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We have two threads of sypnosis for them under the create a hero/ villain motifs. We don't have actual write ups except for the teams that Bolo did for his magazine and his game. CES

The pirate known as Voodoo Jack Carrow operates in the Gulf of Mexico and Carribbean with his crew of stalwart skeletons and storm raising powers. It is said that he sailed out of the Bermuda Triangle one day, but no one has lived to tell the tale. CES

The Chunnel operates in England and France, with rare sightings up and down the coastline of Europe. His speciality is smuggling by creating tunnels through the water for goods to flow through across the English Channel and North Sea. He considers it an airtight profitable venture.

I was trying to load a Silver Arrow of Artemis before work and the site started acting wonky. i knew this would happen. I'll save her for another day. CES

The Legendary Creatures are six heroes who use legendary monsters as their base identity. Let's try to avoid the obvious like the pegasus and the palendromedary. CES

It has been called many things, the tomb, the crypt, the mausoleum, the keep, but a box is what it really is. If you are in trouble, and there is no one else that can help, and you can find and open it in the graveyards of the world, you can summon the power of Hope to change everything around. CES

Don't let the polar bear get up fool you, the icebearing Artic is a able to move in water as easily on land, as well as freezing anything in his way. Just don't call him Chewbacca. CES

I understand that some people under the influence can break regular handcuffs, but do we need to be able to stick people in portable electric chairs? CES

