesting, come across the exact picture of what he would like the base pets to look like.  Being uber excited, he rushes to Dr Goodman's lab to show him the picture of what he thinks would be the best base pet using the jaguar cubs.  Along with them being obedient to Shadow Goddess and myself along with others on the team minus minions and mooks while having some 'special abilities' would be a must have bonus…  And he shows Dr Goodman the picture on the laptop and says looking lovingly at the screen while scratching it 'nice kitty , friendly kitty , little ball of death… do you want to play?' :   

Stupid Humans

"It was wrong," she says to me in my mind. Always being the Conscience for us.

"No!", she yells in response with only me hearing her. "They put those kids in peril! Not us!" Responsibility often dominates the dialog.

"It was us," the calm, soothing voice says, barely audible in my head, but growing in volume. "Accept it. We should be asking what we do about it." Reason… she always takes Responsibility's side in our frequent arguments.

"Kill them all," an angry voice answers. "They are beneath us. Barely worth mentioning!" Vengeance. He is nothing if not predictable. 

"Our responsibility is to change them. Help them evolve. Be better." Responsibility pauses for a moment and the others remain quiet. "That does not include saving each and every one of them. Our responsibility is greater than any one of them-"

Reason quietly interrupts Responsibility, "Except for children. We have argued this point before and we consider this an inviolate rule."

Responsibility scoffs, "Yes, not children. But the adults should know better."

"And they never do," Vengeance agrees barely audible as if to himself.

"Of course not," as Benevolence enters the conversation. "How could they? As weak and dull as their species is. But killing the ignorant, no matter their crimes, should not be the focus here." Her voice is not heard often, but always seems to echo over and over again.

A chorus of voices say, "yes" and agree.

"We did not save all the children, we realize this, yes?" Reason reminds.

"And it was the fault of those adults either inept and unable to save their young or the violence of those adults who care little of the lives of their species." Responsibility pauses, not wishing to pontificate.

"But, they must pay for their crimes," Justice says jumping in. He always stood inflexibly, as was his nature.

"Exactly!" Vengeance shouts. "Have we forgotten that our own wife and daughter died because of their collective incompetence? Have we forgotten that we were imprisoned because we valued their lives over the bureaucratic nonsense of their societal rules? We could have saved both if not for THEM!"

"Their shackling of us leading to the death of Helen and Essence is not justification for indiscriminate murder-" Conscious says until she is interrupted, as is often the case in such inevitable arguments.

"The hell it isn't!" Vengeance booms.

"But," interrupts Benevolence, "what is there to be gained by killing them?"

"Agreed", says Responsibility.

"Logically," Reason adds, "our primary goal is to help them evolve into a much better type of being. Of course, casualties are inevitable and their ignorance will put us at odds with the very race we seek to help."

"Yes, excellent point," Justice says. "To be just, we must kill only when they interfere with our efforts to improve them."

A new voice snickers. "Where's the fun in THAT?" Malevolence says, his voice having a needling quality, always uncomfortable to many of the voices, but so comforting to Vengeance, the loudest of the group.

Vengeance laughs, "Count on the others to suck the joy out of everything!"

"That's counterproductive," Responsibility says flatly, her voice always admonishing.

"FINE", Vengeance relents. "We will follow the plan. For now."

"Hopefully not for too long," Malevolence teases. "but I think we can all agree to one thing…"

In the medical bay, Goodman paces back and forth, mumbling incomprehensibly under his breath, his arms gesticulating. Only one phrase is heard clearly when he stops: "Stupid humans."

Kincaid gets some new duds...
Ok, so costumes aren't ENTIRELY lame.

Impossible Mission
Another View

The sounds of the Impossible Mission ringtone woke her immediately. She rolled over quick as a cat; snatching up the cellphone and snapping it open. "Report!"

"We have another sighting Ma'am. Angel Falls again, this time using three unknown super-powered agents. Rampaged through the city before tearing open the city's Meta-human Event Secure Storage site and stealing some debris. Analysts believe it might have contained meta-human blood samples."

"How does that tie in to Twisted Savant? Where's the link to the three unknowns?"

She stood and quickly stretched. Bending for a moment to make sure she was limber  she then pulled on a robe. Strolling into her study, she watched as the lights brightened and a wide thin sliver of a display lowered from the ceiling.

"I was coming to that Ma'am, one of the supers at the end opened a portal to what appears to be a high tech room of some sort. Savant was not only seen in the room he actively engaged in conversation with the independent news service reporter who was attempting to film the whole thing."

"Show me."

The city camera feeds first show the swath of destruction leading up to the AFPD MESS. Then it cut to the IDS feed showing the African American reporter with the unlikely name of Ingrid O'Conner and her harebrained pursuit of the three villains and her 15 minutes of fame. She shuddered, a cold sweat breaking out as she saw Savant appear. Then she swore softly as she heard the offer to the young reporter.

"Dammit! I'd give my eyeteeth to have the chance to ask that bastard questions safely!"

