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  1. "I'm concerned about splitting up," Citizen admitted, though he didn't look entirely displeased at Sage's suggestion. "I can..." He blinked, then shook his head. "Actually, no, I can't call Star Squad, but it looks like the civilians are doing that," he said with a nod to the people nearby on their cellphones, the ones that weren't taking pictures, anyway. "Why don't we wait for them to get here, so we know for sure we're not leaving these jokers to run away or cause more trouble? We can put enough ice and paper around these guys that they'l get nowhere fast. In any event, Wraith, can you and Sage find the thing? If not, we might as well call the League right now."
  2. "That sucks, man," said Sharl, who understood Koshiro's feelings pretty well. Maybe it was easy enough for him to go home, if he didn't mind going through several different computer networks and waiting hours, but he was still far from home too, and worried about a family in their own way almost impossibly distant. "If you ever get like a weekend off for one of these hlidays, I can get you on a really fast plane Miss A owns, or something...I actually had an idea," he went on, "for something we could do sometime in the near future if you're interested. You know how the Next-Gen always uses their base under campus, and half the Irregulars hang out at that old hotel thing?" He spread his hands. "What if we got a headquarters for Young Freedom? A real headquarters, not just the common room downstairs. I've been using Miss A's files, and I've got a list of old headquarters in and around the area, and some even further, we can visit."
  3. Thanks for the reminder, SC: I'd forgotten to use the DC for Harrier's unarmed strikes rather than his melee weapon.
  4. Young Freedom and their new allies landed on a flat, grassy plain that up close seemed to shimmer with faint rainbow colors, the sky overhead a gentle sunless blue streaked with the glowing lines of the Silver Tree far overhead. They were on an island in the middle of that vast silver lake, shimmering chrome against the light of what looked it might be midday, the electric hum in the air suggesting that the sea around them was no ordinary ocean. The only structure on the island was a wide-mouthed cylinder of steel as big as a water tower, the sky overhead visible through the massive hole. As they got off their bikes, the locals arrived: a small group of Furions in the reds and white robes Trevor recognized as the color of healers among the Furions (white to reassure patients of the familiar embrace of home; red to cover up the blood that was a pretty basic part of most Furion medicine), who raced towards the group with great concern on their faces. The leader, a tall, red-haired man who was probably particularly small and scholarly-looking among his people, flexed the muscles in his massive arms as he studied Wander. "I am Coyshur, the healer. Come with us, Wander," he said, extending his hand. "And all of you. All the Terminus saw your battle, and the terrible source of your wounds. Madrigal has been defeated this day, and no more champions must be lost." The Overriders hung back a bit at this; evidently even the rough and rowdy bikers had respect for the healers among the Furions.
  5. Edge went ahead and did as suggested, teleporting the group not into the janitor's closet (which after all might have a squeaky door or be occupied by stuff, and thus a difficult place in which to operate from quietly at best), but rather into the adjoining alcove that connected the Allies of Freedom exhibit to the section devoted to the Liberty League proper. That put the group out of sight of the supervillains in the adjoining wing, and gave them time to make any final plans in the low red glow of the emergency lights by the exit door there before finally moving out. Mark was learning tactical strategems, or maybe he was just familiar with the internal layout of the place because he'd spent so much time there over the years. Man, the Jimmy Lucas lamp is just a mockup, but they'd still better not mess with it.
  6. "Oh, I didn't bring the manual," said Edge, "is that bad? Ah, I'm sure you can handle it," he said, confidently handing it over to his ally. After all he'd seen Joe handle, he was sure the patriotic powerhouse could handle a jetpack. "My, uh, mom says hello, everybody," he added to the others as he started the walk back towards the comforting shade of the porch: Mark tanned handsomely and readily, but it was just so darn hot. "and that she'd have been happy to come if she wasn't occupied with her date." His face clouded for a moment at that thought, then went on, "but that's just for today. The, uh, guy seems nice; it's actually one of the guys from the Andi collecting community."
  7. For his part, Sharl took charge of D-Gray, the teenager doing his best to try and reassure the 'man' who had somehow been translated into a computer program. Or was it really a man at all? Don't think about it like that, he chided himself. They must have found a way to scan the real D-Gray in there; you saw how real he was acting. He can't just be some machine. "OK, D-Gray, what I'm going to do," he said as he bent down over the stage equipment, "is transfer your program into my emitter." He tapped the little box on his shoulder. "That way, we'll be able to fly back to Miss Americana's laboratory and get everything that's, uh, going on with you sorted out. Trust me, you could not be in better hands than Miss Americana."