9 Bolo met the other captains, and Leaguer Dorvan, aboard the Offender. He had joined Conference Rooms B and C together by sliding a removable wall out of the way. The rest of the Leaguers had been asked to listen in through Dorvan’s aide so everyone could hear the plan. The captains would have to brief their juniors back on their own ships. “The plan is simple.” Bolo put up diagrams of the system, copying them over to the other captains’ files as he went. “We need to wipe out the Conglomerate’s homeworld completely. That should cause a break down in command. Then the hope is to collapse their lines so we control their former holdings while we are pushing them back. The gunners and engineers say we can’t do that with what we’re packing on our ships. We need something bigger.” He put up a picture of an asteroid. The others made various noises as they realized what they were planning to do. “The Offender, Silk Hand, and Robot Police will lead the offense, trying to shoot down anyone who doesn’t give up.” The three ships were the heaviest and ready to fight. “A screen of fighters will come in after us as support. We want our pilots doing whatever they can to attract attention until they are at the target.” “Then we need three engines fitted on the biggest rocks in the system while this is going on. These rocks are to be aimed at the homeworld and loosed.” Bolo placed the selected target asteroids on the diagram. “The engineers are to get off their asteroids before they hit. They will be picked up as soon as the battle is over.” “Leaguers.” Bolo frowned. He didn’t know what the armored forces could do, so they were a wild card in all of this. “You are going to have to do everything else. Overflight, security, run and gun against enemy fighters will fall on you. Quozaxx said you could handle this without any problems.” “Master Bolo, my associates assure me that anything that you want to bomb will be bombed on time, and in a timely manner.” Dorvan made an insectile clicking. “Point us at the enemy and we will do what we have to do to stop this menace.” “I hate to say it, but I am going to need you to use your best judgement.” Bolo crossed his arms. “Your armors allow you to fit a variety of roles below a capital ship. Your group is going to have fix any problems with the loose plan we came up with once the enemy is engaged. Real time intelligence back to Central will be a must if you can provide that while you are working with us.” “Our aides will send status reports to Liaison Quozaxx once we are engaged with the enemy.” Dorvan made the click again at the end of the statement. “Is there anything we can use to our advantage here?” Bolo looked around the room. “The Conglomerate uses steady state drives that keep them in the real universe while boosting above light instead of jump drives like most of our fleet. Any ideas how to hamper them so they can’t follow us once we’re finished?” The group went over the flight paths, emergency status if the rocks failed, how to shoot the rocks if the engineers were killed, who was going to draw the most fire while the others worked on the actual bombing mission, quick and dirty plans for the Leaguers, the most vital targets in the system, retreat points in case more of the Conglomerate were there than they had thought in the first place. “All right.” Bolo rubbed his eyes. They had been at it for hours. “Report back to your ships, get some rest. Tomorrow, brief your Execs in case you get killed during the mission. We’ll do final load ups. The day after that, we sail. I need at least one more crew of rock launchers. I asked for volunteers from the Offender already. They’ll need to know what to shoot for when they get started. I think that’s it.” “Master Bolo.” Dorvan spoke up. “Leaguers will land your teams and provide security during the attack run.” “Thank you, Leaguer Dorvan.” Bolo nodded. The success of the mission might have become more possible with that statement. “Get some rest, send over your volunteers when we get ready to sail. We’ll sort out where they go when we know who will be on the final team.” “My colleagues will be ready to fight.” Dorvan clicked some more. He walked to the door in the smooth golden armor of his profession and vanished with the rest of the officers. “What do you think, Esme?” Bolo sat in his chair at the conference table. His executive officer stood in a corner, tentacles wrapped around his stalk-like body. “It is a workable plan.” Esme blinked four of its five eyes. “The Conglomerate seems not to account for workarounds to their plans. The only thing that seems to be in doubt is how they will respond if we do succeed.” “We’re hoping they collapse and we can take back the systems they overran.” Bolo rubbed his eye again. “I doubt it will go that way.” “It will be a war of extermination.” Esme’s tentacles flailed in the air. “It will take years of effort to deal with the fragments of the Conglomerate that will be left over.” “I think you are right about that.” Bolo stood. “Right now, we have to save the remaining people that we can. Then we can figure out how we’re going to stop the fighting from getting any worse if we can.” “The Offender will be ready for the mission.” Esme made a sort of shrugging motion. “I wish there was a better way, but I know there isn’t. Pacifism will only get us killed by the Conglomerate.” “I’m hoping that we can turn this around and settle things peacefully.” Bolo closed everything down. “If we can’t, then we will have to exterminate the Conglomerate. I don’t look forward to that, but if they continue, they’ll kill anyone they can reach in the rest of the galaxy. I’m not ready to let them have my planet to chew up like they have so many others.” “I understand, sir.” Esme blinked again. “The Offender will be ready to stand beside you when we start.” “Tell the section chiefs to allow liberty once everything is ship shape.” Bolo walked to the door, realizing