"Yes Ma'am you and half the bureau." 

"Wait, what the hell roll back.." She motioned with both hands causing the images to reverse then slowly move ahead again.  "What the hell is the deal with grandma? Who is that; do we have any data yet? What the hell does he want with some 98 year old geezer?" 

"We are still looking into that Ma'am. On the other hand we do know what the container they broke into contained." 

"Well thank heavens for that. Give me the bad news"

"Container 3824:345. Contents: debris from a fight between Soviet Super Woman and Genocide."

"Are you KIDDING me???? Do you have any idea how dangerous that could be in his hands?" 

"They cannot be that dangerous Ma'am the samples were not contained in an airtight container nor does the blood appear to have been preserved in any way. The likelihood of being able to find a decent strand of useful DNA is less than 0.001 %"

"I might like those odds a lot better if they did not involve the most dangerous, unpredictable and brilliant super scientist on the planet Mr. Loclan.  If he manages something like say cloning either one of them or god forbid both we are going have some really bad days. And I have no intention of becoming one of his play toys in the new world order. So when I get there in 28 minutes you had better have some sort of answers about who these new threats are and what the heck is going on with that grandmother!"

"Yes Ma'am we are on it. "

She got dressed quickly; her mind racing as she considered what increased activity of Savant could mean for Angel Falls and the rest of the world. He was a menace to be sure but erratic and inscrutable in many ways.  He had appeared in 1996 off the west coast attacking an experimental laser cruiser then proceeded to destroy or wreck over 76 ships of various countries off the west coast before he disappeared.  Then three months later he had begun attacking land sites along the west coast.

Savant attacked military targets, government computer systems and data bases, as well as several civilian scientific think tanks and then disappeared again. His attacks were always precise, devastating, and quick. He had run into resistance of course the military and several supers had all tried to stop him. He had been thwarted a few times or at least held off but nothing anyone would consider a true loss had occurred to him for the first three years he was in operation.

Then came the heroine Obsidia. And everything changed. Since then he had been even more ferocious. His targets had expanded to include attacks and traps for heroines themselves, as if he had come to consider them a resource. Or prey.  In 2001 he surprised the world by staging a series of calculated raids  on multiple countries using advanced robots and vehicles capable of defying gravity and carrying heavy energy weapons. Russia, China, Europe, Africa, South America, North America even Australia, none were spared. In every case he formed a powerful perimeter and proceeded to use an unknown device to carve a shaft into the earth to varying depths to remove a shimmering gold mineral then departed.  None of these attacks was defeated and any heroes or military that went against him was soundly defeated or routed. Several heroines who had tried were still MIA; adding to his total of over 70 heroines he is believed to have captured and enslaved.

Since then he had not repeated anything on that scale instead keeping his activities local or small scale.  On occasion he worked with other villains and organizations. Always he seemed to be intent on capturing heroines and high tech materials and resources. 

He had attacked a private research firm and stolen over 2 liters of highly unstable and energetic alien chemical, believed to be the fuel source for a hyperdrive. It would make a horrendous weapon or gods only knew what in his hands, and now he had reappeared with three new supers as his lackeys, and taken a blood sample… and a grandmother.

She strolled into the hub and Mr. Loclan raced over with a display to show her what they had gathered so far.

" Ok all we have on the three 'Reavers' as he called them. Here are their names and some speculation on powers and power levels.  The girl is Inertia, we believe she has power over the creation, dissipation, and magnitude of motion in objects based on the camera feeds. Effectively similar to high level telekinesis for most purposes. "

"But its NOT make sure our agents KNOW that MR. Loclan it could mean all the difference."

"Yes Ma'am. The two males. Lagrange and Transit, Lagrange appears to have the ability to manipulate generate and diminish local gravity fields to the point of creating antigravity fields, miniature black holes or singularities and precisely defined localities of differential gravity. That is going to be hard to deal with. The most unknown factor is this one, Transit. Clearly he has teleportation abilities but also manifests the ability to form gateways for others to use and as seen here the ability to cause his gates to Move.  Very bad for anything caught on the edges. His range of teleport and how much or many is still unknown at the upper limit. At the least from Angel Falls to Hawaii.  He also appears to have the ability to use his powers offensively on others as displayed here where he sends this poor pedestrian thirty feet up before he dropped into the lake a few blocks away.

"That's the start of the dossier on each of them. One more thing. Each one was wearing a belt. It had a very specific helmet emblem on the front of all three. We are still trying to pin it down."

She nodded. "Good work. So what else have we got?"