  8. "It was good," said Sharl a little diffidently. "I missed my parents, and my sister, and buildings that are tall enough. But it's weird going back to being somebody's kid; I kind of got out of the habit of that living out here." He stuck his hands in his jacket pockets and added, "I had to explain to some of my extended family why I'm 'wasting my potential in the plankton fleet' when I could be working for the good of the city, but I guess that's the life of a superhero." He smiled thinly, then added, "People are still talking about Citizen's alien friends, by the way. The new way of being cool is dressing up like one of the aliens. This girl down the hall from us has started wearing Kimber's hair, it's kind of weird." He occasionally tossed a ball to Lora as he talked, the holographic rubber ball 'bouncing' right in and out of the computer screen. "How about you?"
  9. "Sure, Koshiro, sure," said Sharl. "Here, girl, go fetch the stick!" He waved his hand and a stick snapped into existence in his hand, much to the barky interest of the now-very excited dog. "Go get it!" He threw the stick at his laptop, still safe on his desk in the room, and the dog dived after it without a second thought. "She'll be fine in there," he said with a wave of his hand, "I made a whole bunch of other stuff for her to do, like dog parks and things. I've got to say, I see why humans bond with those animals so easily. They're very affectionate. So, how's summer school?" he went on. "They letting you out of here any?" He knew Koshiro had his own ways of getting around, but you never knew who might be listening here!
  10. Lora looked up at Koshiro and woofed quietly before bending down to sniff his feet with a dog's curiosity. "Yeah, this is Lora. Remember I was talking about her? I finally had Miss A put her together before I left." Sharl reached down and skritched behind the dog's ears, and up close Koshiro could see the holographic dog glowed faintly just like Sharl did. "She hasn't had a chance to run around in Tronik much, so I thought I'd test her program in Freedom City. So far, so good." He grinned. "Whaddya think? She can do anything a real dog can, and she won't defecate on your lawn. Well, not your lawn, anyway."
  11. he thought to the others through the link, remembering stories he'd heard about the Silver Tree from his father. Midnight's 'driver' didn't hesitate; he glanced back once, caught sight of Erin, and the Overrider and his cargo dived towards the planet below, followed quickly by his fellows. Up close the Silver Tree was a massive work of incredible beauty (at least for humanoids), a tremendous work of natural engineering bigger than anything anywhere near Earth-Prime, looming tremendously large as they zoomed into its silent, warm embrace, for a moment suffused by the warm glow from the country-sized limbs that warmly protected the entire planet. Down below on the planet's surface, set in a jewel-like continent of deep azure forests and rolling purple hills, in the shadow of magnificent diamond-tipped mountains, they could just make out something like a big glowing lake, big as Lake Superior perhaps, with a small island in the center. "Silver Tree or not, we'll stick around and make sure they take care of you," said Hard Mama with a glance back, pursing her lips. "I've seen what Nightmare Doom's spells can do. That's murder if it's not fixed." She gunned her engine and they seemed to fly just a little faster towards the surface. "Let's RIDE!"
  12. Okay: The police officer clearly looks like the head, but it doesn't match her precisely. She doesn't look surprised to see the head at all; more resigned and a little angry than anything else. She was definitely trying to stall you guys. The other officers, before everything went nuts, definitely saw the connection, but haven't had time to ask her. Something in the computer wants to get out? You guess? Not really in your guys' wheelhouse.
  13. All right, if you guys in the combat section are about to commence blasting, gimmie some initiative!
  14. July 2012 Freedom City was an especially alien place in the summertime, given that Citizen had come here from one of his too-few visits back home. The heat poured off the naked alien sky overhead in a hot, moist blanket of humidity, the bizarre scents of humanity en masse rising from above the streets as he wafted his way through the sky towards Claremont Academy. Citizen had been in contact with Miss Americana since his departure, of course, as well as sending emails to his friends, but this was the first time he'd been back on Claremont's campus since his departure at the end of the formal school year. It was also the first time he'd brought his friend. "Hey, come here, Lora!" called Sharl, snapping his fingers towards the sky and bringing forth his dog! Lora was a black and brown canine from the German Shepard breed, an alien creature who'd had to board with a programmed sitter at Miss A's placewhile he visited a city where such creatures would have been an alien menace. But here on the streets of Freedom City, Lora was just another dog. It had taken some work to bond with the creature, but she was a nice doggie. Gina had made her well. Lora jumped up and licked her young master's face for a moment, making him sputter and reset his glasses, before he affectionately scratched behind her ears and went to look for his friends, cyber-dog in tow. Lora's holographic paws skittered lightly as he headed up the steps into the dorm building that he and Koshiro had shared.
  15. If people agree, Edge will go ahead and teleport them all in.
  16. "Geez, if it's the Crime League, we can't take any chances," said Mark soberly. It wasn't that he feared the most notorious supervillains of Freedom City, just the opposite, but he certainly was aware of how powerful they were. "They could wreck the place in a minute, or be setting an ambush for heroes. Yeah, let's do it the smart way," he said with a nod to Wander and Midnight: it wasn't that Joe wasn't the smart way, but the plan had originally come from his old friends. "You want me to 'port you guys in somewhere quiet, like the cafeteria or one of the janitor's closets in the Allies wing, or do you want to go in covert the whole way?"