he didn’t know many of his crew at all. “We might as well let them enjoy the time they have left before we rush into the lion’s den.” “I’ll pass the word around.” Esme nodded. “Watch?” “I’ll stay on the ship.” Bolo frowned as he thought about how many of the crew should be left onboard in case they had to lift off from the planet. “Leave me ten members of the crew so we can take off if we need it.” “Yes, Captain.” Esme waved his tentacles around. “I will get around to it.” “Take some time off if you need it.” Bolo headed for the bridge. “I want the crew sharp when we launch. That includes you.” “I will be ready.” Esme stood tall on his spindly legs. “My tank has been naturalized so that I can carry on my duties at any time, at any place.” “Good job.” Bolo smiled. “Tell Shugio to relieve me in five hours. As soon as I have a nap, I’ll start on tomorrow’s work.” “Remember to refresh yourself before we start.” Esme went to the left. “We don’t need an addled captain in command.” Bolo smiled as he went the opposite way from his executive officer. He headed for the bridge and his ready room. It made him feel good to be in a place where he could command whatever crew was on board in a second to get started doing things that would save their lives. He wondered when he was going to be able to lay down his responsibilities. It wasn’t going to be any time in the next few days. Bolo went to his ready room as soon as he was on the bridge. He called up the plans for the assault. He wanted to go over everything again. He plotted out the mission on his board. He reviewed sections of the plans. He didn’t see any way that he could get all of his people out without some of them dying. He also didn’t see any way for a peaceful ending. The Conglomerate had wiped out scores of species whether they were a threat, or not. Those that hadn’t been wiped out lived in systems that repelled the invaders for one reason, or another. They also repelled the Alliance, so he couldn’t use them for bases for his own forces to wipe out his enemies. He was still working on the solutions when Esme appeared at his door. He looked up and tried to wave the executive off, but he could barely keep his eyes open. He blinked and woke up on his couch in the ready room. He checked the time and groaned. He had slept too long. He walked out on the bridge, smoothing his hair with his hand. He looked around. The bridge crew was more alive than he was. “Everything is in motion, and going as planned.” Esme didn’t sit in the captain’s chair. He sat at a station put in for him on the right. “We should be able to lift off on schedule.” “Third team of volunteers?” Bolo crossed his arms. Cheery things first thing in the morning put him on edge. “Already selected and briefed. Leaguers have been assigned. Liberty is still ongoing. The other captains should be briefing their crews.” Esme blinked at him. “Everything is going well.” “Let me clean up and we’ll go over anything we might have missed.” Bolo nodded at the crew. “Carry on.” He exited the bridge and headed for his quarters below decks. He had to get a clean uniform and some breakfast before he did anything else. One way, or the other, things were going to change as soon as they started their run. He hoped the crew were up to where history was going to put them in the next few days. He knew he wasn’t. He hoped that he could go home once he was sure the problem was dealt with in a way that the Earth was no longer threatened. He knew that what he had told Esme was more likely and neither would see peace in their lifetimes. 10 Bolo had the chair, echoing the readouts from the bridge stations on his own screens. He would rather be at the helm, but knew that wasn’t practical. He had to have his eye on everything across the Offender, and he couldn’t do that and fly at the same time. “Damage control teams are ready.” Lt. Otz relayed from the Engineering station. Shugio had gone with one of the rock shooter teams. “Everything is green lit and ready. Power supplies are 93%.” “Two minutes from jump.” The helm checked plot considerations. “On course and ready.” “Gunners, everything will be concentrated on us as soon as we exit jump. You have three zero miniclicks before the Silk Hand and Robot Police drop out of jump. Fire at will for those thirty minis. Then pick and choose.” Bolo cut the com. He was short two gunners for the asteroid teams. Their comrades would have to make up for their absence. The Offender would jump before the rest of the fleet. The reasoning was that its appearance would cause the Conglomerate forces to turn every effort on wiping out the threat, the other two capital ships would catch the defenders unaware when they arrived. Then the smaller ships and fighters would drop and engage targets. Bolo was a bit worried that the other captains would fire on his ship in the heat of the moment. He planned to be well away from the drop point before they arrived. The Leaguers under Dorvan had been asked to get rid of anything they could handle that looked like a threat. Their golden armors should be able to handle the same amount of fire as a fighter. “Entering Jump in three, two, one.” The helmsman pushed the button. A simulated course appeared on Bolo’s screen to show him where the computer thought they would exit. He couldn’t have done better himself. “Getting ready to exit.” The helmsman kept an eye on the simulator. “Three, two, one. Exiting.” The Offender dropped into real space, preprogrammed missiles rocked the ship as the helm tried to keep on course. The point defense turrets sprayed anything that had been in the drop zone as the machine brains cleared the area. Then the big guns lining the back and sides of the ship lit up the empty black. The defenders seemed stunned by the invasion. Maybe no one had attacked their homeworld before. The Conglomerate seemed to work on a build as you go tactical stream, brute forcing a solution. Someone