[STILL October 28, 2007 - between St. George KS and Green Valley KS] Richard drove in silence. Well, as much silence as one could have in a mid 70s Camaro with engine problems. But there was no music, because his attempts at repairing the electrical system had blown out the speakers, and he'd left his iSpoon in the charging dock at home. There was no conversation because he was alone, having left Kat back at Dr. Hans Zwarghoff's humble (and cluttered) abode. And even the narrator was staying as silent as possible while recapping. As he pulled onto US24 heading west into Manhattan, he thought about what he should do next. Oh, there was no doubt that he'd pick up his swords and costume and get ready for some sort of adventure. That was a foregone conclusion. He missed the net.hero-and/or-superguy lifestyle even more than he missed Paul, and the prospect of both coming back to "life" in one fell swoop made him practically tremble with anticipation. Unlike Anna or Paul, his original's memories had all been present in the nanomachines that had built the four Exarchs, and as a result he had first-hand recollections of the life left behind, just as Kat did. But where Kat was old and jaded, Richard hadn't tired of being a hero just yet, and he'd be damned if he let a chance to go back to it slip through his fingers. But what about backup? While there was no confirmation yet, there was every indication that he was looking at an inter-altiversal invasion at best, and possibly some sort of reality-destroying plot device at worst. And while a lot of 000SUPERGUY reminded him of "home", it lacked one very important thing that the Looniverse had. There was nothing like the Legion of Net.Heroes. No overarching humongous team he could call this in to, and be sure *someone* would be able to back them up. Even if it was just Time-Waster Lad or California Kid. The word would get out with just a single call to whoever was at the reception desk that shift. Oh, there was Superguy himself, who often acted as a deus ex backstop, but you really didn't contact him...you just hoped he knew about your situation and wasn't prioritizing something else above you. At one time, as far as he could tell from his time spent on the superguy fan websites, the Adjusted League Unimpeachable had filled a similar role to the LNH. It had never been as big as the LNH, of course, but it was just as easy to get ahold of, and usually had someone available to at least route calls to an available superguy. But the ALU had broken up years before he'd arrived, and these days the remnants seemed to be too busy dealing with the Bosto.net...no, just Boston...problem to spare any attention to the outside world. Calforce had been another big team, also apparently inactive. The West Coast Defenders might've been worth contacting, but they seemed to be having powerdown issues of their own, or something. Hero Patrol...he'd heard some tantalizing things about them on the fanboards, but as far as he knew they'd been defunct for about seven years. Taskforce Aurora certainly seemed equipped to deal with invasions, though, even if they were Canadian or something like that. He made a mental note to try to find their contact information and shoot the Taskforce a message before heading off into another Altiverse. Richard continued to run through the list as he pulled up to the stoplight in Green Valley. Team M.E.C.H.A. was still trapped in that Continuity Black Hole, so he couldn't even bring up on-screen whether they were on speaking terms anymore. [The squirrels have special technology that lets them skirt the event horizon, as seen last episode - Ed.] Mason's Mazin' Mob was mostly retired and even unmasked, although they at least were probably already getting filled in on the situation, presuming that it was a Coincidence and not just a small-c coincidence that Anna was dreaming about an alien world. The Mighty Muddy Power Grangers...who the heck (sm) knew? Anna might have stayed in contact, though, and it'd be a good idea to try to get ahold of them if there was no Paleoculture in Paul's effects. Not that he looked forward to searching through the Grangers' effects for leftover stinky cheese. And then there was I'm With The Government, the shadowy agency that had absolutely no ties to the Mega-Intelligence Bureau, honest. No, really. We swear. Anyway, Agent Brubaker had kept in occasional contact even after the Exarchs had retired in the wake of the Erlang affair, but he should probably be told about this. Unless I'm With The Government was affiliated with They. That would kinda suck. Richard sighed as he waited for the left turn signal at Fort Riley Boulevard, across from the Manhattan Town Center mall. It had been a long morning. [No kidding. This is the fifth issue to take place on October 28 - Ed.] And it looked like it was going to get even longer before it was done. __--__--__--__--__--__--__-- \\NEW// --__--__--__--__--__--__--__ .