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Post by Judge Arcane on Jul 8, 2004 20:10:20 GMT -5
Excellent prose everybody! I especially like Sgt's apparent ethical ambiguity. If I wasn't so busy playing CoH all the time I'd finish my bio... Can't wait to see more from everybody!
Chris
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Post by The Judge on Sept 27, 2004 13:59:03 GMT -5
Origin of my character, The Judge, taken from the City of Impact: Origins located at enjinc.com/impact/blog_a.php?&m=20030620I'm proud to say I'm a part of the whole City of Debug/City of Impact continum...anyhow, read on. ------------------ Mark Crocker walked into his home after a long day at the gym. He quickly turned on the TV just in time for the opening jingles of The People's Court. He threw his gym back onto the floor and sat down to watch. After the show ended, Mark went to the bathroom, made himself a hearty streak dinner, and sat back down in front of the TV, only a few minutes before Night Court started. When Night Court was over, Mark went to bed. When he woke up, he headed off to his local tech school for three hours before going to work for five. Then back to the gym for another five hours, and starting again. This was his daily routine. After graduating high school and turning down numerous basketball scholarships so he could attend Harvard Law School, Mark had a career already in mind. He wanted to be a judge. Ever since he first saw Night Court he was infatuated with the profession. The power over people. But that didn't work out. Harvard just wasn't his type of place. Mark was a powerful man, always working out, always at the top of his game, and the pressures of Harvard law just weren't for him. He wasn't a genius per-se. He couldn't grasp all the stupid law terms that they tried to force on him and all that stuff...but when it came to computers, he was the smartest man around. Which is pretty much the entire reason he could afford a house and to go to school while only working five hour days five days a week. He hacked into banks and ATMs with ease, transferring any money he needed to survive. Mark's life seemed to be headed towards a networking degree, when it all suddenly changed... Mark look around. It was 3 AM, he had his mask on, and no one was anywhere near. The ATM had just been restocked that night...he knew because he worked as a security guard for the bank. He set up his unit, plugged into the ATM, and went to work. Only seconds later, a stack of ten 20's popped out. A few more seconds, another stack of 20's. This went on for 15 minutes, before suddenly... Voice - "STOP THIEF!" Mark turned around to see local Debug superhero, Supreme Xtreme, coming at him full speed. Mark grabbed his stuff and quickly moved, sending SX crashing into the ATM machine. Mark - "Is THAT how you stop all criminals?" SX - "I don't think I've captured any yet." Mark - "I can see why. You need some time in the gym. You're so FLABBY. And grow your hair out. You look gay with that little pompadore." SX - "And who do you think you are telling me this, CRIMINAL!" Mark - "Well I WANTED to be a judge, but it didn't work out. Now I need to make ends meet, so I gotta do what I gotta do." SX - "Stealing money is no way to do it." Mark - "And what do you suggest?" SX - "Look at your size. You're strong and tall...and smart. You could be a hero, like me." Mark - "A hero..." SX - "Yes." Mark - "What about money?" SX - "I'm currently looking for another partner. I need four people to be considered a 'union.' But as soon as I get those four, then we'll be government funded." Mark - "How many do you have right now?" SX - "Three." Mark - "Good. I'm in." SX - "You're a criminal and you have to pay for your crimes." Mark - "And it doesn't look like YOU'RE gonna be able to stop me." SX - "Crime doesn't pay." Mark - "It pays for ME. Bye, jackass!" Mark kicked SX in the gut and quickly ran out of site. When he arrived at home, he quickly took off his mask and sat down to think. Mark - "Well...he didn't actually see my FACE. I know I'm more than capable to beat the hell out of someone like him. What I need is a reputation...and a gimmick." Mark sat around thinking when it finally hit him. He ran outside and into his shed, grabbing a croquet mallet and a sledgehammer. In his garage, he broke off the croquet mallet's handle and welded the lighter wooden mallet to the heavy, metal sledgehammer. Holding the weapon just under the sledge, he swung it around, handling it easily. It was his gavel. Mark fashioned a black robe out of an old sheet and pulled on his black workout tights and boots. Now it was time for him to get his reputation. Mark went out, searching the city streets for crimes. Finally, he found a purse snatcher. Man - "Gib me yur