showing up at their house and blowing it up had went from so crazy it had to work to a dead certainty for Scott. He just had to live through the next few minutes. “Silk Hand has dropped.” The com officer reported from her station. “They are firing at targets of opportunity.” Bolo didn’t have time for that. He was busy marking out targets he wanted destroyed as the helmsman held them steady. He wanted every message relay buoy holed to keep distress calls down. They had enough trouble with the small ships in the system forming up to try to stop the Offender. Robot Police dropped out of Jump. Missiles roared from its hull as the gunners went to work with the gravity guns on each side of the prow. The smaller components of the fleet arrived. They didn’t have much, so the plan was for them to drop out, shoot as many targets as possible, then run up to jump. If they happened to destroy an enemy ship in the barrage, that was an unexpected bonus to the operation. “We have shield generators located on the planet.” Someone from the gunnery department shouted in the comm. “It’s stopping missiles and cannon fire.” “Helm, take us in so we can strafe some of those installations.” Bolo marked everything in their way that looked like a shield tower. The gunners probably thought he was crazy, but he wanted to open a hole for the second wave of their plan. “Projectile one is under way.” Dorvan clicked in the com. “Projectile two is getting ready to fire.” Bolo nodded his head. Projectile one was the biggest asteroid they could find that the enemy hadn’t turned into a fighting station. Number two was the second biggest. If both hit, it would be a major blow in the battle. Did they have a number three? That was a question that he put aside. He had to worry about clearing shields on the planet that might be able to deflect the asteroids off course. He had to make sure that his weapons did their jobs. The only way to do that was to do his to the best of his ability. The Offender cleared a path with its big guns. Anything smaller than a frigate blew apart. The gunners seemed to be saving missiles for the targets he had designated. The ship rocked as the missile racks emptied. The clanking of reloading vibrated the hull as the weapons struck at the buildings designated as shield generators. One hit the shield, then the next pushed through while the shield tried to put itself back together. A hole in the screen appeared as the gunners turned their guns on buildings to clear them out. The fact that the planet was nothing but buildings would exaggerate the collateral damage from the guns and missiles. Once a building fell, it was bound to take another with it unless it fell straight down. And nothing was going to fall straight down with the amount of damage his gunners were doing. Bolo spotted projectile one on his scanner readings. It was coming in a little slower than he liked. He supposed he expected it to be moving like a real missile instead of the thrown rock that it resembled. “Helm, make sure we’re away from the planet when the rock lands.” Bolo checked the flight path of the thing as enemy ships moved to fire on the planet killer. They were too small in his opinion. Alliance fighters and Leaguers pushed them out of the way with laser and missile fire. Then projectile one hit the atmosphere and started to burn on its way down to the ground. Bolo hoped he never had to use such a tactic again when the smoke cleared from the sky below. They had killed millions, perhaps billions, of support staff with one blow. That was before projectile two entered the system. The second asteroid hit half a world away, smashing through buildings with a calm disregard for their standing in its way. When it hit the true ground of Central, a crater formed around the impact point as the surrounding buildings fell over like building blocks scattered by a giant child. The two strikes should have killed most of the people on the planet. Bolo had to make sure if he wanted to build a peace and return to his Earth. He couldn’t allow the Conglomerate to rebuild and counter attack with the tactics he was using now. “Projectile three is on the way.” Dorvan spoke over the secure channel. “The rock teams need to be picked up.” “Helm, swing us around.” Bolo marked a course back to the edge of the system. “Gunners, clear a path for us. We’re coming to pick you up, Dorvan.” “Helm, as soon as we jump out of the system to pick up the shooters, I want you to turn us around and jump back into the central system.” Bolo doubted that three asteroids would stop his enemies. At least he had the benefit of surprise to launch a final attack after he moved out of play. The counter offensive should be on the way. His fleet had to be gone when that happened. The planet was wrecked from the scans the Offender grabbed but there might be survivors trying to get things together. He wanted to make sure, but he didn’t know how he was going to do that when the planet wide city had partially collapsed around the two craters in its surface. “Tell the fleet to jump to rally point b.” Bolo told his communications officer. “We’ll jump to join them after making sure projectile three impacts.” “Relaying the orders.” Otz nodded his fox head. “Confirming reception.” “Readying to jump in three miniclicks.” Helm announced. “Jumping.” Bolo checked his screens when they arrived. The space was clear. Dorvan held point. His armor had sprouted a lot more weapons than it had held in their meeting earlier. He acknowledged them with a click on the radio. “Bring us around so we can pick up our people.” Bolo wondered how much damage he would inflict with projectile three. Golden auras flared from number three. Then it began moving forward to the target. The glow flew to an airlock and was welcomed aboard. “Helm, shadow projectile three.” Bolo checked his screens to make sure they were still in the clear. “Gunners, ready weapons. We need