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Wasn't there a book where Mary Shelly, Lord Byron, and others were ghostbusters during the time Frankenstein was being written? CES

Padric Reilly is the most violent of the group and has to be restrained when in action. His ability as a human bomb is too useful to be discarded. C-4 turns any battlefield into a land of craters. CES

Had a dream where i was a member of a band at a concert, and I was asked to help another band out because they had lost one of their members. Then my boss came out in his band t-shirt and called for us (my regular band) to hit the stage. I grabbed my guitar and I woke up as we stepped out. Note: I cannot play a musical instrument CES

Once dedicated fighters for the Irish Republican Army, these six members of the Hounds of Tir de Danaan have turned to a life of crime to support their lifestyle. Who are these villains? CES

The MSM employs various transporters to pick up patients and bring them to facilities around the world. One such is Chris Corso. He is a dedicated driver and pilot, able to pilot any vehicle beyond its capabilities. His callsign is Causeway. CES

been watching Death in Paradise. Stuffy Englishman sent to the Carriebean to hold a post. Then the murders start. Watched Transporter the series Season 1. A lot of gratuitous t and a to pad out the running time. Plots are formulaic also. CES

Dr. Robert Paul Facillier is a surgeon that provides paramedic care in the case of emergency situations. He has been nicknamed the Bloodworm for his ability to generate specific invertebrate things to handle various tasks in the human body.If a client is loosing too much blood, he will deploy coalugent that looks like a ten legged spider to create a blockage and divert the blood elsewhere. CES

Spongebob Squarepants 400 is a go. Also poop detecting countdown clock is being developed CES

Watched John Wick. Retired hitman is brought back into action when thugs kill his dog. One scene with Kevin Nash as a bouncer is basically "Looking good, Francis. Lost weight?" "Yeah. Sixty pounds." "Impressive. Looks good on you." "Are you working tonight? "yeah. Is there going to be a problem?" "Nah. Have a good night John." Francis pulls out his ear wig and walks away Watched Planes about a global air race in the setting of Cars. It was okay. Dane Cook was not really convincing as a cropduster who wanted to rally race. NCIS season 10 with the death of Eli David and the hunt for his killer. The one thing that struck me was Tom Morrow had to admit that the CIA killed David's counterpart for Iran to stir things up in the middle east. I was like idiots. CES