pruse!" Old Lady - "Get away from me, you pervert!" Man - "I'm no prevert! I am kool! U r smeley!" Mark - "STOP THIEF!" Mark swung the wooden end of his gavel at the purse snatcher, nailing him in the face and sending him to the floor. He picked up the purse and handed it to the old lady, who was smiling and staring at the long haired Mark. Mark picked up the purse snatched and hung him up on the wall thanks to a sign hook. Mark - "The police will be here soon, ma'am. Just let them know that...uhh...The JUDGE is on the job!" Old Lady - "Thank you, you kind young man." The Judge quickly ran out of sight, grabbed a pay phone, and called the police in. That was it. He had his reputation. Now it was time for him to join this 'union.' For the next few weeks, The Judge stopped many thiefs, robbers, and murders. In the span of a few days, the city became a much safer place and The Judge's name was synonymous with hero. He was suddenly Debug's savior. And just like he thought, Supreme Xtreme came looking for him eventually, during a battle with a half naked freak. Judge found him breaking into a RadioShack and quickly engaged the musclebound monster. After a few minutes of brawling hand to hand combat, The Judge pulled out his gavel and swung the wooden mallet at the man. The wood did nothing, and a quick spin landed the sledge into the man's face, sending him onto the floor, unconscious. Supreme Xtreme suddenly came from nowhere, clapping. Supreme Xtreme - "Hello The Judge. My name is Supreme Xtreme and this man who you've just battled is my good friend, The Manbeast. I'm sure you just LOVE doing all of this superhero stuff for free, but I have an offer for you. If you join us, you're guaranteed to be paid for your services." The Judge - "And what makes you think I'd WANT to join you?" Supreme Xtreme - "Because last time we talked you wanted to." The Judge - "How the hell did you remember me?!" Supreme Xtreme - "There's not many 7 foot people who want to be judges." The Judge - "Well...you may not be able to fight, but I guess you're kinda smart, huh?" Supreme Xtreme - "So are ya in or not?" The Judge - "Of course I am." The Judge holds out his hand and shakes SX's.#nosmileys
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Post by The Judge on Sept 27, 2004 13:59:39 GMT -5
Part 2: Stupid Character limit.... ------------------- ---------------------- 3 YEARS LATER Judge zoomed down the street on his way to Coleman Industries. The Judge - "Synn...robs two banks, disappears for a month, and then beaks into Coleman Industries. It doesn't make any sense." Judge skidded to a halt in front of the gate and got out of the car. The robe was just getting in his way, he didn't wear that anymore, but he still had a gavel, a newer, more feared gavel. The bigger end made of solid oak, connected to a bar of iron. On the other end of the iron bar, a smaller sledgehammer like head, also made of iron. This gavel had seen Judge through many a hard time with psychos like Frenzy. And now he was gonna get his first chance to use it on Synn. He walked through the gates and stared at the carnage. The guard shack and gate were destroyed. Trees were burning. And the front door of Coleman Industries was broken open. Suddenly, Judge went down to the ground after being hit by a 2x4 over the back. Judge stood back up right into the face of a 7' tall black man in black face paint, white streaks lining his eyes, holding a sledgehammer. The Judge - "Who the hell are you? I thought Fahr meant Synn." Man - "I...am the Ring Troll. And Synn is no longer of your concern. The time of judgement is coming, Mark. You've been holding this city by it's balls for far too long. And now your time is up." The Judge - "What in the hell is a Ring Troll?" Ring Troll - "The last thing you'll ever see." Troll swung the sledgehammer at Judge, knocking him onto the ground. Another swing down, but Judge rolled out of the way. The third swing Judge couldn't miss, and was nailed hard in the back. Judge managed to get in a kick, hitting Troll in the knee and sending him falling backwards. Judge crawled to his feet, holding in the pain, and took his gavel from it's back holster. He swung the metal end hard, cracking Ring Troll's skull wide open and spraying blood everywhere. Judge swung again, but Troll ducked and nailed Judge in the crotch, forcing Judge to fall onto his knees. A blow from the back of the sledgehammer into Judge's forehead sent him face first onto the ground. Ring Troll - "You've been removed from the bench. There's a new force in this city, Judge, and I'm taking over. Have fun in hell. Your three little friends'll be there soon. Ring Troll limped away, destroying Judge's car with his sledgehammer on his way, before immersing himself in the darkness. Fifteen