He looked a tiny bit relieved and pulled up a still of the old lady. "She lives in Angel Falls so he didn't teleport that far. One Etta Von Kleiss, Widow. Born Etta lindstrom in Austria May 1926. Met and married Werner Von Kleiss April of 1943.  He was a physicist forcibly recruited by the germans and they were extracted then relocated to U.S and New Mexico in 1944 with husband by the U.S. Army. Involved in the Ghostlight Project and the Orion Project and worked there as an assistant to husband till his dismissal for off the books experiments and unconventional theories.  They worked for various engineering firms till the seventies when the husband passed away from cancer. It says she lived with various relatives till the last, her grandson, was killed this past year in the attacks of the Fourth Reich. No surviving relatives.  She seems set to live out her life with her nurse and maid due to a decent set of investments the son made. Why Savant wants her, we have no real evidence."

"Wait, what unconventional theories was the husband espousing?"

He paused and did a quick search then frowned and repeated it.  
"He had several that were rejected at the time. Lets see, something to do with subspace folds, zero point formulae and um, dimensional frame theory."

She rubs the bridge of her nose and sighs. "You know that's one of the things I think I despise MOST about Savant." 

"That he kidnaps old grandmothers?" 

"NO! That he is an apparent Super-genius in about forty different fields of study, probably a hundred years ahead of the human race, but he's not wrapped up in his own ego enough to think that other people couldn't have an intellectual leap from A to G that he didn't. IF he was a self absorbed egomaniacal prick at least then he would be a little less competent."

Trio Triumphant
Silly Reporters

{The daily listings of political misdoings world wide issues and concerns and local fluff is interrupted with a fanfare of trumpets and a banner flashing across the screen "breaking News!!!!!" The screen comes up with a young black reporter holding a microphone and bunching her shoulder against seemingly high, cool winds scheduled to blow through Angel Falls this morning. She's wearing  a short skirt and very low cut blouse this does nothing to warm her but does seem to deeply accentuate a large expanse of golden brown cleavage and her almost movie star good looks.}

"This is Ingrid O'Connell reporting to you LIVE from downtown Angel falls near 3rd and Virtue Street. Fifteen minutes ago three super powered villains began to cut a swath of destruction and terror through the city. Targeting the busiest part of rush hour traffic they have disabled, destroyed, or downright devastated the morning commute.

They have damaged key intersections, disabled every vehicle in sight. They seem to have a special malicious intent for emergency and public vehicles as well as limousines.  Independent News Service has plotted a possible convergence point and I am here in D' al'gren memorial Park just to the west of the AFPD MESS facility"

{The camera widens out off of the lovely black reporter to show several statues of the heroes who fought in the D'al'gren invasion in the 50s. Beyond the American Maiden statue the camera focuses on a large four story warehouse with a large concrete wall with a gatehouse with AFPD markings.}

"The Metahuman Event Secure Storage facility is a combination vault and warehouse. It is used to contain materials from the site of metahuman encounters and battles that are deemed possibly hazardous even after the event is over. For example irradiated chunks of pavement or the remnants of destroyed technological and other devices that might still be dangerous or toxic. Even rubble and destroyed building portions are kept here for after action examination on the chance study of it might turn up evidence to help capture super villains and criminals. "

{Behind her there are screams and then the shriek of brakes. A police cruiser minus the back half goes skidding past; spitting sparks before it crashes into the guard house door. A moment later an Amazonian woman with green hair and an outfit that resembles a red metal techno swimsuit lands fifty feet away in front of the guardhouse. A man clad in blue and gold swoops down to land beside her with a laugh. They appeared to exchange friendly banter before turning towards the camera crew, just as a third figure flashed into existence next to them garbed in teal and silver  body armor. None of their faces could be completely seen. The figure in blue and gold had on a half face helm while the other two seemed to have face covering masks over their eyes. }

"Oh dear ladies and gentlemen the culprits have landed and it looks like two men and woman are the ones responsible for the paths for destruction cast through the city this morning. They seem to have taken notice of us and the camera crew, I… I am going to see if I can get a word with them" #unseen voice probably the cameraman# "What are you crazy they just tore up ninety blocks of the city and you want to TALK to them???"
"Yes Ray you p…urely courageous hunk of man now come on!"

{The girl turns and begins striding purposefully towards the three villains and the camera man curses but begin to jog along behind her as the Green-haired lady turns and tears the guardhouse, guards and all, completely off its base and tosses it into the park fountain with a crackling black and red display of her powers.}

"They appear to be ignoring our approach ladies and gentlemen and moving deeper into the facility. The one in blue with the gauntlets is floating as is the mysterious lady in red (sotto voce "Good god how many triple-F cups do they SELL in this town anyway!?")
The male in silver and green appears to be keeping up by vanishing with each step and reappearing a couple yards farther ahead in the direction his is traveling. Perhaps teleportation or something it's hard to say in this city."

{ The camera jars and jerks for a few seconds as the reporter and camera man runs the last dozen yards or so to the entrance and turn to look into the facilities parking and loading area. They arrive just in time to see the trio fifty yards away facing a ten man squad of AFPD's Finest dressed in emergency armor and armed with a variety of weapons none of which they find any use against the trio. The moment they open fire after a couple shouted warnings, a bright field of emerald energy leaps up in front of them and a second behind them, some sort of dimensional warp causing their own fire tear into them from behind.}

"Oh my goodness folks it looks like the defense squad somehow had its own firearms turned back on it err, well turned on its backs! Please someone call for medical assistance they all seem either disabled or wounded by their own weapons! Oh wow now the criminal in blue is using his gauntlets to cause the wall to glow with golden flashes of light! I don't know whAAAOOF!"

