Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Base closure
1:53 PM | Posted by
Warwriter Widow
“Goddamn fucking WINGS!”
The group of heroes turned at the outburst. There weren’t that many heroes left, which was the purpose of this meeting today.
Sonic Butterfly stomped into the room, his hobnailed boots crashing on the tile floor. He glared around at them, assessing the small group. Frozen Decibel, a white-haired, blue-skinned young man lounged on the leather couch. Powerhouse Jack sat next to him, his eyes burning with white Kheldian fire. The cyborg-ish man known as Red Psi-Ops sat in one chair, while a Suicidal Wombat stood off to the side of the bar. Butterfly nodded to Idaho.
“Well, we’re all here,” said Wombat.
“Sad, isn’t it?” said Idaho. The rest of the heroes nodded slowly.
Wombat started ticking off names. “Grim went off to the Isles, so I hear. Lady Providence headed back to Florida. Trip went back to her own time. Masonry’s dead. Frost is MIA.”
“There weren’t too many of us to begin with,” said Jack.
“So what’re we gonna do now? This base is too big for us to keep up.”
The heroes swiveled their heads to stare at Wombat. “You mean close the base?” uttered Jack.
“That is what I mean.”
“Disband?” commented Red, “After all we’ve been through?”
“After what who’s been through?” demanded Butterfly. “You’re new here. And all that frozen boy’s been doing is suckin’ up the security levels at AE.”
“Right,” he said, tipping an imaginary hat at Butterfly.
Wombat continued, “There are plenty other supergroups that would want our services.”
“Listen,” said Jack, standing up. “We’re not all at a high enough security level to strike out on our own. How about you keep the base open until we all reach that at least?”
“We can recruit new members,” said Idaho. “I see it done all the time.”
“And they sound like they’re begging,” Wombat snapped. “No, we’re not doing that. Okay, Jack, I can see your point. Red will be the last ‘graduate’ so to speak.”
Red asked, “What about Blade-something?”
“Who?” asked Wombat.
“Blade-something. Blade-link or…Bladeless.”
“Don’t know him. Anybody recruit him?” Everyone shrugged and shook their heads. “Maybe Trip let him in, who knows.”
Butterfly turned on his boots and made himself hover a foot off the ground. “Can I go now? I got a beer with my name on it at College Hill.”
“All right, then, we don’t close the base until everyone is at the top security level and can go off on their own.”
“You never know,” said Jack with a smile, “There might be more people coming in.”
The group of heroes turned at the outburst. There weren’t that many heroes left, which was the purpose of this meeting today.
Sonic Butterfly stomped into the room, his hobnailed boots crashing on the tile floor. He glared around at them, assessing the small group. Frozen Decibel, a white-haired, blue-skinned young man lounged on the leather couch. Powerhouse Jack sat next to him, his eyes burning with white Kheldian fire. The cyborg-ish man known as Red Psi-Ops sat in one chair, while a Suicidal Wombat stood off to the side of the bar. Butterfly nodded to Idaho.
“Well, we’re all here,” said Wombat.
“Sad, isn’t it?” said Idaho. The rest of the heroes nodded slowly.
Wombat started ticking off names. “Grim went off to the Isles, so I hear. Lady Providence headed back to Florida. Trip went back to her own time. Masonry’s dead. Frost is MIA.”
“There weren’t too many of us to begin with,” said Jack.
“So what’re we gonna do now? This base is too big for us to keep up.”
The heroes swiveled their heads to stare at Wombat. “You mean close the base?” uttered Jack.
“That is what I mean.”
“Disband?” commented Red, “After all we’ve been through?”
“After what who’s been through?” demanded Butterfly. “You’re new here. And all that frozen boy’s been doing is suckin’ up the security levels at AE.”
“Right,” he said, tipping an imaginary hat at Butterfly.
Wombat continued, “There are plenty other supergroups that would want our services.”
“Listen,” said Jack, standing up. “We’re not all at a high enough security level to strike out on our own. How about you keep the base open until we all reach that at least?”
“We can recruit new members,” said Idaho. “I see it done all the time.”
“And they sound like they’re begging,” Wombat snapped. “No, we’re not doing that. Okay, Jack, I can see your point. Red will be the last ‘graduate’ so to speak.”
Red asked, “What about Blade-something?”
“Who?” asked Wombat.
“Blade-something. Blade-link or…Bladeless.”
“Don’t know him. Anybody recruit him?” Everyone shrugged and shook their heads. “Maybe Trip let him in, who knows.”
Butterfly turned on his boots and made himself hover a foot off the ground. “Can I go now? I got a beer with my name on it at College Hill.”
“All right, then, we don’t close the base until everyone is at the top security level and can go off on their own.”
“You never know,” said Jack with a smile, “There might be more people coming in.”
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