to protect this rock until it hits.” The Offender and projectile three drifted into the Conglomerate home system. The big guns opened fire on anything that tried to get in the way of the rock. The ship broke away as the third weapon struck at full speed. Bolo frowned at the damage done. They might have wrecked a normal planet with their tactic, but there was no telling what they had done with the city planet. Survivors might put the planet back together after they were done with the bombing. There was no way he could stay around and try to get rid of survivors. The enemy would flock back to the system to get at him. “Helm, get us out of here.” Bolo sighed. “We’ve done everything we can. We have to rejoin the fleet and get ready for our next move.” The Offender turned. Allied fighters and leaguers formed a cloud around the battleship. It ran up to speed for the jump. Then it vanished from real space, heading to the rally point used by the Alliance for this attack. One by one, its followers vanished after it. Intelligence would have to evaluate the blow struck by what they did. The same tactics might not work again since he was sure the Offender had been recorded and the film sent in distress calls before the rocks had hit. Bolo sat through the snapback of arrival. The fleet needed to head for base and then go through after action reports on what every sensor had picked up during the action. Nolgroth and Quozaxx could handle that part of things. His first priority was to reload the missile magazines and check fuel before heading on patrol. The Offender could be the thing they needed to slow the advance of the Conglomerate. They needed to follow up on other base worlds as fast as possible. They had struck a blow that needed to be followed on before the enemy could rethink their strategy. How many more would he have to murder before they gave up? How many more could he stand? How many more could his allies take before they cracked. He needed to think about how he was going to handle that. Epilogue Scott Bolo sat at his desk and watched the combat recordings. His attack had done wonders, but he didn’t think it would be enough. And he had lost part of his attacking force to the Conglomerate defenses when they couldn’t spare the manpower, or materials. The effect was undetermined at the moment. Two days after the massive attack was not enough time to gauge the way the massive Conglomerate war machine would act. The Offender had handled like a charm. It had suffered minimum damage, and inflicted maximum casualties. Nolgroth was right to feel pride in her. He had not been able to keep track of everything in the middle of the battle, but the recordings showed that his crew had partially decimated the defenses before the other two capital ships arrived. The Silk Hand had suffered two holes during the assault. They had lost a quarter of the crew to space. The Robot Police had lost part of the engineering section and an engine when their gravity guns had misfired. The ship had limped home to drydock, and might have to be gutted and rebuilt. More than half of the fighters had been hit and destroyed. Most of the rest had been damaged. The pilots, the surviving pilots, were ready to get back in the field and do it again. They had lost three Leaguers during the assault. Their armors had blown up after being overwhelmed by the Conglomerate’s defense. One had been protecting a fighter who had been disabled during the raid. Both had been killed in the resulting explosion. Quozaxx noted that a service would be held at their central command. A portion of his command would go with the bodies. The rest would stay to help with the remains of the Conglomerate menace. He couldn’t begrudge them that much. They had already gone above and beyond their duties to his new alliance. Intelligence reported the Conglomerate trying to change tactics, and their expansion had paused as they tried to figure out what had happened to Command. It looked like that part of the plan had worked. Manpower had drained from the lines as ships had been sent to figure out what had happened. His commanders had done what they could to hole those ships to keep the Conglomerate in the dark as much as possible. If they could keep that edge, pushing the Conglomerates into traps might be easy. They weren’t breaking down. Their machine had developed a problem. They were trying to diagnose that problem without a thought that their homeworld had been eliminated. He had to add a lot more fractures to their machine until they were done for good. He was still looking at decades of war as far as he could see unless they had some kind of breakthrough where they could destroy planets in seconds. That was something he hoped not to have to use while he was helping the Alliance defend itself. Bolo signed orders to commission more Offender battleships. The prototype had performed beyond his expectations. The damage his ship had inflicted had saved more lives on his side than anything else that had happened. Separate cabinets inside the Alliance wanted their claims answered. He had ambassadors trying to smooth things down. Some thought they were carrying the war more than their brothers. He would have to do something to assuage those feelings before they fractured the fighting spirit of the sailors he did have. He decided that maybe they could use the Offender and several escort ships as a strike force. That might fracture the lines enough for his people to take back some of what they had lost. It might be enough to crack the Conglomerate presence so that they would bunker down instead of trying to expand. Nolgroth would be able to tell him what the timeline on new Offenders would be while he was captaining the old one. He doubted that he would be able to undertake those missions. The Alliance would want him negotiating their day to day squabbles. That was something he might not be good at doing. His door opened and