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<blockquote data-quote="Broccli_Head" data-source="post: 1028190" data-attributes="member: 105"><p><strong>Legion Extreme Issue#6: Blue Hawaii</strong></p><p></p><p>Anaka Ai Lee, a.k.a. Dragonfist flipped through the channels of the television as he munched down his third bowl of Wheaties. He paused as he saw a familiar “face” pop on the screen on SNN, the Superhuman News Network. </p><p></p><p><strong><em>“That’s right, Cavalier. There’s a new power-armored hero in town. Well, not in Millennium City, but here in Boston. Next time you want to visit Beantown, know that you have a rival whose gonna lay the smackdown on you. Me, that’s right. Cosmic Knight! ”</em></strong></p><p></p><p>Anaka spit out some of his breakfast as he guffawed.</p><p></p><p>“Guys! You gotta come and check this out.”</p><p></p><p>Darkfire and Dr. Lu ran in while Jae Sun casually walked to get a view of the screen. </p><p></p><p>The report continued:</p><p></p><p><strong><em>“There you have it, folks! Cosmic Knight, Boston’s newest Superhero, and the most recent addition to Legion Extreme calls out MC’s very own Cavalier.”</em></strong></p><p></p><p>Gasps ensued.</p><p></p><p>“Who?” asked Jae Sun</p><p></p><p>“Since when?” questioned Dragonfist</p><p></p><p><em>The view on the screen switches back to Cosmic Knight holding up a can of soda.</em></p><p></p><p><strong><em>“And remember kids, drink Nar-cola. It’s refreshing!”</em></strong></p><p></p><p>Jae Sun frowned. Darkfire began to giggle finding the situation particularly funny. Dr. James Lu laughed raucously.</p><p></p><p>“Does Slipstream know about this?” asked the immortal.</p><p></p><p>They all shrugged their shoulders.</p><p></p><p>**</p><p></p><p><em>The Parker residence: Beacon Hill, Boston, MA</em></p><p></p><p>“Uhhh…Elisa. Like this is Brian. I was wondering, like if you wanted to fly out. I mean I’ll fly you out to Hawaii for the Sunset Cup.”</p><p></p><p><em>a pause</em></p><p></p><p>“Surfing. Like to see me compete.”</p><p></p><p>Brian Parker grimaced. </p><p></p><p>“Yes, Bobby can come. ‘Cept I ain’t payin’ for him.”</p><p></p><p>Elisa Perez spoke of Bobby Morrero aka Meteor Man. </p><p></p><p>“Well great. I’ll have my agent set things up and we’ll see ya in Honolulu!”</p><p></p><p><em>another pause</em></p><p></p><p>“Yeah. My grandma is coming also. OK, bye. I know.”</p><p></p><p>Brian Parker hung up the phone and exhaled. He was in love with Elisa Perez, Meteor Man’s girlfriend. However, she thought of him only as...as a great friend. </p><p></p><p>“Curse you, Meteor Man,” Brian said shaking his fist. </p><p></p><p>The long-time hero was definitely a rival. Brian believed that he had prevented Slipstream from admission into the California Patrol, and thus, forced him to move from California, humiliated. His envy clouded his memories and made him ungrateful. Brian Parker was soon shaking his head realizing that he had <em>really</em> moved to Boston to take care of his aging grandmother and that had he not left San Diego, he would have never met and become a part of Legion Extreme. </p><p></p><p>He sighed, fingering his latest gadget. Armando Montoya, Valor’s friend and sometime competitor had created custom-shaped radios for all of them to keep in contact. His looked like a Star Trek Federation Badge Communicator and worked just like on the Next Generation. </p><p></p><p>It had been a few weeks since the “Frostbite Affair”, and Boston was getting colder. To all in the great metro area, Legion Extreme were heroes and conversation pieces. This week, Congressman Mansfield was going to recognize them publicly for their service at a ceremony in Boston Common. Fortunately, since Hatcher Cryogenic’s experiment, nothing strange had happened. GRAB was silent and none of the baddies that had surfaced that night at MFA had come back up. It was too quiet, in Brian’s opinion, but hopefully, nothing would happen until the weekend since he would be in Hawaii at the World Surfing Federation’s Sunset Beach Cup competition. If he could perform well there, then it was on to Australia in the early 2003. As it stood now, he would have to run back and forth at least once after he arrived to make the Boston Common Ceremony (Wednesday) and then surf the first rounds on Thursday. One superspeed trip a week was enough for him. </p><p></p><p>His communicator beeped. </p><p></p><p>“Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted,” he said before picking it up. </p><p></p><p>“Yoh! Slipstream here.”</p><p></p><p>“Hello, Slipstream. Jae Sun, here. Could you please join me at Suffolk County? There’s been a breakout.”