{The camera and the reporter both jerk forward as a sudden howl of wind is heard. The exterior wall of the MESS facility disappears in the blink of an eye across a 30 foot expanse, seemingly just crushed into a tiny silver ball before dropping to the ground. The three proceed inward slowly looking around the varied racks and containment pods and areas before apparently all turning in one direction and heading inside out of sight.}

"They have breached the secure site although what they could want is a mystery, this facility is not supposed to contain anything of real value. We are following them in dear viewers to try to determine just what they are up to! And to see if this IS just a simple storage facility as the AFPD claim!"

{Again the camera view jumps and shudders as the reporter and her crew, caught up in the moment, rush to the edge of the building and turn the corner peering in. The lights are flickering partly on and partly off. There are red alarm lights going off and flashing in several places. The light on the camera comes on as they creep up to peer around the corner. As they do they see one of the pods pulled partly out and the villainess breaks open the pod, tearing the door off easily and setting it to the side before the man in blue takes a small device from his side and takes some sort of action. A bright orange cone of light shines out across the wreckage. He plays it across the contents of the storage pod as the lady uses her powers again.  She takes large chunks of pavement, building and sidewalk out of the way tossing, them behind her with crashes and the sounds of breaking containers."}

"They seem to be searching for something ladies and gentlemen, ohh, wait the hunk err the one in silver and green has opened some sort of portal a round opening in the air, into, my god it looks like some grandma's living room! He's talking to someone I can't hear it quite.. But there Lord she IS someone's grandmother she has to be at least 80 but she seems very feisty look at her waving that walker cane! Oh my god he just waved his hand and she glowed green and vanished what the hell ooh he's back now and the villains seem to have found what they are looking for!"

{The man in blue indeed seems to be visibly happy smiling and laughing as he aims the device at a "I" beam bent and twisted like putty in several places, but marked with several patches of black material that could be dried blood.  He nods ad the Villainess in red smiles and turns to the Green and silver clad villain. As the camera crew and the reporter get within fifteen yards they can hear the trio better suddenly.}

"Yes my lord we have what we came for. No the mission was carried out as ordered. We are returning with the sample now. Yes, yes there is, yes understood my lord." The red clad female appears to have a conversation with her mysterious Lord before turning to the man in blue and the one in silver and green. "Lagrange, we are returning to base. Transit, open a portal to the transmission room facing south." She turns to the camera and smiles and beckons with one finger. "Well aren't you a hot little piece of ass. C'mere girl, we won't hurt you. Someone wants a word with you."

{ The young reporter gives a shiver as the villains take a direct interest in the camera crew, or perhaps it is the low sensual sneering tone of the villainess. She straightens her suit jacket and skirt and then strides slowly closer. "Who are you? Why have you done this? Do you feel any remorse about all the damage you have caused and the hundreds injured, the thousands inconvenienced by your actions this morning?" The reporter asks. The villainess smirks and replies with amusement "No." Behind her the man in silver and green, "Transit" clearly appears the look the young black reporter over with a smirk like he is looking over a piece of meat then motions with one hand and a portal easily ten feet across  the edges marked by swirling green motes and emerald lightning dancing around the border. The scene it opens onto causes the young reporter to gasp and the cameraman can be clearly heard as he sees what lies beyond. "Oh, Fuck ME!" }

"Well done my Reavers. Inertia, Transit, Lagrange, Return to base. I will deal with the reporter and her camera man."

{The scene beyond is something out of a sci fi movie  Filled with gleaming black metal and a several dozen pieces of equipment in the fore and background apparently active. This alone would be remarkable but it is the figure clad in green and black armor that draws the girls' attention and the cameraman's startled curse. The trio step through the portal and out of sight to the left as the massive armored figure easily almost seven feet tall steps up to the edge. }

"You have displayed a great deal of courage, bravery and a distinct lack of common sense my dear but despite all that I find myself mildly impressed.  Perhaps you will do. Cease recording. What follows is for you alone."

{The cameraman turns the camera off and puts it down carefully all too familiar with Savants' reputation. He is rewarded with a nod as Savant turns to the girl and takes a small cylinder from his belt. He tosses it to her and speaks again.}

"You have twenty four hours to think. Then use that to seek your audience with me. If you have not done so in 25 hours it will self-destruct. Along with everything in a 30 block radius. Do not attempt to scan or interfere with it. You may pass it to the guardians if you wish. It might be amusing to see poly girl or bardak try to get somewhere with it. But the results for you would be less than ideal. So. Twenty four hours to decide questions, or give it away."