minutes later, the police showed up to find Judge on the brink of death. An ambulance call later and the Judge was in critical condition in the hospital. Sethman showed up quickly, destroying any blood samples or tissue samples so no one could ever find out his real identity. And when Judge was fully operated on, Sethman quickly pulled him out of the hospital and back to the secret X-Rated headquarters. A few well placed documents and payoffs, and The Judge was considered dead by the public. Supreme Xtreme walked into the room where Judge was forced to stay in bed. The Judge - "I'm dead..." SX - "Dude...you're not dead, man." The Judge - "Everything's changing." SX - "Like what, dude?" The Judge - "Nothing. What am I gonna do now? I quit school...I quit work...and now I've got a broken back. I'm useless." SX - "Well...what else can you do? You've gotta have some other helpful skills, man." The Judge - "The only other thing I'm good at is computers." SX - "DUDE! We need a system, ya know. With you dead, the crooks are comin outta the cracks, man. If me, Sethman, and Manbeast are gonna take care of everything, we're gonna need your guidance, ya know? A network...a system. Something. You need to be able to keep us good." The Judge - "I guess I can do that." SX - "Well...ohhhh, man! Remember that weird mask you were wearing that night. Bustin into the ATM, man? Well...you can put that back on. You can be a BRAND NEW superhero! Recreate your identity! A superhero bound to a wheelchair. You can be some kind of crazy computer man. We'll call you AOL-Dude!" The Judge - "How about...The Mystical Hacker?" SX - "Whoa...that's deep, man. Deep." SX leaves the room in awe as Judge looks to the wall where his gavel and tights hang. Mystical Hacker - "I'm gonna miss you Judge." Hacker turned away from his old uniform and prepared for the rest of his life. ---------------------------- After training hard for the better part of 3 years, Judge finally managed to walk again. After investigating a call about mysterious glowing lights emanating from a cave on the outskirts of Debug City, Judge grabbed his gear and proceeded to the cave. Inside, he found what looked to be a hole in the wall, with images of people and cars running past. Judge went up to investigate, as he stuck his hand on the hole, he was sucked completely inside. He awoke to a city wholly unfamiliar to him. He got up and began walking towards a statue of a man holding the world in the air. Judge resolved that he would get back to his hometown sometime.
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Post by Judge Grim on Oct 17, 2004 18:35:28 GMT -5
;D ;D ;D ;DPOST MORE ORIGINS!!! ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Judge Iron Fury on Oct 18, 2004 8:24:51 GMT -5
heh, i wonder how missed Judge's origin. nice origin, even though i didnt see it until almost a month later.
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Post by Judge Pane on Feb 12, 2005 7:40:21 GMT -5
Freakshow Tanker - "I'm telling ya...you see the Law rolling down the street <ppiizzzt> you best roll the other way in a hurry!!!"
Freakshow slicer - "YEAH MAN!! They are rough bunch of heroes! I am so tired of being beetch slapped by them."
Freakshow Tanker - "Ain't we all....ain't we all...."
Cut....
Its been almost a year....
Judge Pane stands with his partner Judge Grim surveying the damage they just inflicted on this hapless group of council. Pane and Grim, along with Coyote Moon, Dr. Howlin' Mad, Arianna Night, Tiger Khan and a virtual gaggle of Law members have been laying down the LAW like nobodies business!! The streets are a safer place...Paragon City shines a wee bit brighter, things are good.
Having grown into an extremely powerful group of heroes, theirs names, as well as the name "The Law" is revered by Joe Q. Public and sends quakes of fear through the criminal scum that plagues P-city.
The teamwork shown by the heroes is uncanny, the precision with which they dispatch the opposition in without peer.
Some have gone on to better things, most have stayed. New heroes striving to gain membership within the Law have merely to ask for the chance. The Law turns no one away.
Each with their own powers and origins, The Law is made up of a diverse group, from Lady Ice Storm, an ice controller to Tiger Khan, a regen scrapper of the highest order, all different, all one!!
Grim and Pane look at all the heroes and are proud to have one and all in the Supergroup. There are other super-groups out there, but none as SUPER a group as the Law!!
A CALL TO ARMS HEROES OF THE LAW!!!
Dipense the villians.....DROP THE HAMMER......serve JUSTICE!!
Let evil beware....villianous acts will be brought to a grinding and very painful halt at the hands of The Law!!
So sayeth Judge Pane and Judge Grim....