</p><p></p><p>Slipstream arrived seconds after he had hung up the phone. Deep inside, he met Jae Sun, as the immortal and Anaka stood in front of a burned out jail cell. </p><p></p><p>“Whoa! Anyone dead?” asked the speedy superhero. </p><p></p><p>“Fortunately, no. However, the Morbane escaped.”</p><p></p><p>“Who?”</p><p></p><p>Jae Sun rolled his eyes and sighed, “Oliver Nesmith, whom we discovered was a D.E.M.O.N. agent, possibly a leader which they call a Morbane.”</p><p></p><p>“How do you know so much about them, Jae Son?”</p><p></p><p>Slipstream narrowed his eyes seriously, but as Jae Sun, keeper of the Dragonlines stared back, Slipstream smiled and then laughed.</p><p></p><p>“Naw, bra, ya know I’m just kiddin’. Right?”</p><p></p><p>“Sometimes, Slipstream, I wonder whether you take anything seriously. The Morbane, although locked away was able to still cast spells. Apparently, he either created a fiery rift to escape or summoned <em>something</em> that did. We will need to keep a close eye on the city this week.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, without me, Jae Son. I’m goin’ to Hawaii.”</p><p></p><p>“What?” Jae Sun crossed his arms and scowled disapprovingly. </p><p></p><p>“Grandma and I are takin’ a little vacation. Some tasty waves. Surfin’ competition. All that good stuff. Oops!”</p><p></p><p>He smiled and tried to pretend that he hadn’t said that in front of Dragonfist. </p><p></p><p>“Anyway, see ya Wednesday for the hoopla.”</p><p></p><p>“When are you leaving?”</p><p></p><p>“Umm…mañana.”</p><p></p><p>“So you can patrol tonight.”</p><p></p><p>“Whatever. When I get back next week, man. I gotta get psyched and prepare, like mentally.”</p><p></p><p>And then Slipstream was off in a flash. </p><p></p><p>Jae Sun shook his head. Too many villains were still at large in Boston, and his most efficient ranger was going on vacation. </p><p></p><p>“Anaka, what am I to do with all these egos?”</p><p></p><p>With a sigh of frustration, he walked towards the exit. </p><p></p><p>**</p><p></p><p><em>Honolulu, Hawaii</em></p><p></p><p>Slipstream smelled something fishy. Several of his fellow competitors had been checked into the hospital, and their only link was that they had attended the same party, one of the many being thrown before Thursday’s events. </p><p></p><p><em>Why did it have to be so complicated?</em> Brian Parker mused to himself as he left the hospital. </p><p></p><p>This afternoon he had to be back in Boston for the ceremony and then the opening round tomorrow. Elisa would arrive. Now, a mystery had surfaced. His mates were sick and he suspected sabotage by the notorious drug-dealer “slick” Rick, a ne’er-do-well who hung around the surfing circuit. He had declined the invite to his party, but not being totally innocent of use in the not so recent past, he had decided to “live and let live.” He regretted his decision as he had visited Sean and Kevin. Both were hooked up to tubes, and had trouble breathing and suddenly had melanomas and no hair. The doctor had told him that they were suffering from severe radiation sickness. What was Rick up to?</p><p></p><p>He hid behind a palm tree and muttered, “Scooby-dobbie doo!” in his best imitation of the famous cartoon dog. </p><p></p><p>In a heartbeat, Slipstream was heading towards the resort were Rick was staying. It was time that pusher had a talking to, and if he didn’t want to talk, well Slipstream didn’t mind if he needed a little encouragement.</p><p></p><p>When he arrived, two of Rick’s hired thugs attempted to stall him. Slipstream spun between them in less than a blink of an eye and knocked them forcibly to the ground. </p><p></p><p>“Where’s your boss?” </p><p></p><p>Groggily they pointed towards one of the bedrooms of the suite. The superhero entered to find his quarry just waking up. The drug-dealer sat up </p><p></p><p>“Whoa! Slipstream. Ummm….lookin’ for some special candy?”</p><p></p><p>“Rick, I’m tired of your antics and I’m gonna ask you nice to leave town. I already called the cops and they’re on their way over. So you got some choices.”</p><p></p><p>“Awww, dude, why the bad vibes? I know you don’t smoke anymore, but man you used to be cool about and not be all preachy. Dude, have you gone boy scout on me? Man, it’s makin’ me itch.”</p><p></p><p>“That party! You hurt some of our friends.”</p><p></p><p>“Slip’, man, I’m innocent.”</p><p></p><p>“Then if not you and your drugs, who?”</p><p></p><p>“Can’t tell you, cuz…well, I don’t wanna get all beat up.”</p><p></p><p>Slipstream made a threatening move.