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<blockquote data-quote="Dr Midnight" data-source="post: 2836877" data-attributes="member: 69"><p>After the evaluating tests were completed running on all of the New Legends, it was around 2:45 AM. Reed stood up from his computer seat and said “All done, JJ.” </p><p></p><p>Gridiron released his arms from the twin rotating pillars, which for the last ten minutes had been completely stretching him out, trying to find his tensile breaking point. He had only broken twice, at a pull of around eight hundred pounds. He rubbed his sore arms and felt quite pleased with himself. </p><p></p><p>Reed brushed his hands off and announced “I believe that’s it, everyone… it’s been fun, but we should really get you back to Silverage. We’ve got to get up at a semi-respectable hour tomorrow.”</p><p></p><p>Johnny looked up from the video game screen. “No we don’t… Huh?”</p><p></p><p>“Congress luncheon.”</p><p></p><p>“Ahh crap.” </p><p></p><p>“So. With one further to-do, we offer a gift to welcome you to the metahuman community.” He pressed a button on a console and the wall opened up, revealing four mannequins wearing the costumes of Pixie, Savant, Frenzy and Gridiron. </p><p></p><p>“Costumes made entirely of unstable molecules,” Reed explained. “Much like we in the Four wear. I noticed that yours look homemade… you’ll find that these will last longer.”</p><p></p><p>“Uh,” Hex said. “I don’t get one?”</p><p></p><p>“No, your costume is magical in nature.”</p><p></p><p>“What? How do you know that, I never mentioned-“</p><p></p><p>“I did a radiogenic scan on you. You don’t really look like that.” </p><p></p><p>“Okay, I guess you’ve got me.” Hex shrugged his skinny skeletal shoulders. </p><p></p><p>Reed went on. “And of course Constructor makes his costume wherever he goes, so that leaves the four of you. I upped the design quality, I hope you don’t mind.”</p><p></p><p>The four heroes looked at their new costumes in awe, then took them off to the restrooms to change into them. When they emerged, they looked fantastic. The suits were tailored exactly to size.</p><p></p><p>“One question,” Savant asked as he flexed his hand in the perfectly fitting glove. “We only put our costumes on for the first time tonight, a few hours ago. Until then, no one would have any idea that they would look like this. How did you assemble these costumes in that short an amount of time?”</p><p></p><p>“The answer involves quantum replicant theory.”</p><p></p><p>“Really? I thought that was all untested.”</p><p></p><p>“You’re familiar with the theory?”</p><p></p><p>“Oh, yes. I read about it last night. I don’t sleep anymore, you see. I’ve been doing a lot of reading, and at fifteen pages a minute I get a lot done. “</p><p></p><p>They got into the Fantasticar and headed back to Silverage from New York. By car it’s a three hour drive if conditions are optimal. With the Fantastic Four it’s a seven minute flight. </p><p></p><p>“Where do you want to be dropped off?” Reed asked. </p><p></p><p>“Back on Miller street would probably be f… wait! Down there, what’s happening?” Pixie pointed. Maybe three hundred feet below was the top of the Oscorp Technologies building, the tallest skyscraper in Silverage City. There were several men wearing black and carrying submachine guns through the access door on the roof. Four more stood behind, keeping guard. </p><p></p><p>Savant thought for a moment. “Looks like they were dropped off by a helicopter and waited until the shift change in security before moving in.”</p><p></p><p>“A break-in,” Hex said. “Coool. Looks like we’re going in… are you coming, Reed?”</p><p></p><p>Reed killed the Fantasticar’s lights (and most of its sounds as well) and hovered down to about a hundred feet over the skyscraper’s roof. “No, thanks,” he smiled politely. “It’s your city. You have to make a strong show of force. Go to it, and good luck.” </p><p></p><p>Constructor, Savant, Pixie, Hex, Frenzy and Gridiron jumped out. Savant flew headfirst downward, tucking into a tightly and perfectly executed roll just as he hit a diagonal slope made by a cooling vent. He rolled four times to a crouch, whipping his staff out as he did. He hit one of the thugs in the back of the knees and he went down, cracking his head. He was out. </p><p></p><p>At the same time, Frenzy landed solidly in front of a thug. His feet smashed into the roof, and his invulnerability saved him from the impact. Before the man could react to his attacker, his gun was bent upwards at the barrel and he was punched in the face. He went down immediately.</p><p></p><p>Hex floated down and reached into his top hat. He pulled out an immense, bright red boxing glove. It shot out on an extending contraption of crisscrossing slats and struck a thug in the face. The thug was knocked out from the blow before he hit the ground.