'NUFF SAID!!!
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Post by Doc on May 19, 2005 21:20:52 GMT -5
Doc never liked speaking of his childhood. Except for his dad who he wasn't allowed to see much it was simply put, evil. The torment and abuse he suffered always kept him right on the edge of sanity. Till one day a neighbors dog (really the only friend he had) was hit by a car. He ran out and cradled the dog. For the first time in his life he cried. As he sat there cying suddenly a green glow came over the dog and it jumped up and started licking his face. Then another first happened, he had hope. Keeping this secret to himself he helped who he could for years without anyone catching on.
Then when he was 14 he was told his dad had died. If only he was allowed to see him he could have helped. He had enough and used his new powers to intimidate his family to leave him alone. With this new freedom he knew he had to escape. So he became all state in 3 sports while getting a 4.0 ave. in school.
While he was getting his medical degree in the top universities in the world he met and fell in love with the woman of his dreams. Now in his 30's life was great, he was the most sought after doctor in the world. His healing abilities were considered superhuman.
Till he came home early one day and found his wife in bed with another man. He had gone over the edge. Rage over came him and bolts of energy started coming out of his hands not only killing his wife and her lover but destroying his entire house.
After a year in a mental facility he was aproached by people from Paragon City who told him about his powers. His mother had taken experimental drugs while preganent with him. So he wasn't really human, he was a mutant, and they wanted him to join them in fighting evil. It was either that or spend the rest of his life in a padded cell.
It was tough for Doc at first, jumping from SG to SG trying to find a home he never had. He did have one friend who was like a sister to him called Lady Ice Storm. It was very rare you saw one fighting without the other.
Till one day in Steel Canyon he recieved a tell from a Hero called Judge Pane. This debt shocked hero needed a healer and Doc never turned down a challenge (boy, what a challenge it was too). Pane told him about his SG the Law how they were the best. But after seeing the integrity of Judge Pane and meeting fellow Law members Judge Grim and Coyote Moon he knew he had found a place to call home.
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Post by Judge Pane on May 19, 2005 23:05:02 GMT -5
"DEBT SHOCKED"..?? First time I have been labeled that way Trace.
Good stuff, Tracy!! Glad to have you in the group!!
Home is where the heroes are....and we're right here in The Law!!
Pete
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Post by Doc on May 19, 2005 23:58:10 GMT -5
Just wanted to add a little humor to it my friend. ;D Wouldn't be in the Law without you dude.
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Post by Judge Pane on May 20, 2005 1:32:07 GMT -5
Just wanted to add a little humor to it my friend. ;D Wouldn't be in the Law without you dude. I thought HUMOR was Alexs' dept..?? Did I miss a memo..?? You bring it everytime Trace... Pete
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Post by Judge Pane on Jun 1, 2005 13:06:00 GMT -5
*~WANTED~*
More Hero Origins
Any length....
Inquire within!
Pete
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Post by BlazinInferno on Jun 21, 2005 7:38:29 GMT -5
Orphaned at the age of six, Kevin Adkins spent several years at a King's Row orphanage before being adopted by the old man. The old man spent several hours a day showing Kevin the experiments that he worked on in his lab. Most of the experiments revolved around fire retardants, accelerators and their effects on test animals.
Unbeknownest to Kevin, the old man was working on top secret items for Crey military development. After many failed attempts at merging a biological flame retardant in his test subject's DNA, most resulting in their deaths, the old man decided to end the experiments. Unfortunately, Countess Crey was not ready for them to end. A crack team of Crey enforcers stormed the old man's lab, and demanded he turn over his research. When the old man refused, Kevin was held hostage with a needle of the "failed" serum pointed at his neck. As the old man looked on in horror, Kevin was injected with the serum. Kevin fell in a heap on the floor, lifeless.
The head enforcer of the group advanced on the old man, disregarding the dead boy's body. As he did, the temperature of the room rose considerably. Just then something caught the enforcer's attention, a flicker coming from behind them. As he turned, his eyes grew wide - the boy he had murdered stood before him, consumed by white hot flames....
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When he awoke the following day, Kevin did not understand what had happened, but the fire had not hurt him. However, he could not control it either, as the flames shot out of his body and set the lab on fire. The last thing he recalled was the fire expanding out of his body in a burst. The room was now blackened with soot. The Crey were gone, only bare spots on the floor from where their bodies had been. In the corner was the old man, badly burned - he would not last the night.