Nolgroth, Leaguer Dorvan, and Admiral Ternaugh entered. He leaned back in his chair to inspect the solemn faces, and blank gold mask inspecting him. “What can I do for you, gentlemen?” Bolo saved everything and put it away so he could devote his whole attention to his visitors. “We would like to ask you what your plans are in the next few days.” Nolgroth gestured with his cane. “I have ordered more Offenders to be built, I have read the mails submitted by our fleets that are in trouble and am trying to think of something to change things for them, and I have a border dispute to handle in some way.” Bolo paused. “And I was thinking of leading another sortie and seeing if I could create more pressure on the enemy.” “What will you do when the war is over?” Nolgroth asked. “I plan to go home to my world and retire to a life of ease and luxury.” Bolo smiled at his joke. Leavenworth was probably where he would land if he showed up with no explanation where he had been after blowing up a piece of important equipment that he had stolen from the government. His life of ease would be stamping license plates and watching the world through bars on the windows. “We would like you to stay on here as our leader.” Ternaugh broke in. “You have been incredibly successful against the Conglomerate when no one else has.” “You know this could all be a run of luck.” Bolo waved his hand at his desk. “It could still go bad for us if something changes.” “Even so, you have rallied the local spacefaring races, have held the Conglomerate to a stopping point, and have destroyed their homeworld.” Dorvan clicked after each pause. “It’s a commendable run of good luck.” “As an outsider, you have no ties to anyone, and no favoritism towards the races that compose the Alliance.” Nolgroth shrugged. “None of those people know me.” Bolo frowned at them. “I could be worse than the Conglomerate. Maybe I am forging you into a threat to the galaxy and you don’t know it.” “Maybe you want to duck the responsibility like any sane sentient.” Ternaugh dismissed his objections with a wave of a hand. “Maybe you are a hero that has worked miracles. Maybe your brain can give us an edge where we need it.” “And we need all the help we can get, Bolo of Earth.” Nolgroth gave him the look a senior gives a younger man when he needs something. It was the opposite of a kid’s puppy dog eyes, but used to the same effect. “What about the Leaguers, Dorvan?” Scott glanced at the metal armor. “This is the first standing army we have ever fielded. Most of us participating were responsible for protecting the planets the Conglomerate razed. We are staying to protect the Alliance to the best of our abilities.” Dorvan unfolded a second set of arms as he talked. “The League is responsible for protecting the universe to the best of its ability, and we have been asked to hold this one section to the best of ours.” “So you’re bound to keep fighting the Conglomerate until enough Leaguers can be sent here to help with the situation.” Bolo frowned at the thought that there was a force that could crush any enemy if they had the time to gather their numbers. “We might never be able to gather enough of us to do that.” Dorvan clicked. “We help expedite space travel, alliances, defense of life, and helping those in need. There is never enough of us to cover the universe as it is.” “So we can’t count on reinforcements for your losses.” Bolo closed his eyes. “We need to start using your troops as rangers instead of front line troopers.” “Rangers?” Dorvan clicked at the new designation. “What are rangers?” “They are fighters that operate behind enemy lines.” Bolo nodded. “Spread the word. We want your guys ready to go after targets only they can handle.” “I am sending word right now.” Dorvan nodded. “Our aides are sharing data.” “I want you to get with Quozaxx’s assistant and mark every target you think your guys can hit.” Bolo checked his memory. “His name is Tikal.” “When do you want us to start on these raids?” Dorvan clicked. “As soon as you break everything down into whatever you need to start working.” Bolo liked the thought of that. “Tell your guys they aren’t to throw their lives away. There are too few of them for us to sacrifice them for nothing.” “I will tell them to be careful.” A series of clicks followed that. Dorvan headed out of the office. “All right.” Bolo hoped he hadn’t created a monster. “Nolgroth, I got more of the Offender class ships on order. How fast can you build them?” “A few months for each.” Nolgroth tapped his cane against the floor. “I would have to consult with the engineer corps we developed.” “Go ahead.” Bolo smiled. “We want them for strike forces. Think about what elements should be joined with them so we can eliminate Con bases in a hurry.” “I see the objective.” Nolgroth nodded. “Let’s see what we can do to get there.” He walked out of the office, cane tapping on the floor as he went. “So what incredibly hard task do I have to perform?” Ternaugh wore an almost human scowl on his face. “While Dorvan is looking for single targets to raid, I want you to select targets that we can use to collapse the Conglomerate’s territory.” Bolo nodded. “We want to bolster our people while taking their people out.” “And we want to relieve hard pressed fleets at the same time with these attacks.” Ternaugh looked up at the ceiling. “I want to use the Leaguers as probes for this.” “Get with Dorvan and do what you got to do.” Bolo leaned forward. “Try to keep our guys safe.” “I understand.” Ternaugh nodded. “I will talk with Dorvan and the command staff to see who we can help first.” “Thanks, Ternaugh.” Bolo stood and bowed. “It is a pleasure to deal with you.” “You are a great warrior, Bolo of Earth.” Ternaugh bowed back. “I hope you are as great in peace.” Bolo nodded. He wondered if he would be around when peace actually broke out. At least he was seeing new places and meeting new people that he could shoot.