  17. OK, Harrier goes ahead and attacks the nearest drone. 20 If that hits, that's a DC 32 Tou save for that drone. If it misses, he'll spend an HP to reroll. His defense is currently at +7 (so his TN to hit is 17)
  18. "I didn't bring the manual," said Mark as he handed the jetpack over to Joe, "but you're basically bulletproof so it should be fine, right? Just try and use it somewhere far away from anything, so you don't crash into houses or into people if you have an accident. That's no way to spend the holiday!" He cracked open an ice-cold canned lemonade, so cold the condensation was still on it, and admired Trevor's impressive barbecue gear. "That is totally an awesome grillset, Trevor," he said with real respect, "You could feed half the neighborhood on that thing! Oh man, is that a Wagner?" He said, bending down to admire one of the base grill units. If Mark knew anything, it was summertime gear. "That is sweet." He pulled on a Freedom City Rocks baseball cap against the heat and stretched. "Man, it's hot," he said, shielding his eyes as he looked up at the sun. "Are we sure there's not a giant magnifying glass up there, trying to melt the city?"
  19. As if summoned, the sky overhead rippled as if the heat waves were getting especially intense. A moment later, Mark Lucas descended on a pillar of white smoke and puff of noise, a big silvery pack on his back showing how he was staying in the air. He landed, pressed a button, and the jetpack shut itself off. "You guys. You guys, I have a jetpack." He grinned. "I got it on loan for the holiday, and tried to fly here, but I got bored so I just popped in instead and-" Smiling, he took off the pack and set it down, then swept up first Erin, then Joe in a hug. "Oh man, when was the last time we all got together like this, just for fun? It's totally awesome. Is Trevor doing the meat thing?" he asked Erin.
  20. Wander is starting to feel cold and slow again, though not as bad as before: she's also slowly beginning to discolor back towards the black and red cast that was on her when Nightmare Doom's spell was active.
  21. With the sad remains of the Midnight Cycle gathered up, Redbird as sorrowful as anyone else at the loss of her steed, the space bikers and their Young Freedom passengers sped off into the red skies of the Terminus at first supersonic, then superliminal speeds, the heroes catching a quick glimpse of the orbiting black sphere that must have been the control hub for the Hounds' broadcast before zipping away into the cold red dark of Terminus space. "Hard Mama and I have been talking," said Max, shooting a look back at his erstwhile lady friend before turning to address the heroes on the other bikes, the big man himself having taken a position behind his lady on the bike, "and we're going to take you back to the Silver Tree. The Furions have a gateway back to Earth-Prime." "We owe you a lifedebt," said Hard Mama, looking rather more subdued than before, albeit still flintily determined as she spoke to the heroes, not minding the idea of letting the Wyldride handle itself in the spaceways as they cruised through silent space, dimly-lit planets with no suns, and the drifting space debris of the Terminus. "All of you. Maybe you didn't see us as our best today, but you damn sure will the next time we meet," she said determinedly. "And we _will_ meet again." The Terminus was an eerie place, even at warp speed, the space around them devoid of stars and life, with only that eerie reddish glow coming from everywhere providing illumination. Of the planets they passed, most were dead or burning; the living planets in the Terminus, explained one of the Overriders, the balding woman carrying Changeling and Sage, Custos flying along in the bike's superluminal wake, weren't places free people generally wanted to visit. The exception was the Silver Tree, the shining home of the Furions, even though it was usually a place the Overriders preferred to (at best) visit rather than stay. As the heroes approached the Silver Tree, swooping past a massive humanoid head at least as large as the planet Earth, it was instantly clear how it had gotten the name: the blue-green jewel they approached was wrapped around in a nest of silvery tendrils like the branches of a pine tree, each large enough to reach across a continent, glowing with energy bright enough to chase away the forces of the Terminus but a comforting welcome to warriors of life like Young Freedom and their allies.
  22. For his part, Citizen was happy to accept the help. The electronic teenager was strong and fast, or at least stronger than a person, but there were certainly a lot of robot parts to gather up: none of the heroes had bothered to hold back except to avoid hurting civilians, which meant a lot of debris. "Hi, I'm Citizen." The teenager was clearly a machine, a trifle translucent on closer inspection, particularly now that he was using the same system as D-Gray. "I hate the Foundry," he commented to Voltage after their introduction, flying back and forth to gather up all the broken processors and servos scattered about. He piled them around the shut-down form of Chimera, the Foundry paragon looking almost peaceful in her unconsciousness as she lay supine on the stage. "Stupid evil robots. I could understand talking a big game if their technology was worth anything, but look at them; one good blast and they're out like a light. And _I_ have to hear about how sentient AIs are dangerous afterwards. Hey, D-Gray, you okay over there?"
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