</p><p></p><p>The one remaining thug alone had time to do anything. He fired on Savant with his submachine gun. </p><p></p><p>Savant did a quick double cartwheel, tucking and flipping as bullets ricocheted all around him. He landed and spun in a quick backhand circle. He threw his quarterstaff and it flew the length of the roof to strike the thug in the chest, disabling him with yet another single blow. </p><p></p><p>“Wow,” Pixie said. “You just dodged bullets.”</p><p></p><p>Savant shrugged. “All I really did was correctly estimate where his shots would wind up based on his angles and the gun’s rate of fire, adjusting for recoil and wind resistance. It’s all just simple probability, really.”</p><p></p><p>“The others went through this door,” Frenzy said, standing at the open door and looking in. “Stairs, leading down.” </p><p></p><p>“Let’s go,” Hex said, “but be careful. The others have heard gunfire, they know we’re here.”</p><p></p><p>Frenzy, the least likely to be hurt by bullets, went down first, with the others following close behind. He stopped and they flattened against the wall as gunfire tore up the stairs they almost walked down. “Big room, a lab,” Frenzy said. “Pillars and lab tables with those propane gas outlets on top. Four thugs hunched around behind them firing this way. An open safe vault door at the back of the room. Entire left wall is made of windows.”</p><p></p><p>“See, this is exactly what I was saying a few hours ago about strategy and teamwork,” Hex said. “Nice work, Herbie.”</p><p></p><p>“Thanks. What do we do?”</p><p></p><p>“Propane, eh?” Constructor asked. “I’ll draw their fire.”</p><p></p><p>Pixie groaned. “A pun. Ugh. Are you going to be one of those pun-quipping heroes?” </p><p></p><p>“You’re no fun.” Constructor lurched into the room, blasting an enerby beam from his hands as he did. He hit the desks and columns of fire burst from the melted propane spigots. The thugs started shouting and panicking, firing wildly. Bullets bounced off of Constructor’s hull. </p><p></p><p>Savant flipped into the room and hid behind a desk, waiting to make his move.</p><p></p><p>Pixie crawled up the wall, becoming a chameleon version of herself as she did. She sprouted a tail and slowly ambled along the ceiling with her tongue flicking out… then her skin mottled and turned the color of the ceiling panels, rendering her effectively invisible to the casual eye. Her new unstable molecule costume turned the same colors she did. </p><p></p><p>Hex leapt into the room, conjuring forth a mass of swirling cream pies from his top hat. They whirled through the air in front of him. The tin pans of the pies blocked several incoming bullets. </p><p></p><p>Savant was mere feet away, crouching by a table. “I notice you’re going with a magician angle. Pranks and tricks. Why?”</p><p></p><p>“Hey, I’m keeping things thematic. Slayer could make songs about adorable puppy dogs, but they don’t.” Hex pushed outward with his arms and the pies blasted out, smashing several of the thugs in the face and temporarily blinded them.</p><p></p><p>Frenzy ran towards one that was still firing. He took several bullets to the chest- each bullet bounced off harmlessly. “Awesome,” Herbie muttered to himself. He slammed into the thug with both arms and smashed him into the wall.</p><p></p><p>Gridiron’s fist shot from across the room, cold-cocking a thug. The gun clattered to the ground.</p><p></p><p>Savant pole-vaulted over the field of lab tables toward the thugs. He landed and cracked the thug’s face with his quarterstaff. He was twirling it and moving toward the next thug when something flew out of the open vault door. </p><p></p><p>It was jet black and sleek. It tumbled like a ball through the air and punted off of Savant’s face with two feet, jumping from there through the rest of the room to land twenty feet up on the far wall with a <em>SPLAP</em> sound.</p><p></p><p>It was a small humanoid shape, sticking to the wall with its feet and hands, facing the rest of the room. Its hands were oversized and its fingers were plump at the ends like a tree frog’s. The thing was covered entirely in a shiny black suit with only two white circular eyes staring at them from the face. The head swayed to the left and right, like a cobra’s. </p><p></p><p>“Well well,” the thing said. “The New Legends. Silverage’s new heroes. I didn’t think you’d catch up with the competition so soon. Not that we’re not ready…” He yelled. “HAVE YOU GOT IT?”</p><p></p><p>“I’ve got it,” a female voice called back from the vault. “Just a moment.” The wall adjoining the vault door burst apart in a shower of cinderblock, dust and shattered drywall. </p><p></p><p>When the dust began clearing, a woman was standing in the huge hole. She was holding a technological device of some sort- putting it into a fanny pack at the small of her back. “Oooh, The New Legends!” She was wearing tight leggings and a ratty black leather jacket. A domino mask covered a small portion of her face and blonde hair spilled over her shoulders. “Shall we show them who we are?”</p><p></p><p>The thing on the wall seemed to chuckle. “Certainly. New Legends, you’ll regret the day you crossed THE CREEP…”</p><p></p><p>The woman held her arms up and slammed them down into the ground. They landed with a boom- her arms had tapered up to immense metallic meat tenderizer shapes… anvil heads about five feet wide. She clanged them together. She laughed. “…and HAMMER!”