|,Coherent Comics Presents \\ // #6 - Storage (Blood)shed --X------------------------- E }X{ ARCHS copyright 2007 by the '|` A Superguy/LNH Tale // \\ Dvandroid (Dave Van Domelen) --__--__--__--__--__--__--__ // \\ __--__--__--__--__--__--__-- [Between Manhattan KS and Ogden KS] "I always wondered why a storage place in Kansas would be called Aztec," Anna mused as she and Richard walked up to the gate. It was locked, of course, but Richard had stopped by his apartment for the keys to the gate and to his storage unit. "Probably due to the migrant laborer population," Richard shrugged. "You can even pick up the pirate Mexican radio stations a couple times a year as the broadcast trucks move to follow the workers. Anyway, all we need to do now is find this 'Paleoculture' before the bad guys send more goons through the inter-altiversal Cheeezballs and then figure out how to stop whatever Dire Fate awaits the world. The usual stuff," he grinned, unlocking the gate. Then he cast an eye back to the parking lot, where Anna's metallic orange Caliber sat next to his beat-up red Camaro. Two other vehicles sat in the lot, one of which seemed to have an occupant. "Busy for a Sunday morning. The goons may be here already...you armed?" Anna nodded. "I have my batons," she patted her coat. Collapsible metal rods that she tended to swing more like hammers than like bo sticks. "And I've got my swords, and some throwing irons," Richard copied the coat-patting move. "Paul's stuff is down at the end here...wait, do you hear that?" Over the sound of traffic on K-18 just south of the storage lot, they could make out a faint whirring sound...followed by a very large crashing sound as one of the nearby sheds had its door blown open by a bolt of cyan energy! "Get clear, everyone!" a young man shouted as he jumped out through the hole. He was followed by a hovering ovoid form, a hulking metal monstrosity with a pair of gorilla-like arms that terminated in glowing energy cannons. A single eye was mounted front and center on the egg. "Likmi HAG!" Richard shouted. Anna blinked. "ExCUSE me?" "Heavy Assault Gear. H-A-G," Richard replied. "Oh," Anna nodded. "I see someone watches the news," the young man smirked. "Now get out of here, this is no place for civilians." He followed this by jumping over a bolt from one of the two cannon arms. "Good thing we're not civilians," Richard smiled, pulling a domino mask from his pocket and sliding it into place over his eyes. Then Skysabre drew both swords and lept into the fray. "Anna!" he shouted as he arced gracefully through the air, "Your batons won't cut it against this thing, there's a blaster in the glove compartment of my car!" "Less talk, more fight," the young man grunted, kicking at the HAG's left arm so that its shot went wide and merely pierced the sky. "Why is there a blaster in your glove compartment?" Anna asked as she sprinted past, nimbly avoiding the Likmi war machine's windmilling arms. "I took it off the naugahyde goon this morning," Skysabre explained, driving one sword into an elbow joint and being rewarded with some sparks. "And you didn't think to bring it with you now?" she replied, almost out of sight. "Hey, I'm out of practice," Richard shrugged, then ducked under another cyan bolt. He considered the HAG. "Shouldn't these blasts be more of a deep blue, even violet?" "And shouldn't you be retired?" the man asked, delivering a kick that sent the ovoid spinning out of control for a moment. "But yeah, this one's damaged, so it's 'merely' blue. The smugglers salvaged it from a battle last month and sneaked it out of Boston. I'd heard about the ring and figured I'd check it out on my way through the area. Nice combat banter skills, by the way. My name's Rip Davis." "Thanks," Skysabre tossed one of his swords into the air to free a hand, then smoothly threw a smaller blade down the mouth of the left arm blaster just as it was cycling up to fire. He caught his sword just as the blaster fired, its own energy reflecting back inside and causing it to detonate in a plume of fire and smoke. "I grew up in a net.hero...ah, superguy family, my uncles taught me combat banter as soon as I could talk." Rip applied a modified pankration hold to immobilize the HAG's right arm. "Not really my style, but it's a useful skill if you need to fill in a new ally on the fly during a running fight. I'm guessing from the way this fight's going that you didn't get your powers back?" "Nope," Skysabre admitted as he jabbed both blades into the HAG's eye, to no useful effect. "Never lost them entirely, but I don't have much left. Been training pretty hard to make up the difference, but there just didn't seem to be much superguying to go around lately." "Oh, you'd be surprised what you can dig up if you're willing to hit the road," Rip pointed out, leaping free of the HAG just before the surface became electrified. "Damn, he found the control for that. Guess we couldn't count on the smuggler being totally incompetent forever." "I've got the blaster!" Anna shouted as she ran back towards the fight. "Where should I shoot it?" "Center of the back..." Rip started to say, at which point it spun to face Anna. "The eye!" Holding the blaster in a practiced two-handed target-shooting stance, Anna fired off three quick bursts, two of which struck dead on, shattering the main optic. The electrical aura shut down and the HAG started to wobble, but not quite fall down. "The center of the back thing real, or just fake-out?" Skysabre asked. "Oh, it's real," Rip assured him. "But it worked fine as a