Dr. Myron Mickelson fought heroes for years with his light and dark powers allowing him advantages in both areas. During one such battle, he was split in two. His light powers became the hero Phantom Lighthouse. His dark powers became the Black Night and joined the Ten Plagues CES

The heroic Pyramid arrives to help people in trouble in a pyramid ship of stone blocks. It hovers above the afflicted area as more blocks are deployed to help with the problem. Floods are stopped by walls directing the flow. Villains are stopped by hammers of bricks. Rescues are done by forming small machines of bricks to carry out the deed. The blocks are recalled when the danger is over, and Pyramid flies away. CES

watched Season 11 of NCIS. Liked the non arc stories better than the arc ones. For all of his oddities, DiNozzo shows how good a detective he can be when he has a chance to shine. One Question stands out above all others, how did Fornell marry Gibbs's ex and not realize what kind of shrew he was getting? CES

Byron Barton is the Boil. His ability to cause pimples to grow didn't seem that useful until he was supercharged with a host of other minor villains. Now he can force a boil to grow until it pops which can wound normal people with the expanding of their skin under the pressure. CES

Man pets bear thinking it is a dog. Horrified by mistake. CES

The Frog Father has the unfortunate talent of summoning frogs everywhere he goes. They are his watchers, protectors, and messengers. CES

I think some of your ideas are covered in Astro City, Mass. Villains don't patent their weapons because they are always trying to get rich off one more score. They tend to be professional which limits what they do. Costumes are to protect identities and act as armor. Unprofessional villains are not wanted. CES

It is said that when ships are in trouble at sea, a light will appear. It cuts a path through doubtful waters and storms. It guides them into safer waters. Most attribute this to some Phantom Lighthouse shining its beam from some place in the sky. CES

Mick Fole is a master of sound. He has taken that mastery up to superhuman levels as the Foley. CES

Let me guess, she was armed and dangerous. CES

A member of the Tel'narian Guard trapped on Earth, Nebula has ruined the reputation of the guard with her constant use of the Duress Gauntlets. Both sides of the law want to bring her in and stop her seeming rampage. When Alstoy Alwof arrived after an almost fatal warp gate, his uniform was close enough to hers that he found that numerous people wanted him dead too. He calmed down the heroes while fending off the villains. He is hoping his membership in ARR will one day allow him to return to Andromeda. CES

No worries. Death Tribble keeps the record for us. What else do we need for the Hidden Hand? CES

The fourth member of the Hidden Hand is Moderate Medley, the Getaway. Some criminals need to get out of town in a hurry. Moddi is the girl to call. She can outdrive any other car on the road with her Mule, wrecking property damage along the way CES

We still need one guy for NEON. I would like to offer Petros Mannheim, The Shout. His power is simple and terrible. He transforms victims into a raging monsters that explode when they reach a certain level of anger and opposition. He likes to target football matches for easy prey, enemy camps when he can't get close enough to be heard and use his power. CES

We can go the rest of the way. I'm sure there is enough ideas for six more villains between the group here on this thread. CES

Mothmolla is a flying woman (toy that can thrown in the air.) that emits a scent when she lands, or is caught. THe scent causes animals to attack the person marked by it. As a toy, that was considered too dangerous for kids to use. CES