</p><p></p><p>There was a pause as each side waited for the other to move. “Bring it,” Frenzy said. </p><p></p><p>The room exploded with action.</p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next:</strong></em><strong> Slugfest</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dr Midnight, post: 2836877, member: 69"] After the evaluating tests were completed running on all of the New Legends, it was around 2:45 AM. Reed stood up from his computer seat and said “All done, JJ.” Gridiron released his arms from the twin rotating pillars, which for the last ten minutes had been completely stretching him out, trying to find his tensile breaking point. He had only broken twice, at a pull of around eight hundred pounds. He rubbed his sore arms and felt quite pleased with himself. Reed brushed his hands off and announced “I believe that’s it, everyone… it’s been fun, but we should really get you back to Silverage. We’ve got to get up at a semi-respectable hour tomorrow.” Johnny looked up from the video game screen. “No we don’t… Huh?” “Congress luncheon.” “Ahh crap.” “So. With one further to-do, we offer a gift to welcome you to the metahuman community.” He pressed a button on a console and the wall opened up, revealing four mannequins wearing the costumes of Pixie, Savant, Frenzy and Gridiron. “Costumes made entirely of unstable molecules,” Reed explained. “Much like we in the Four wear. I noticed that yours look homemade… you’ll find that these will last longer.” “Uh,” Hex said. “I don’t get one?” “No, your costume is magical in nature.” “What? How do you know that, I never mentioned-“ “I did a radiogenic scan on you. You don’t really look like that.” “Okay, I guess you’ve got me.” Hex shrugged his skinny skeletal shoulders. Reed went on. “And of course Constructor makes his costume wherever he goes, so that leaves the four of you. I upped the design quality, I hope you don’t mind.” The four heroes looked at their new costumes in awe, then took them off to the restrooms to change into them. When they emerged, they looked fantastic. The suits were tailored exactly to size. “One question,” Savant asked as he flexed his hand in the perfectly fitting glove. “We only put our costumes on for the first time tonight, a few hours ago. Until then, no one would have any idea that they would look like this. How did you assemble these costumes in that short an amount of time?” “The answer involves quantum replicant theory.” “Really? I thought that was all untested.” “You’re familiar with the theory?” “Oh, yes. I read about it last night. I don’t sleep anymore, you see. I’ve been doing a lot of reading, and at fifteen pages a minute I get a lot done. “ They got into the Fantasticar and headed back to Silverage from New York. By car it’s a three hour drive if conditions are optimal. With the Fantastic Four it’s a seven minute flight. “Where do you want to be dropped off?” Reed asked. “Back on Miller street would probably be f… wait! Down there, what’s happening?” Pixie pointed. Maybe three hundred feet below was the top of the Oscorp Technologies building, the tallest skyscraper in Silverage City. There were several men wearing black and carrying submachine guns through the access door on the roof. Four more stood behind, keeping guard. Savant thought for a moment. “Looks like they were dropped off by a helicopter and waited until the shift change in security before moving in.” “A break-in,” Hex said. “Coool. Looks like we’re going in… are you coming, Reed?” Reed killed the Fantasticar’s lights (and most of its sounds as well) and hovered down to about a hundred feet over the skyscraper’s roof. “No, thanks,” he smiled politely. “It’s your city. You have to make a strong show of force. Go to it, and good luck.” Constructor, Savant, Pixie, Hex, Frenzy and Gridiron jumped out. Savant flew headfirst downward, tucking into a tightly and perfectly executed roll just as he hit a diagonal slope made by a cooling vent. He rolled four times to a crouch, whipping his staff out as he did. He hit one of the thugs in the back of the knees and he went down, cracking his head. He was out. At the same time, Frenzy landed solidly in front of a thug. His feet smashed into the roof, and his invulnerability saved him from the impact. Before the man could react to his attacker, his gun was bent upwards at the barrel and he was punched in the face. He went down immediately. Hex floated down and reached into his top hat. He pulled out an immense, bright red boxing glove. It shot out on an extending contraption of crisscrossing slats and struck a thug in the face. The thug was knocked out from the blow before he hit the ground. The one remaining thug alone had time to do anything. He fired on Savant with his submachine gun. Savant did a quick double cartwheel, tucking and flipping as bullets ricocheted all around him. He landed and spun in a quick backhand