fake-out too." "Right," Skysabre nodded, plunging both blades into a seam at the center of the back. With a hiss and a small gout of steam, a panel on the back flipped open, revealing a human crammed into a control cockpit clearly not designed for him. Rip reached in with lightning speed and hauled the smuggler out, an action which was immediately followed by the HAG powering down and thudding to the ground. * * * * "I'll pass the word on about these Cheeezballs," Rip nodded. "Although I'm not exactly on good terms with the Rogers Foundation these days. [See The League #2 - Ed.] And thanks for the help with this guy. It's a bit higher profile than I usually touch, but I kinda thought he was more of a glorified scrap dealer." Skysabre nodded. "Isn't it always the way? No matter how minor league your sources tell you they are, they always seem to have a functional doohickey somewhere so they can give you a hard time. If you want to keep this mum, I can..." Rip shook his head. "Don't worry about it. My people and I prefer to stay low on the radar, but it's not like we're on the run from the law or anything. And my brother got some good shots of the fight, it's be a shame not to show those around. But are you guys back in business, or was this just a chance team-up?" "Both, it looks like," Anna shrugged. She'd hidden the blaster before the police had shown up, and pulled out a mask of her own, just in case. "The Exarchs are back in the game for at least the duration of this Cheeezball situation...we need to find Oakthorn if nothing else. Assuming he's still alive, and if not...we avenge him. But I don't think the Likmi have anything to do with our problems, this was just a Coincidence." "Yeah, those are bound to start cropping up again, aren't they?" Rip frowned. "I guess things were quiet long enough, couldn't last." "Face it, some of us are born to live in interesting times," Skysabre smiled. "Quiet just means an opportunity to train for the next outbreak of insanity." Rip shrugged. "I suppose. If I wanted a really quiet life, I wouldn't be doing the Michael Knight thing. Anyway, I need to go talk to the nice police officers so I can be sure this bust is clean. Good luck with your Cheeez thing." Anna and Skysabre waved and turned to head for their original destination, a storage shed at the end of the row. Fortunately, none of the stray blasts from the fight had hit it. Anna removed her mask. "Oh, take that thing off now, no one can see us anymore." "I happen to like wearing it," Skysabre smirked. "Besides, I'd have to hide the swords too, and that's more of a hassle than I want to deal with. Ah, here we are," he unlocked the access doorway and opened it, turning on the light as he stepped inside. The shed was somewhat underfilled. Paul hadn't really accumulated much in the year or so of life he'd had in 000SUPERGUY, and much of that had been "destroyed" in New Call Hall. Skysabre's own extraneous gear didn't amount to a whole lot either, although he did tend to keep a few things here that his landlord wouldn't approve of (not that the landlord approved of the swords he did keep at home, but there was a certain amount of looking-the- other-way that could be counted on). "Some boxes of files escaped They, I see," Anna picked one up and brushed the dust off. Then she noticed something underneath that box. "Aglets? Why did Paul have a box full of aglets?" "What are aglets?" Skysabre asked. "They're the little plastic or metal things on the ends of shoelaces. Not that you'd know, you always wear zip-up boots or velcro. But their true purpose is sinister," Anna explained, setting the box of files down. "I can't believe Paul would even have been thinking of dabbling in aglets." Skysabre pulled out a small blade and reached over to slit open the tape sealing the box. It popped open, and a pungent smell wafted from it. "He wasn't...it was meant to be a clue. I think we found the Paleoculture." DID THEY FIND THE PALEOCULTURE? WILL THE CALENDAR FINALLY MOVE FORWARD? WOULD THIS EPISODE COUNT AS A CAMEO, A CROSSOVER OR A TEAM-UP? WHAT *IS* THE TRUE PURPOSE OF AGLETS? Answers to some of these, and some idea of how nasty cheese can get when left unrefrigerated for a year inside a cardboard box, on the next... SUPERGUY! ============================================================================ Author's Notes: I don't claim all the status stuff in the opening is accurate, it's meant to be Richard's view of things, reflecting someone who's intensely interested in the superguy community but no longer an active part of it. He probably gets a lot of his info from fan webpages, so you know the accuracy is going to be suspect. http://paragonwiki.com/wiki/images/3/3e/Rikti_HeavyAssaultSuit.jpg is the Rikti Heavy Assault Suit, on which the HAG is based. Thanks to Thandra for the City of Heroes info I used to help flesh it out. Rip "Not Memorex Anymore" Davis is the property of Eric A. Burns, used with permission. I finally took pictures of the giant concrete spork outside the H.H. King Chemistry Laboratory on campus at K-State: http://www.dvandom.com/images/sporkture.JPG (It might not be concrete, actually, it's under several layers of graffiti-obscuring paint at this point, I suppose it might be steel too.)