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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Broccli_Head" data-source="post: 1301731" data-attributes="member: 105">Legion Extreme Issue#12: AftermathValor McCoy walked through the terminal at Albequerque International Airport heading for valet waiting area to meet his escort that would take him further towards Stronghold. Psychological reports showed that Robert aka Radium was making progress and losing that self-pity and self-victimization that Valor believed had led him towards the dark side. He was excited about another chance to help the poor misguided young man.A throng of people crowded around one of the televisions near one of the gates. Usually, Valor could have cared less about anything on television and he was in a hurry, but he heard snatches of “Boston” and “Legion Extreme” from the gathering throng.  He stopped to watch. “To repeat the headlines: Earlier today in Boston, Legion Extreme battled the evil Dark Seraph and his minions, the Crowns of Krim on the ground and in the sky at Logan Airport. Early reports indicate that Boston’s own superhero team were driven from the field, and as of yet unconfirmed, one of their allies Stalwart was killed. Stalwart is the FBI’s…."Valor looked down and turned away, beginning to breathe heavy. He put up his hand to lean against a nearby wall. “Air traffic has been delayed out of Logan indefinitely as clean-up crews from the FBI and PRIMUS are on the scene. No word as of yet from any of the members of Legion Extreme…“Sir, are you alright?” someone, a young man, asked. Valor continued to look down. “Fine. I’m fine,” he replied.“Hey. Don’t I know you?” came the same voice. McCoy blanched and then began to hurry away, pushing through the gathered on-lookers. Shouts—he hoped not of recognition--followed him as he jogged and then ran to the awaiting limousine.“I should’ve been there….I should’ve been there…,” he muttered, all the way to the vehicle. **Father Thomas O’Reilly threw his bottle of Irish Whiskey at the television as he sat watched the evening news, then grimaced and massaged his sore shoulder.  He picked up the phone and dialed his “favorite” detective. Jae Sun Lee answered, “Yes?”The voice was weary. However, Father O’Reilly didn’t care. He raised his voice and asked, “Can ya explain ta me all about yer destruction? Bringin’ havoc to me fair city?”The priest continued for about thirty seconds before Jae Sun interjected too tired and upset to take a rebuking.“Look! We just got hit hard and some of us are still recovering, sir! Dr. Lu is missing. Where were you?!”Father O’Reilly who sometimes flew around as the Grey Mage, when he was sober stammered and stopped.“I got my own things, and who’s gonna chase all those mummies running around downtown?”“I guess you will.”Then Jae Sun pressed “End” on his mobile phone and sighed heavily.  **All they could do was sit and watch the news. Dragonfist and Slipstream floated in the ReGen tanks. Bluejay had just gotten out. The rest—Jae Sun Lee, Cosmic Knight, Darkfire, Somnus--sat or stood and waited out the media fallout. Occasionally, one of the many phones would ring. Usually, Jae Sun would answer and run spin control or confirm reports or answer questions of PRIMUS. Molly Flannigan, the Silver Avenger of Boston would be by to visit and get an official account.  Bluejay and Hummingbird (whom none of Legion Extreme had ever seen; though Dragonfist and Cosmic Knight imagined about her a lot) had decided that they would leave before Slipstream came out. Armando Montoya shook his head and put his head in his arms as he sat at one of the cold stainless steel tables in the Mess Hall in S.U.B… He should have tried more. One by one he could have picked off the Crowns, yet when push came to shove fear had gripped him. Who knew what evil lay in the mind of Dark Seraph and his crew. Force had come charging at him in an berserk fury destroying the police barricade. As soon as the Darkfire Unicorn had rescued the Warwolf, he too had fled.He looked up and everyone in the room had stopped moving. They all stared wide-eyed at nothing and even in mid-breath or speech. Armando Montoya, people like us are special. In front of him stood a very handsome, European man. The voice in his head spoke with a Spanish accent. Who? asked Montoya wanting to at once change into his Somnus form.However, for whatever reason, he did not. You know who I am. Search.His eyes widened as the realization hit him. But I am not here to harm. I have seen and felt you and your companion’s pains of today. I propose an alliance with you. More like a mentor-student relationship. You are better than these and the normals that they protect. Befriend me, and those close to me, and you will become more powerful than you can imagine. Armando had the vision of a beautiful brunette with waving hair. He enjoyed the encouraging words. He thought of how much tougher he was than normal humans, and mentally, there was no equal well except for this Man, and well Psi. The Gem augmented his already brutal power. The Man chuckled.I have no love for your pursuers, and as a friend and ally—since I can see how close and how similar we are--, I come here to warn you that agents of Psi, seeing your setback have come to Boston to take advantage.Yes, answered Montoya, although he suspected that the Man in front of him already knew the answer or he would not have wasted his time. A broad smile greeted him and Armando felt a great sense of relief.We will be in touch, thenAnd he vanished as Armando Montoya nodded his head feeling strangely excited….Then as the Man left everyone began moving again.</blockquote>

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