Now on his own, Kevin Adkins is the Blazin' Inferno, and he has vowed to protect those who cannot protect themselves...
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Post by The Nth Degree on Jun 27, 2005 19:01:38 GMT -5
excuse the length and she sheer horrible writing. I haven't done any truly creative writing in a while -- He cradles his head in his hands, each wave of hatred mixing with the amplifications of abilities. He feels another wave coming on. Oh the insanity - no one will understand. Nobody ccan understand. He feels alone in more ways than one... He was but a kid when his migraines got too horrible for him to handle. He had refused to take medication; he bit his lip and worked through them. His parents worried about him, but he constantly pushed them aside with the utmost contempt. He didn't have time for them - he had school and his books to keep him occupied. But the pain was amplyfing, settling in his brain. He was the stereotypical loner at school. He was one of the few kids to actually do their work and to not screw around in class. Many kids teased him because he wasn't a part of the popular crowd, but he ignored them all. He didn't need anyone to tell him he wasn't popular - he knew it himself. It happened when he was thirteen. By this time, he had lost all thought of time. When he walked to school, he never asked himself what day of the week it was. It was either a Migraine day or a Normal day. Such was the former. He was walking to school, his textbooks lodged firmly in his arms. He blocked the pounding out of his skull and quietly began to murmur math equations to himself. It wasn't until someone stepped out in front of him and knocked him backwards that he even began to look upwards. It was a kid - Mack Moset - he had a problem with before - one of the self proclaimed "popular kids" - torn jeans, heavy metal band t-shirt, the entire works. Moset snarled down at him, his eyes full of malice. His own eyes filled with a cold dullness as the kid began to start on his rant about why he wasn't popular, and how he was a freakshow. He snapped. The pain in his head became unbearable. He screamed - he had no other alternitive. Moset in front of him dropped off midsentence, and looked at him in fear. His screams became louder; he curled his fists until his nails threatened to tear the flesh of his palms. And then suddenly, his mind cleared. He could virtually see his own mind in the middle of his head, but there was an unknown entity he could see...the mind of Moset. He stopped screaming. It was radiating fear. He grinned before mentally diving into Moset's mind and having a look around. Moset flung backwards, cracking his back on the pavement. He saw what he did, and immediately took himself out of Moset's mind, before running off. He felt renewed. He didn't have a migraine anymore. There was no more pain. He stormed home, forgoing school. He opened the door with his thoughts, and proceeded to find his parents. He began to ask them what was wrong with him, before he corrected himself. Nothing ever felt so right. Everything was finally alright in his world. They relayed the story - when he was born, he came into contact with an experimental drug at the hospital. It mutated his cells until he became able to manipulate people and objects with just a thought. They had hid it from him - there was a chance for the power to completely dissolve, as it were. He fell to his knees and had stared in disbelief. He was given a gift and his parents had wanted him to supress it? They wanted, in essence, to murder what could potentially have the power to be life saving to many people? That's when he ran out on them. He couldn't trust them, and he wanted to leave before he found himself experimenting on their own minds. Years passed, and he found himself succumbing to uncontrollable fits of hatred and violence, almost borderlining psychotic behaviour. His mind was becoming a weapon. He hated what he was doing, but it felt so good. He was caught at a crossroads. That's why he sits on the pavement of Galaxy City, the neighbourhood where he grew up, cradling his head in his hands, letting a few tears drop to the ground. Sure, he had helped people from petty thugs, but there were times when he descended into that category himself. Why? Why? There is a noise, a clattering, just ahead of him. He raises his head, his long hair dropping behind his ears. A man is in a screaming rage, barreling down on a family with two kids. He jumps into action, picking the pattern of the assailant out in his mind. He dives into it, lifting him into the air and dropping him backfirst on the ground. His cries are silenced as he looks up to find himself staring into the eyes of his capteur. He looks down, breathing heavily. He picks the fallen man up with his mind, looking him straight in the eye. He decides to ask him why, and the man responds with a shaky "because I have to". Reminds him of himself. The man admits that he's been violent since his childhood. It started with playground bullying, ended up with murdering and mugging. THe assailant then quivered as the mental man said something towards him. That's when he blacked out and began floating. He shares a look with the family, who only smile and bow their heads greatfully. He finally manages to let out a smile a rare thing for him to ever do. His name is Lon Mayreg, and he heard those words that he had uttered not so long ago echo in his head. From justice or vengenace, let me tell you one thing - I can promise you this will not silence your demons. If you can't control the violence - the violence controls you.For the future, he decides to take his own advice. He won't let the violence control him. Not anymore.