Without warning the portal closes leaving the cameraman and the young reporter stunned in the middle of the AFPD MESS with every alarm in the building going off.

The News

I watch the film footage from the news outlets about the Angel Falls attack and the three villains tearing up the city and killing the humans. Reviewing all information readily available about this group was a matter of preparation for our little band to handle this Twisted Savant character. Of course, it is not "murder" to kill essentially cattle, so there is no concern on my part for the damage, death, and destruction per se. Where the so called heroes were was anyone's guess, though truly helping lift the outmoded and woefully inadequate race from the ashes of their greatest, though pathetic, achievements apparently is illegal. Angel Falls demonstrates just how much the human species lacks, though solid experimentation and development of genetic advancements cannot be performed without the never ending administrivia dooming such efforts to failure. I wonder if these super heroes really have the agenda of keeping humanity from growing to ensure that humanity continues to acquiesce to mediocrity.

These villainous comrades of mine continue to work together and our collective agreement that this Twisted Savant character demands our attention and caution lest we become what he needs and we lose our autonomy. We can overcome and we must.

I am a HERO among a world of evil. Heroes that keep my former race in subjugated stagnation and villains who seek to simply take advantage of them. I feel more alone than ever in my quest to lift humanity into the next level of their evolution, but I must succeed. I will succeed. With a goal as lofty as mine, the means required to achieve that end demand sacrifice of many rules and biased ethics. What price could be placed upon such a monumental goal? The goal literally is worth more than any price, justifying any actions taken to achieve it.

I roll my eyes, tossing imaginary glasses, much like those I needed before my evolution. I even pinch the bridge of my,… um, snout?… to demonstrate my disdain for the circumstance of Angel Falls. Morty and the five subservient test subjects may watch what I might. I wonder what their tiny human brains are thinking at this moment. Morty, I hope, can see he is on the right path, leading his kind to a new level of growth. Perhaps he does not quite comprehend the goal, but he will.


Morty hangs in his restraints in Goodman's efforts to heal him. Nonsensical gibbering quietly escapes Morty's lips, though his thoughts surround only one thing. "Please God, don't let him torture me… just let me die,… please… I beg You… please…"


Jerry rocks back and forth, sitting on the floor, legs crossed and cradled by his arms. Long ago Jerry stopped caring about his hygiene, squishing the excrement and urine from earlier in the day within the cracks of his body and saturating the plain jumpsuit he wears. Goodman treated Jerry reasonably well, with no pain or torment. But Jerry saw more horror than most people see in their entire lifetime, though Morty's awful "procedure" remained etched down to Jerry's soul. Any psychologist could see Jerry's symptoms as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. A result of an entirely different type of torture. One that does not involve his pain directly, but rather the torment of seeing Morty's treatment, leading to the obvious question: am I next?


Looks like my laboratory animals are healthy and well, I think. They learn each day that progress moves forward and I am certain they take pride in this important time.

I just wish Jerry would clean himself. Ew.

Ancient History - Reaver Trio
Fun and Games

"Reavers, GO!" 

Lagrange extended both hands, and the cybernetically linked gloves on each hand began to sparkle and dance with golden motes of light.

"Let's see first how about a blockade." He chose a spot two blocks away both to his right, his visor magnifying it easily. 

He effortlessly decided and ten feet below the cars and pedestrians, gravity simply seemed to stop working for 1.12 seconds.

The results were both instantaneous and energetic to say the least.

Cement, asphalt, pipes and dust erupted upwards with a whooomph of displaced air, then rained back down as gravity reasserted itself. 

Screams and cries of surprise and shock greeted this event, as people stomped their brakes and swerved to avoid debris, pedestrians, and each other. 

Smiling in delight he turned and performed a similar and equally devastating action two blocks to his left leaving a twenty foot hole in the center of both intersections. 

Traffic immediately halted and people began to look up and around, to see the source of this horrible and violent interruption of their morning. Many quickly began to move as best they could away from the affected areas. 

Searching the road below he smiled spotting a limo, then pointed his left hand, clad in his gauntlet and golden motes. A needle thin sliver of golden motes streaked outward. 

Everything in its path, including the engine block of the limo and four feet of ground beneath it, instantly collapsed inward. All matter in its path and within a two foot radius around the needle was subjected to one hundred times normal gravity till it stopped a half second later. The sudden compression and decompression of air created a wavering heat mirage effect behind the sliver before it impacted the hood of the limousine.

The result was a carefully controlled and neat four foot across hole in the engine compartment of the limo leaving it completely empty, save for a small extremely dense sliver of metal and earth on the ground in the center. 

"Hahaha! Chalk up a limo for me! "He crowed." that's three off the bat."


Transit appeared on the roof of a thirty-four story building. It housed several dozen law offices and the top five floors were leased to one of the local Radio Stations. The one with the obnoxious radio show host who let his balls do the interviews, instead of his brains. Transit liked his style.

Large antenna and dishes festooned the roof and he walked carefully among them with a smile. Reaching the edge he inhaled the fresh air deeply and gave a laugh of delight just to be outside. On a mission. Today was going to be FUN!