</p><p></p><p>“Alright, alright….man this glowing creature came up out of the water and started messin’ with us. He wanted a cut of the action. His name was RADIUM of the Ultimates!”</p><p></p><p>Slipstream gave him a quizzical look as Rick raised his voice. Then he heard moaning from the other room. As he went to check it out, he saw Rick dash out the window from the corner of his eye. He was about to pursue, but the sight in the common room gave him pause. He saw a yellowish, green glowing man, possibly naked, but with no mouth or ears and nothing down there either. The worst of it was that the two thugs were vomiting violently and writhing on the floor. Slipstream began to feel sick as waves of radiation, emanating from the glowing figure hit him. </p><p></p><p>“Radium!” he gasped, firing a sonic blast as he retreated back towards the bedroom.</p><p></p><p>Radium followed and soon another villian popped his head in. Slipstream recognized him as one of his arch-rivals Slick, also of the Ultimates.</p><p></p><p>“Well, well, what have we got here? Welcome to our parlor, said the Ulitmates to their latest fly.”</p><p></p><p>Slipstream suddenly found himself stuck to the floor as if he had just stepped on super-strong fly-paper. </p><p></p><p>“Radium, blast him!”</p><p></p><p>The “man” made out of radiation projected sickly green energy at Slipstream causing intense pain and nausea to the speedster. His previous attack had hit, but the thing made of energy seemed to absorb it. He tried again, but with little result. </p><p></p><p>“C’mon you coward,” Slipstream called to Slick, “Can’t you finish me yourself?”</p><p></p><p>“Why’ever for, Slip’? I got Radium here to pump you with rads. No more kids for you,”</p><p></p><p>Slick laughed as Radium hit Slipstream with radiation again. It was becoming hard to see and think. Then it clicked.</p><p></p><p>“Got. To. Get. Out,” Slipstream muttered as he focused and vibrated his molecules to incredible speeds. He began to sink through the floor and the strange force that had held him fast. He made it to the basement and took a few seconds to recover, then sped back upstairs, only to see the glowing Radium, and Slick next to him, heading for the jungle. </p><p></p><p>Slipstream followed at a distance locating the cave where they were hiding. </p><p></p><p>“Can’t face them alone. Must get help. Will bring others.”</p><p></p><p>He shook his head getting the rest of the fuzziness out, and becaue he had just heard how stupid he sounded. It was almost time to leave for Boston anyway. He hoped that his grandmother was alright. He raced down to the shore, looked east and tested the water. </p><p></p><p>“Time to fly!”</p><p></p><p>Slipstream, taking a hyper-velocity start, streaked across the ocean, sending water high into the air and a wake felt for at least a kilometer. In record time he hit the California coast, and then continued onward as a blur across the United States.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Broccli_Head, post: 1028190, member: 105"] [b]Legion Extreme Issue#6: Blue Hawaii[/b] Anaka Ai Lee, a.k.a. Dragonfist flipped through the channels of the television as he munched down his third bowl of Wheaties. He paused as he saw a familiar “face” pop on the screen on SNN, the Superhuman News Network. [b][i]“That’s right, Cavalier. There’s a new power-armored hero in town. Well, not in Millennium City, but here in Boston. Next time you want to visit Beantown, know that you have a rival whose gonna lay the smackdown on you. Me, that’s right. Cosmic Knight! ”[/i][/b][i][/i] Anaka spit out some of his breakfast as he guffawed. “Guys! You gotta come and check this out.” Darkfire and Dr. Lu ran in while Jae Sun casually walked to get a view of the screen. The report continued: [b][i]“There you have it, folks! Cosmic Knight, Boston’s newest Superhero, and the most recent addition to Legion Extreme calls out MC’s very own Cavalier.”[/i][/b][i][/i] Gasps ensued. “Who?” asked Jae Sun “Since when?” questioned Dragonfist [I]The view on the screen switches back to Cosmic Knight holding up a can of soda.[/I] [b][i]“And remember kids, drink Nar-cola. It’s refreshing!”