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Post by Judge Pane on Jun 27, 2005 19:53:30 GMT -5
Blaze...good work!!
Great STUFF Bethany!!
Very good stories!!
Glad your both in the group..
Pete
*yells* - NEXT..!!
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Post by Armless Dan on Jul 14, 2005 20:45:29 GMT -5
Ok, Ive been working on this (or not working on it, if you catch my drift) for a very long time, and its as close to done as I think it will ever get. Its not perfect, but what is? Enjoy: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I spend a lot of time in bars. There’s a quaint little place down in Steel Canyon that I like to go to called, The Dirty Duck.. If I’m feeling particularly rowdy, I like to go to The Warden’s Office in Brickstown. But for the most part, I just like to unwind and relax, with the people I fight every day to save. They’re good people, Paragon City folk. They work hard. They live their lives day to day, just like everyone else. Just like me. I like to get to know them. It tends to make it all worth while... My name is Jake Maxwell. I’m ArmorShrike. I still remember when Baumtown was hit by the Rikti. They rolled in and used it as their personal stomping ground. Buildings crumbled, streets and skyways faulted and then cracked. They shattered and splintered my hometown just for fun. Just to scare us. The last thing I remember was Ryan screaming at me to get down, as brilliant gleams of energy tore the city apart. I never liked it when people started calling the place where I grew up, “Boomtown.” During the original attack, both of my legs were broken, and I had some bad burns. I was put in the Cygnus Medical Center in Steel Canyon, but there were so many people hurt, the doctors could only do so much. I was deemed healthy enough to move, so they sent me to the Lagrange Medical Center in Skyway City. I spent most of the war there after that. There was so much commotion and so many rumors, I never knew what to believe. So I never knew just what was going on, until it was all over. I suppose pushing the Rikti back, and sealing our world from theirs was victory enough. But a lot of people died to close that portal. My half brother Ryan had been a super hero in this city for a few years before the war. He was the real Armor Shrike. He could make magenta beams of energy pulse from his hands and arms, and nothing could scratch him. He could smack a tank round out of the air, and walk out of the smoke with nothing on his mind accept how “That wasn’t very nice.” We have different fathers, so I assume that the mutant gene he carries came from his. I haven’t exactly caught any tank rounds lately without a sight stinging sensation. He was a true hero indeed, and a wonderful brother. I was there when he got started, and I used to run information and dig up dirt for him. Ryan was damn good and busting up warehouses, caves, and secret villain lairs, and raining justice on the bad guys inside; but somebody had to find out just where those bad guys were, and what exactly they were plotting. I give a lot of credit to my brother, but lets face it, the guy couldn't follow a neon lit trail. So of course without me around, he got into a lot of trouble. Omega Team was a secret group led by England’s best, Hero 1. They coordinated a strike with Alpha Team, led by Statesman, to end the Rikti war. Omega Team traveled through a portal to the Rikti home world and shut it off from our own. And my brother Ryan, went with them. They never came back. All I've got left of him, is a set of his old costume, scorched and burnt by Rikti plasma fire.
I started running my own hero work after the war, like most of the heroes in Paragon today. After all, there are only eight left from before. It seems like there's a villain group for every civilian left in Paragon. And I’m not going to let any of them stand, not as long as I’m still breathing. I don't really have any powers of my own. But hanging out in bars isn't something I've done just as a hero, so I know how to hold my own in a fight. And because of my work for the city with my brother, the techs at D.A.T.A. and the mystics at M.A.G.I. gave me a few gadgets and trinkets to help me stay alive. And then, there are always other heroes. I don’t have the amazing abilities my brother was given, but I have a few tricks of my own. The Armor Shrike doesn’t die with you, Ryan. All you worked and fought to save, I promise to protect with every fiber of my being. You set the stage, but your act is over. They have to deal with me now.
I raise my glass to you now Ryan, not to whatever these kind folks happen to be toasting for. And as I clink my drink with the glasses of strangers, it all still seems worth fighting for. Ryan, this ones for you... Cheers. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Feedback?
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