Stepping up to the ledge he looked over then down at the traffic below. The magnifier in his visor kicked in, zooming the ants below into recognizable shapes and faces. 

"And now" he proclaimed theatrically, "this is when I relieve you, the little people, of the burden of your failed and useless little lives." 
He heard a both a groan and a sigh over the comms, and he could almost see both Inertia and Lagrange rolling their eyes. 

Far below the morning traffic moved by at a good speed due to the long green lights in this area of the city. After a moment of searching he spotted a pair of long dark limos moving together through the traffic like black sharks. He chuckled nastily and raised both hands. Far below twin gateways formed right in front of each limo leaving no time for the drivers to break or swerve out of the way. 

The drivers immediately hit the brakes but that did not prevent them from sliding through the portals in front of them. They slid and skidded through the sand and hit the early morning surf. The portals closed behind them leaving them trapped on one of Angel Falls' more remote beaches. 

"Ha two limos in the bag! You two might as well give it up. Ok, moving three blocks up!" He vanished with a last laugh to reappear on a building three blocks closer to his goals. 

"This city won't even know what happened when we get done!" 

Inertia looked down over the scene below her.  One of Angel Falls busiest intersections teamed with early morning commuters, cars, trucks, city busses.

All completely unaware of what was to come. Maybe not completely. It was Angel Falls after all, she mused, and it was completely possible some hero or heroine was down there in their secret ID on their way to work.

That would be interesting she thought. She was eager to test her skills and powers in battle against some of Angel Falls famous Meta-human protectors. 

See if one of these super strong bimbos could match the strength and versatility of her ability to control, alter, or spontaneously generate Kinetic and Inertial forces.

"For the moment" she muttered to herself. She returned her thoughts to those below and spotted what looked like an AFPD black and white with lights blazing having pulled over a 2011 Corvette.

With a smirk she reached out and the police car was surrounded by a black corona, red near the fringe, and then rose into the air, drawing shouts from the officer and several pedestrians nearby. 

With a contemptuous flick of her powers she sent the police car sailing in an arc that would end in the waters of the bay. Below the police officer looked around and up while chattering into his radio.

"Let him call it in" she thought "for all the good it will do him" "And I have just bagged a cruiser. Do try to keep up boys!" she said with a musical laugh.

"Heading for next waypoint." She reported. Black and red energy coruscated around her as she rose into the air and took off like a shot moving towards the next area three blocks closer to her companions and their target.


Several dozen blocks away in the offices of Smooth Commute Inc., all hell was breaking loose. The traffic control computers reported three simultaneous disruptions and the main views switched onto the four foot monitors dominating the central wall.

The footage showed the last minute in time at double speed then again at normal speed and began to suggest changes to the traffic flow to handle the incident.

One of the supervisors cursed as he watched the mayhem and shook his head. He checked with several subordinates and made sure the auto warning system had notified AFPD and the AFFD as well as Titan Construction's damage control unit.

All the normal alerts had been sent and signaled received and he relaxed a bit to begin setting everything right again as he filed a preliminary report to be forwarded to the main office and the parent company, Universal Omnitech.


Lagrange landed lightly along the top of a billboard sign set on the roof eight stories above the street.  The rising sun reflected off his blue and green outfit and turned the golden metal on it to small suns to anyone who might have looked up.

Looking down he snorted as the other two racked up several more points than he had so far.

"Time to get serious about this game" He murmured to himself. He extended both hands together and then swept them down and apart. A ribbon of golden motes danced down to cover the two center lanes from intersection to intersection catching about forty cars stopped at the lights. He motioned again twisting both hands to face up as he clenched them into fists then raised his arms.

Below people screamed in shock fear and surprise as their morning commute was abruptly turned into a morning flight. All forty cars rose into the air hovering about twelve feet up. Lagrange twisted his wrists and a fresh wave of screams rang out as all of them neatly flipped upside down in unison causing chaos inside most of them.

"Now to really stir things up!" He laughed and twisted his hands again and all of the cars spun ninety degrees and lowered back down to crush down on the cars below settling almost gently as Lagrange smirked then sent a video feed to the others. 

"I claim eighty!" "No way punk you only used your powers on the upside down ones; you only get credit for those forty!" Transit immediately replied.  "He's right Lagrange, you only get forty, but" Inertia laughed "way to fucking go that's inspired!"

Lagrange laughed and pretended to breathe on his nails and buff them against his chest. "Thank you, thank you. Do try to keep up ladies!" He laughed as Transit predictably sputtered and rose into the air again to head to the next waypoint on his path.

Transit reappeared with a green flash on top of a twelve story parking garage standing on an escalade hood looking over the edge to the street below. Ignoring the alarm on it he looked around for good targets. "Eighty points my ass! He thinks he's winning this he's out of his mind. That prize is MINE!" He said to himself.

