Mutants & Masterminds: Generation Legacy Issue#1

Mudaba Adin, Gifted Elite Institute

1100 hours, Local time, June 18th, 2014, the lush garden, where the student body has been gathered...

The whole of the student body had been gathered, which was not much in the large scheme of things, but an impressive sight nonetheless. It was the first week of instruction, for the Institute's second year, and the class size had more then doubled from the previous year. The staff stood behind Dr. Hudabo, as he continued his speech about the coming year, and the high expectations he had for the incoming class.

It was a sweltering day, in the African heat, and the sun hung high in the sky, despite the heat though, the breeze was a cool reminder of the changes wrought in the region. The institute stood in the midst of the grand city of Mudaba Adin, an international city of tomorrow.

Dr. Hudabo concluded his speech, “In short, this will be another year to test ourselves. It will not be easy for some, and I make no apologies for what may be one of the most intense training programs in the world, course the world you are about to enter, when you finish your training here, is a scary place for the elites. You will be thrust into positions of power, influence, and danger. Our job is to prepare you for that, prepare you for the world, and hopefully aid you in mastering your own abilities, but I will say, that for you first year students, you will have an experience like no other. I bid you all good day, class start on Monday, and since this is Thursday, and you will have a three-day break, to enjoy yourselves. Though keep in mind the standard curfew applies, which still holds at midnight for the weekends.”

Doctor Hudabo smiled, and dismissed his staff and the students leaving the students of the institute to mill about and perhaps get to know each other. This would prove to be an interesting time indeed.

California wasn't hot like this, Mark McNamara thought as he endured Hudabo's speech. The speech itself didn't bother him so much. Some of the other students surely needed it. Nor did he need a warning about the hard work ahead of him. Making up about six years of missed schooling made getting dressed and undressed at a few hundred miles an hour look easy; and he had buttons embedded into walls to show he knew how hard that was.

He knew he should have a better attitude. They told him that all the time and he tried, but six years with whatever he could get altering his consciousness of living in the streets made a guy cynical. He wanted out of that, wanted it more than anything, but that didn't make any of this easy. He had an acting career ahead of him, maybe. The counselors thought so. He wanted the money badly enough to endure anything, and that included detox and rehab.

But Mark hated school even the last time he was inside one. They'd been reading some book about a stupid pony when he ditched the nuns. If he had to read that thing again... Well now that he thought about it it wouldn't take more than a minute or two. He could bear that. Maybe even read it through twice to pass the test. Did he ever pass a test before? He didn't know.

Have to keep that in mind. Anything I have to read will only take me a minute or two at worst. Stay positive they said. Mark was positive he could really use a hit of- a swim, he corrected himself. He could use a swim. It was hot and a swim would feel nice. So would a shot of something, but that wouldn't get him the easy life living up in the hills. He got lucky when his powers made the needle scars disappear.

He could do this. He could do anything for money. Never having any made having lots sound real good. If he had to smile and wear tights and study to get it, he could do that. As it was he'd be pretty well cooked in a few more minutes like this. Maybe tights wouldn't block the breeze like jeans and a shirt did.

Out of habit, Mark looked around and sized up the student body. No obvious gang colors. He didn't expect any, but not finding them was still a relief. He brushed some brown hair off his ear and found a nice shady spot. He had to go across the garden to get there, but he guessed the doctors wouldn't like it too much if he broke someone's arm bumping into them at high speed, so he walked like normal, threading his way through the group, trying to remember if they said the pool was open all hours or not.

If it wasn't, he could always take a quick run to the ocean and- Mark forced himself to dismiss the thought. How far could ocean be? An hour both ways? No. He wasn't getting kicked out for running off to skinny dip in another time zone. Plus they had fish and stuff in the ocean. He only ever swam in pools.

Three lions... and a white rhino, an actual rhino! Thought Oliva to herself, she had spent most of Dr. Hudabo's speech, eighteen years of public schooling and in-home tutors back in England had rendered her superhumanly immune to headmasters. Hudabo might have been a Noble Prize winner, her last headmaster had been the Duke of Endinbrough (and rumor has it had been King Charles II's lover*). One headmaster was no more impressive than the other. She stared out over the vast savannah that surrounded the school. Once, this had been the second most hostile desert on the planet, now it was a terraformed garden. Lush with life, which Oliva had been studying with a kenn interest and strong sense of... anger, maybe?