[/i][/b][i][/i] Jae Sun frowned. Darkfire began to giggle finding the situation particularly funny. Dr. James Lu laughed raucously. “Does Slipstream know about this?” asked the immortal. They all shrugged their shoulders. ** [I]The Parker residence: Beacon Hill, Boston, MA[/I] “Uhhh…Elisa. Like this is Brian. I was wondering, like if you wanted to fly out. I mean I’ll fly you out to Hawaii for the Sunset Cup.” [I]a pause[/I] “Surfing. Like to see me compete.” Brian Parker grimaced. “Yes, Bobby can come. ‘Cept I ain’t payin’ for him.” Elisa Perez spoke of Bobby Morrero aka Meteor Man. “Well great. I’ll have my agent set things up and we’ll see ya in Honolulu!” [I]another pause[/I] “Yeah. My grandma is coming also. OK, bye. I know.” Brian Parker hung up the phone and exhaled. He was in love with Elisa Perez, Meteor Man’s girlfriend. However, she thought of him only as...as a great friend. “Curse you, Meteor Man,” Brian said shaking his fist. The long-time hero was definitely a rival. Brian believed that he had prevented Slipstream from admission into the California Patrol, and thus, forced him to move from California, humiliated. His envy clouded his memories and made him ungrateful. Brian Parker was soon shaking his head realizing that he had [I]really[/I] moved to Boston to take care of his aging grandmother and that had he not left San Diego, he would have never met and become a part of Legion Extreme. He sighed, fingering his latest gadget. Armando Montoya, Valor’s friend and sometime competitor had created custom-shaped radios for all of them to keep in contact. His looked like a Star Trek Federation Badge Communicator and worked just like on the Next Generation. It had been a few weeks since the “Frostbite Affair”, and Boston was getting colder. To all in the great metro area, Legion Extreme were heroes and conversation pieces. This week, Congressman Mansfield was going to recognize them publicly for their service at a ceremony in Boston Common. Fortunately, since Hatcher Cryogenic’s experiment, nothing strange had happened. GRAB was silent and none of the baddies that had surfaced that night at MFA had come back up. It was too quiet, in Brian’s opinion, but hopefully, nothing would happen until the weekend since he would be in Hawaii at the World Surfing Federation’s Sunset Beach Cup competition. If he could perform well there, then it was on to Australia in the early 2003. As it stood now, he would have to run back and forth at least once after he arrived to make the Boston Common Ceremony (Wednesday) and then surf the first rounds on Thursday. One superspeed trip a week was enough for him. His communicator beeped. “Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted,” he said before picking it up. “Yoh! Slipstream here.” “Hello, Slipstream. Jae Sun, here. Could you please join me at Suffolk County? There’s been a breakout.” Slipstream arrived seconds after he had hung up the phone. Deep inside, he met Jae Sun, as the immortal and Anaka stood in front of a burned out jail cell. “Whoa! Anyone dead?” asked the speedy superhero. “Fortunately, no. However, the Morbane escaped.” “Who?” Jae Sun rolled his eyes and sighed, “Oliver Nesmith, whom we discovered was a D.E.M.O.N. agent, possibly a leader which they call a Morbane.” “How do you know so much about them, Jae Son?” Slipstream narrowed his eyes seriously, but as Jae Sun, keeper of the Dragonlines stared back, Slipstream smiled and then laughed. “Naw, bra, ya know I’m just kiddin’. Right?” “Sometimes, Slipstream, I wonder whether you take anything seriously. The Morbane, although locked away was able to still cast spells. Apparently, he either created a fiery rift to escape or summoned [i]something[/i] that did. We will need to keep a close eye on the city this week.” “Well, without me, Jae Son. I’m goin’ to Hawaii.” “What?” Jae Sun crossed his arms and scowled disapprovingly. “Grandma and I are takin’ a little vacation. Some tasty waves. Surfin’ competition. All that good stuff. Oops!” He smiled and tried to pretend that he hadn’t said that in front of Dragonfist. “Anyway, see ya Wednesday for the hoopla.” “When are you leaving?” “Umm…mañana.” “So you can patrol tonight.” “Whatever. When I get back next week, man. I gotta get psyched and prepare, like mentally.” And then Slipstream was off in a flash. Jae Sun shook his head. Too many villains were still at large in Boston, and his most efficient ranger was going on vacation. “Anaka, what am I to do with all these egos?” With a sigh of frustration, he walked towards the exit. ** [I]Honolulu, Hawaii[/I] Slipstream smelled something fishy. Several of his fellow competitors had been checked into the hospital, and their only link was that they had attended the same party, one of the many being thrown before Thursday’s events. [I]Why did it have to be so complicated?