circle. He threw his quarterstaff and it flew the length of the roof to strike the thug in the chest, disabling him with yet another single blow. “Wow,” Pixie said. “You just dodged bullets.” Savant shrugged. “All I really did was correctly estimate where his shots would wind up based on his angles and the gun’s rate of fire, adjusting for recoil and wind resistance. It’s all just simple probability, really.” “The others went through this door,” Frenzy said, standing at the open door and looking in. “Stairs, leading down.” “Let’s go,” Hex said, “but be careful. The others have heard gunfire, they know we’re here.” Frenzy, the least likely to be hurt by bullets, went down first, with the others following close behind. He stopped and they flattened against the wall as gunfire tore up the stairs they almost walked down. “Big room, a lab,” Frenzy said. “Pillars and lab tables with those propane gas outlets on top. Four thugs hunched around behind them firing this way. An open safe vault door at the back of the room. Entire left wall is made of windows.” “See, this is exactly what I was saying a few hours ago about strategy and teamwork,” Hex said. “Nice work, Herbie.” “Thanks. What do we do?” “Propane, eh?” Constructor asked. “I’ll draw their fire.” Pixie groaned. “A pun. Ugh. Are you going to be one of those pun-quipping heroes?” “You’re no fun.” Constructor lurched into the room, blasting an enerby beam from his hands as he did. He hit the desks and columns of fire burst from the melted propane spigots. The thugs started shouting and panicking, firing wildly. Bullets bounced off of Constructor’s hull. Savant flipped into the room and hid behind a desk, waiting to make his move. Pixie crawled up the wall, becoming a chameleon version of herself as she did. She sprouted a tail and slowly ambled along the ceiling with her tongue flicking out… then her skin mottled and turned the color of the ceiling panels, rendering her effectively invisible to the casual eye. Her new unstable molecule costume turned the same colors she did. Hex leapt into the room, conjuring forth a mass of swirling cream pies from his top hat. They whirled through the air in front of him. The tin pans of the pies blocked several incoming bullets. Savant was mere feet away, crouching by a table. “I notice you’re going with a magician angle. Pranks and tricks. Why?” “Hey, I’m keeping things thematic. Slayer could make songs about adorable puppy dogs, but they don’t.” Hex pushed outward with his arms and the pies blasted out, smashing several of the thugs in the face and temporarily blinded them. Frenzy ran towards one that was still firing. He took several bullets to the chest- each bullet bounced off harmlessly. “Awesome,” Herbie muttered to himself. He slammed into the thug with both arms and smashed him into the wall. Gridiron’s fist shot from across the room, cold-cocking a thug. The gun clattered to the ground. Savant pole-vaulted over the field of lab tables toward the thugs. He landed and cracked the thug’s face with his quarterstaff. He was twirling it and moving toward the next thug when something flew out of the open vault door. It was jet black and sleek. It tumbled like a ball through the air and punted off of Savant’s face with two feet, jumping from there through the rest of the room to land twenty feet up on the far wall with a [I]SPLAP[/I] sound. It was a small humanoid shape, sticking to the wall with its feet and hands, facing the rest of the room. Its hands were oversized and its fingers were plump at the ends like a tree frog’s. The thing was covered entirely in a shiny black suit with only two white circular eyes staring at them from the face. The head swayed to the left and right, like a cobra’s. “Well well,” the thing said. “The New Legends. Silverage’s new heroes. I didn’t think you’d catch up with the competition so soon. Not that we’re not ready…” He yelled. “HAVE YOU GOT IT?” “I’ve got it,” a female voice called back from the vault. “Just a moment.” The wall adjoining the vault door burst apart in a shower of cinderblock, dust and shattered drywall. When the dust began clearing, a woman was standing in the huge hole. She was holding a technological device of some sort- putting it into a fanny pack at the small of her back. “Oooh, The New Legends!” She was wearing tight leggings and a ratty black leather jacket. A domino mask covered a small portion of her face and blonde hair spilled over her shoulders. “Shall we show them who we are?” The thing on the wall seemed to chuckle. “Certainly. New Legends, you’ll regret the day you crossed THE CREEP…” The woman held her arms up and slammed them down into the ground. They landed with a boom- her arms had tapered up to immense metallic meat tenderizer shapes… anvil heads about five feet wide. She clanged them together. She laughed. “…and HAMMER!” There was a pause as each side waited for the other to move. “Bring it,” Frenzy said. The room exploded with action. [I][B]Next:[/B][/I][B] Slugfest[/B] [/QUOTE]
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