Cor, fifteen separate formerly endangered species all practically within spiting distance. she thought, as Hudabo finished his speech and she returned her attentions to the here and near, And I'm not allowed to kill any of them...

"Maybe I can nip down tae Niger or the Congo..." she said to herself, as the students began to mill around she made it a point to duck behind one of the taller students to avoid catching Tommy's eye. The new money Spaniard just irked her, but too late it seemed he had spotted her... thinking quickly, she extended her hand towards the tall American.

"You must be Mr. Bowen," she said politely, her hand extended, "I am Oliva Cromwell, you are an American, am I correct?"



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* Toki: Hope you don't mind that I've killed off the Queen in my first post! Just trying to add that bit of 'futurism' that comics so love. Its an easy edit if you don't like it.

Tommy noticed Olivia, and sighed, seeing the girl, move to talk to another student, he decided to turn away and saw Mark sitting, alone by the tree and walked over, "Hola, amigo, uhh my name is Tommy, nice to meet you, Mark right? The name is Tommy, sorry to bother you, but I don't know anyone here, and well I guess, I thought I would try and meet people."

I don't mind Thain, nice touch, helps me out with world development.

In the back ground, Jun Mi calls for the students attention, "Alright you guys, I hope you are not all asleep from the speech," she joked, "but I was planning on going to the Valiant Shopping Center later today, and I will be taking the van, so if any of you wish to come, just let me know, shopping, food, and a chance to see Mudaba Adin, call it an informal tour!"

The students recieve a stipend of 400 dollars in the local currency, which is equivalent to the US dollar. This is for personal expenses, in additon to romm and board, and formal instruction.

GM Edit

Fixed the start date, June 18th, 2014, is the start date.

Thain said:

(and rumor has it had been King Charles II's lover*).

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[OOC: I mind no more than Tokiwong, but did you intend for him to be a necrophiliac? Charles II died in 1685.

[Post coming after class...]

Ryan was worried by the speech. He had never even thought of himself as an Elite, as one who could achieve power or fame. Surely he didn't deserve it; he wasn't Paragon or a future member of Justice Elite. He didn't even know what he wanted, other than his old, comfortable life back.

Small chance of that. He learned he possessed many supernatural powers, such as flight and the ability to make himself stronger, faster, and tougher. Such gifts weren't bad, were they?

But he was a freak. He radiated cosmic energy, and the light made it difficult to go to sleep at night, especially since he was never tired. He had learned to control his powers, of course, and hoped to master them.

Looking around, he realized everyone else here was also an Elite, someone with incredible abilities. What could they do? What would they think of him? What would ordinary people, baselines, think of him?

Still, the offer of going shopping was at least familiar, if the locale and the people were not. He would need to make some new friends; maybe he could try on this trip. Ryan approaches Jun Mi, and nervously stutters "Sure, I'd like to go. When are you leaving?"

James Miller, the young country lad from rural America and not at all use to the heat of Africa, perts up at the thought of going into town. Oh I bet they will have air-conditioning there...I wonder if I can get a steak or something? Real food hmmm he thinks. He raises his hand and says "Count me in Ms. Mi"

Billy Bowen concentrated on the headmaster speech nodding in agreement about the added responsiblity that comes with being an elite. Billy was dressed in his typical tennies, jeans and blue & white football jersy from his former high school, the Denver Knights. He wore number 28, with his last name of Bowen spelled out across the back of his broad shoulders. At the end of the speech Billy stands up to join the general milling of his fellow students.

Thain said:

"You must be Mr. Bowen," she said politely, her hand extended, "I am Oliva Cromwell, you are an American, am I correct?"

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Turning at the sound of his name the blond giant looks down on the muscular british girl.

"That's right, born and rasied in the Colorado Rockies." Billy responds brightly, he takes her offered hand and shakes it, perhaps a bit too hard. "It'll sure take some gettin' use to all this flat savanah 'round here. You sound like a Brit, I bet your missing the mountains too huh?"

John Stenson stands up after the headmaster’s speech and looks around. Not really knowing what to do next, he decides to walk around, looking just a bit worried or scared.

He thinks to himself, “All these people, all those voices.” He does his best to block out all the noise and commotion in his mind, to try to control his powers.

“Maybe I should go to the city with the others.” He smiles at the thought. “But what if the noise gets too loud…” His smile turns into a frown. “No, maybe I’ll just sit down and try to relax.”

He goes to sit under a tree, getting a break from the sun, and trying to block out the noises.