[/I] Brian Parker mused to himself as he left the hospital. This afternoon he had to be back in Boston for the ceremony and then the opening round tomorrow. Elisa would arrive. Now, a mystery had surfaced. His mates were sick and he suspected sabotage by the notorious drug-dealer “slick” Rick, a ne’er-do-well who hung around the surfing circuit. He had declined the invite to his party, but not being totally innocent of use in the not so recent past, he had decided to “live and let live.” He regretted his decision as he had visited Sean and Kevin. Both were hooked up to tubes, and had trouble breathing and suddenly had melanomas and no hair. The doctor had told him that they were suffering from severe radiation sickness. What was Rick up to? He hid behind a palm tree and muttered, “Scooby-dobbie doo!” in his best imitation of the famous cartoon dog. In a heartbeat, Slipstream was heading towards the resort were Rick was staying. It was time that pusher had a talking to, and if he didn’t want to talk, well Slipstream didn’t mind if he needed a little encouragement. When he arrived, two of Rick’s hired thugs attempted to stall him. Slipstream spun between them in less than a blink of an eye and knocked them forcibly to the ground. “Where’s your boss?” Groggily they pointed towards one of the bedrooms of the suite. The superhero entered to find his quarry just waking up. The drug-dealer sat up “Whoa! Slipstream. Ummm….lookin’ for some special candy?” “Rick, I’m tired of your antics and I’m gonna ask you nice to leave town. I already called the cops and they’re on their way over. So you got some choices.” “Awww, dude, why the bad vibes? I know you don’t smoke anymore, but man you used to be cool about and not be all preachy. Dude, have you gone boy scout on me? Man, it’s makin’ me itch.” “That party! You hurt some of our friends.” “Slip’, man, I’m innocent.” “Then if not you and your drugs, who?” “Can’t tell you, cuz…well, I don’t wanna get all beat up.” Slipstream made a threatening move. “Alright, alright….man this glowing creature came up out of the water and started messin’ with us. He wanted a cut of the action. His name was RADIUM of the Ultimates!” Slipstream gave him a quizzical look as Rick raised his voice. Then he heard moaning from the other room. As he went to check it out, he saw Rick dash out the window from the corner of his eye. He was about to pursue, but the sight in the common room gave him pause. He saw a yellowish, green glowing man, possibly naked, but with no mouth or ears and nothing down there either. The worst of it was that the two thugs were vomiting violently and writhing on the floor. Slipstream began to feel sick as waves of radiation, emanating from the glowing figure hit him. “Radium!” he gasped, firing a sonic blast as he retreated back towards the bedroom. Radium followed and soon another villian popped his head in. Slipstream recognized him as one of his arch-rivals Slick, also of the Ultimates. “Well, well, what have we got here? Welcome to our parlor, said the Ulitmates to their latest fly.” Slipstream suddenly found himself stuck to the floor as if he had just stepped on super-strong fly-paper. “Radium, blast him!” The “man” made out of radiation projected sickly green energy at Slipstream causing intense pain and nausea to the speedster. His previous attack had hit, but the thing made of energy seemed to absorb it. He tried again, but with little result. “C’mon you coward,” Slipstream called to Slick, “Can’t you finish me yourself?” “Why’ever for, Slip’? I got Radium here to pump you with rads. No more kids for you,” Slick laughed as Radium hit Slipstream with radiation again. It was becoming hard to see and think. Then it clicked. “Got. To. Get. Out,” Slipstream muttered as he focused and vibrated his molecules to incredible speeds. He began to sink through the floor and the strange force that had held him fast. He made it to the basement and took a few seconds to recover, then sped back upstairs, only to see the glowing Radium, and Slick next to him, heading for the jungle. Slipstream followed at a distance locating the cave where they were hiding. “Can’t face them alone. Must get help. Will bring others.” He shook his head getting the rest of the fuzziness out, and becaue he had just heard how stupid he sounded. It was almost time to leave for Boston anyway. He hoped that his grandmother was alright. He raced down to the shore, looked east and tested the water. “Time to fly!” Slipstream, taking a hyper-velocity start, streaked across the ocean, sending water high into the air and a wake felt for at least a kilometer. In record time he hit the California coast, and then continued onward as a blur across the United States. [/QUOTE]
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