Transit glanced down and looked over the teeming mass of commuters below seeking any high profile targets.  He spotted a single police cruiser sitting in traffic and smiled. "Hmm time for something completely different!" 

He raised one hand and a circular gateway formed only three feet across. The edges seemed to shimmer like steam and dust caught in a green laser beam. Shot through with curling discharges of emerald electricity, it made his body armor gleam in reflection.

With an effort of will he sent it zipping through the air into traffic below. This was one of the most unusual uses of his power, and one of the hardest to control, but his "Razor Gates" as he called them, were one of the most useful in combat.

Normally they were much smaller, about the size of a saucer, but for this he needed to stretch it as wide as possible. Turning parallel to the asphalt, it zipped down the left side of the farthest lane about 4 inches off the ground. This path made sure it intersected numerous front and rear passenger side wheels. 

The tires instantly blew as they crossed the event horizon of the moving gateway. Sheared off clean at the molecular level it left a whole row of cars listing to one side.

With a sweeping flourish he sent it whipping through traffic in an over large Z pattern, making sure it caught three wheels on the AFPD cruiser

"Hah there we go! Chalk up, thirty-eight plus one donut wagon!"

Inertia landed gracefully atop a 10 story apartment building, one of a couple dozen that dotted the downtown area.

Offering premium access for even more premium rates, they were filled with minor names and middle managers. Citizens who had a little influence and money, but not enough to be upper crust called these apartments home. 

Across the street she could see one of the many parking garages that filled the city and allowed so many people to roam its streets and fill its offices without blocking the streets. 

She smiled as she looked below and then reached out with her powers. Four cars on the top level of the parking garage glowed with a red and black corona and rose into the air. A second later they zipped over the railings and down into traffic below.

  Like a small child she giggled and began to run them along the road, smashing them into other cars stopped below for the traffic lights.

  Her toys hit every car knocking them to the side, forwards, backwards, and even spinning several smaller ones around as she ruthlessly moved from one intersection to the next. 

"One, two, three", she counted with a laugh as she looked at the broken and crunched toys below. "Hmm let's see that's only thirty, Oh wait!" she smirked and dropped the now destroyed cars that had been her instruments of destruction. "Make that count thirty-four for me!"

Ancient History - Reavers
Part the First.

The roof of the Eisenhower Building in Angel Falls busy downtown section was deserted. At eight a.m. on a Friday morning no one was around to watch as three figured appeared. 

The sound of the wind and distant cars from the morning rush hour, twenty stories below, drifted up before a sort of static crackle sounded. 

There were three simultaneous flashes of emerald lightning, seemingly bursting from nowhere to swirl around invisible bodies that suddenly became visible.

Then two men and one woman stood on the roof, all dressed in the unusual garb of a superhero. Or in this case, villains.

The woman, Inertia, turned to face her companions, Lagrange and Transit. 

Each one wore a completely different outfit as befitted their powers and origins, but all had one thing in common; a belt with the Spartan Helm on it. 

It announced what the world would soon come to learn. That they were Spartans. Each was a powerful meta-human in their own right but they all obeyed and followed Twisted Savant. 

“Now you both know the rules of the game. Lagrange you go thirty blocks north and east and Transit you go thirty blocks south and east. On my signal we start and the first one to get to the AFPD Meta-human Event Secure Storage Site, with the most points, wins!”

Lagrange shook his head and smiled. “Still no points for meter maid cars?” 

Inertia shook her head and rolled her eyes. “NO it’s got to be a real donut-wagon not some overblown scooter!”

“OK so it’s, one point for cars, three points for limos, 7 points for police cruisers, ten points for SWAT or Fire trucks, and twelve points for police helicopters right?” transit asked as he ticked off each one on one hand.

“Correct. Don’t forget the real reason we are here and remember what Lord Savant said. NO fatalities.”

Both men smiled and nodded then turned as Transit gestured. Green lightning crackled on his hand as two “doorways” burst into existence. A thin band of lightning outlined each door, further delineating the holes in the air to other sections of the city. Transit was showing off again. One was shaped like a diamond set on its point while the other was a simple circle to step through.

“Ok we’re off give us a sec to make sure no supers are nearby yet and we can get this party started!” Transit said just before they both stepped through instantly crossing the distances involved. 

Inertia shook her head with a half smile. He was still young and a bit of an arrogant little prick but he was a good team player and his powers were impressive indeed. He had scored highest of all the other candidates except herself and LaGrange in the final trials earning him a spot in their little training triumvirate. 

During the last few months he had calmed down some and learned to follow orders, think fast, and adapt to all sorts of complex situations. He had to; Lord Savant demanded no less than the best each of them could give.

Lagrange had come a long way as well. Though his focus had been more on learning to fine tune the control of his powers and to use it instinctively and in multiple ways at the same time.

All of them had had that particular training, stretching their limits to make them handle more and more issues or items at the same time.
Lagrange had mastered six while Transit had mastered only five simultaneous uses of his abilities but he had developed perhaps the MOST uses for his abilities of all three of them so far. She had mastered the required eight.

All of them had been trained and tested together to serve as a team, going through literally one hundred scenarios and exercises before being loosed on Angel Falls for the mission today. Their objective was three fold, to cause as much panic and chaos as they could, gather certain materials from the AFPD MESS Site and, well she wasn’t sure of the third, that was for Transit alone.

She smiled with sadistic glee as she stepped to the edge of the roof. Her hands glowed with a red aura deepening to almost black around the edges as she tied into the QDC net. 

“Reavers, GO!”

Morty's Fate

"So, how is the patient today?" I ask simply. Not used to niceties in conversation and the whole idea of "bedside manner", so I simply parrot what I've heard in the media. I look over Morty's restraints and the brace to protect his badly broken right knee. I rebuilt that knee completely, preparing it for the next step. Morty looks… comfortable?… in his hanging position facing the floor. Attached to the steel framework by his wrists, ankles, and waist, Morty's movement is limited, protecting himself from harm. And readying him for the next phase of his growth.

Morty grunts. "My knee is killing me. My neck is tired from holding it up. And, oh yeah, I'm a captive prisoner being treated by a monster!" Morty's rant is noted.

"We will have to attend to your discomfort, but unfortunately, now is not the time." I cannot seem to act as compassionate. Every time I try, people do not respond as I would expect. Though, it is difficult to act compassionate when I cannot quite grasp the concept of compassion in the first place.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!" Morty sounds panicked.

"You will be better. Better than better. Better than an Olympic gold medalist. Believe me, this is something you want. I know you do not understand as of yet, but the pain and discomfort is part of the process and cannot be avoided entirely. If you are strong enough, then you will come through the other side as a great man capable of doing great things. Have you ever dreamt of that? Being better? Being the best?"

"We all have dreams, dude. But mine never included BEING TORMENTED!" Morty sounds angry. So much the better. Little does he realize that such forcefulness of personality is a trait that will either help him succeed in this transition, or result in a lack of will resulting in his death. His success is literally in his own hands, though he does not realize it, and probably cannot comprehend it even if he did.

"I can see why you say you are tormented. I am very sorry that some discomfort is necessary." I try to be sincere. I do want him to survive the procedure and to honestly be improved over who he is now. "Our next task is some basic gene therapy and bioengineered internal organs. While you will keep your dashing good looks, you will be more than Homo Sapiens. Homo Superior, to coin a phrase. There are great plans for you. Who you will become is a creature of such ability that you will leave anything you thought was necessary in your life, and hopefully embrace this new life for you."

I look at Morty and he appears to be ready to say something. I know what his next words will be before he speaks them. "No, Morty, you do not have a choice. When humans breed animals, can the animals object, refusing to give consent? Of course not. And such it is with you. Just know that if you survive, you will likely simply say 'thank you'."

I pause for a moment, checking the restraints. "Do you know much about history, Morty? The procedure you are about to undergo requires that I access the body cavity where all your organs will be improved. Also, I will need access to your spine and the connections of your nervous system.  So, what does such a modern medical enhancement have to do with history? Other than making history, of course. Have you ever heard of the term 'blood eagle'?" I can tell immediately that he has no idea.

"Well, Morty, the term refers to a form of execution where the victim's back is cleaved open along each side of the spine, and once freed, the lungs are pulled out through the opening making a pair of 'wings'. This gives the appearance of bloody 'wings' under the outstretched arms of the victim." Morty appears alarmed, so I comfort him. "Now, not to worry. You are not a victim and the intention here is not to kill you. Quite the contrary. I have the greatest hopes for you. An investment, as it were."

"Then, wh-, wh-, why am I stretched out on this rack?" Morty asks timidly. "You're not going to do that to me?"

"Well, I did mention there would be some discomfort. It is my intention to separate your ribs from the spine, which would have a similar effect as the victims, though this will be for improving you. Thus, the effort will be much more precise than random hacking away at your back with an axe, as in the execution technique mentioned. Your lungs, as well as other organs, may be removed and replaced with stronger, improved organs. Hence my reference to the Blood Eagle."

"Anesthesia then?" Morty asks hopefully.

"I'm sorry, no. The process is as much psychological as physical. We need to break you in order to make you better." I pull over a rack with surgical tools laid across it and grab a scalpel and a bone saw. "If it is of any consolation, the human mind can only sustain so much pain before the body simply is overcome and the mind passes out. The problem here is that I'll need you conscious a much as possible, so reviving you will be necessary at times."

Morty starts to pray. "Shall we begin then?" I ask as I start the first scalpel cut given sound by Morty's screams.

Morty's back faces the small rooms of the other test subjects I used for engineering the mind controlling parasite. One of them vomits and the others cover their eyes, looking to the back of their rooms. "Jerry," I call out. "You are going to clean that vomit up. And then you are going to clean up Morty's blood from this floor. Do you hear me in there!?"


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