7 Scott Bolo walked into the council chamber. He nodded at the generals and admirals in attendance. They represented hundreds of disenfranchised species and the faction of galactic policemen known as Leaguers. A net had been strung up to talk to the fleets in combat with the Conglomerate thanks to the Leaguers who were helping in the fire zones. “What do we know?” Bolo looked around the room. He hoped someone here had a better idea than blowing out their home sun and seeing what happened. He didn’t. “We have a central governmental center we can target for attack.” One of the admirals spoke up. “Using the decoded intercepted messages, we have located nodes that direct actions around them.” A star map lit up with the relevant data. A web formed between the homeworld and the regional centers of power. Labels for various stars marked the location of each system. “The enemy employs a building strategy.” Ternaugh indicated the edge of the spreading web. “A fleet moves into a system. It annihilates any life in the system. Then they begin using the material in the system to build factories, and dry docks, to build more ships. Once they have the operation flowing as smooth as an assembly line, another fleet is readied and sent to the next system in line.” The floating diagram illustrated the operation for the crowd. “Their clone factories allow them to put troops in action faster than we could hope to breed our own races.” One of the generals spoke up. He had a medic symbol of three bars meeting on the sleeve of his tunic. “This allows them to sustain more casualties than we could ever hope to match. A war of attrition like we are fighting now will end in our defeat.” “It also means they don’t care about gathering intelligence.” Ternaugh spoke. “They flatten their enemies whenever possible. If they get held up, they pour troops into the field until their enemy is forced to retreat.” “Except for the Thirteen Axis.” Nolgroth put on a system of thirteen planets orbiting two small stars. “Something happened there that forced the Conglomerate to sit on the edge of the system and go around. We’re not sure what.” “An observer said that something attacked their fleet and ate some of the ships.” Quozaxx spoke from where he floated. “We lost the observer, so we can’t be sure what he was talking about in his reports.” “So no one can get in the system without a problem.” Bolo didn’t like that, but it made sense that something was keeping the Conglomerate out of the region. “Any ideas on how to use that to our advantage?” “We could lure ships into the barrier, but we couldn’t be sure they would take the bait.” One of the admirals spoke up. “It might hurt us more than help us.” “Are we sure that the central system is directing the expansion from inside their sphere of influence?” Bolo looked around the room. “Yes, sir.” A captain indicated the web display again. “Orders are going out, acknowledgments are going in.” “What happens if we attack that system?” Bolo wondered how many knew he was proposing a suicide mission against the defenses set in place. The admirals and generals began consulting aides for the answers. Quozaxx seemed to be fielding calls from Leaguers about the question. Nolgroth leaned on his cane, rubbing his chin in a human way as he considered the idea. Bolo waited for the assembly to come to order, but after a few minutes was about to bang the gavel for their attention. His idea of striking at the center of the enemy operation seemed to be favored by the council and its advisors. He wondered who would volunteer for such a dangerous job. “The models think the Conglomerate will be forced to halt their advance until a government is in place to lead their expansion again.” Ternaugh broke through the noise first. “It might reduce the enemy to cells that can be eliminated one by one.” “What happens if we can’t destroy the enemy’s planners in the first shot?” Bolo doubted the answer would be something he would like. “They’ll try to counterattack against us.” Ternaugh shrugged. “They might go into a frenzy.” “Do we have anything big enough to get through their homeworld defenses?” Bolo wanted to shut them down before they got a chance to try to send people after him and his colleagues. “Maybe.” Nolgroth frowned as he stepped to center stage. “I have had the plans for a super battleship since before my retirement. I have just never needed to build one before now.” “How long will it take to build it?” Bolo said nothing about his friend holding back. He knew that the alien had hated getting involved beyond solving the initial puzzle of where Earth was from his home. “Not long at all.” Nolgroth nodded at the golden armor of Quozaxx. “The League is ready to field one whenever we give the word.” “So if we attack and wipe out the Conglomerate’s homeworld, they will concentrate on securing their chain of command.” Bolo looked around the room again. “That’s our consensus?” “We could attack planets close by to further disrupt the line.” The admiral pointed out several key planets inside the Conglomerate sphere. “I don’t know how much damage we could do, but it might be enough to start a collapse.” “But not a full cascade.” Ternaugh disagreed. “These people are too centered to be panicked into flight by heavy attacks. They will try to hook together to rebuild the chains of command and supply.” “We’ll worry about that when we assess the aftermath of our bombing run.” Bolo had to agree with Ternaugh. The Conglomerate threw their soldiers away. Destroying their leaders was a short range tactic. The people under them would assume the titles and keep things going. “Is there anything else we need to look at before we move into the operation?” Bolo looked around at the officers. Most shook their heads, or made equivalent signs of negativity. “We’re going to need fighters as cover for this raid. Send us whomever you can spare. A carrier will be designated for the jump off of the mission. We’ll need volunteers who know they might not make it back.” The meeting started breaking up. They weren’t as single minded as the Conglomerate, but they knew something about warfare now that their homes had been converted into factories and breeding vats. Bolo held up his hand to signal Nolgroth and Quozaxx to stay behind. He wanted to talk to them about their battleship. “What is your honest opinion of an attack on the Conglomerate’s homeworld?” Bolo put up the maps his bugs had sent with the other information across the communications line. “If we can disrupt their command, it will help us.” Nolgroth tapped his cane on the floor. “I regret the necessity, but the enemy shows no mercy. Only a foolish sapient would think they would sue for peace if we ask them without a threat of violence.” “I agree.” Quozaxx spoke through the filter of his golden armor. “The Leaguers have rarely put a standing army in the field before this event. This is the most genocidal race we have ever come across protecting the various systems that we do.” “Let me see this ship of yours.” Bolo frowned. “Then we can see about crewing it.” Nolgroth said something to the display. A ship bristling with guns snapped into existence on the air. Missile pods dotted the hull from bow to stern. Five big engines dominated the back. A small bump designated the visible part of the bridge. “This is your baby?” Bolo turned the picture so he could look at it from all angles. “We should be able to fight our way to the central system and bomb the homeworld, and then fight our way out.” Quozaxx made a gesture. “The power plants in the design will give us enough energy to punch through anything short of a planetary defense array.” “How many crew members are needed?” Bolo already planned to captain the beast. He came up with the idea of the carpet bombing. He would have to carry it out. “About a hundred.” Quozaxx made a buzzing noise. “I planned to do this alone when I heard what you were thinking.” “I’m afraid not.” Bolo shook his head. “The both of you are way more valuable than me. I read the reports when I got home. The two of you handed the Conglomerate its only real defeats.” “The staff help us.” Nolgroth noted the empty chairs with his cane. “Are you sure this is what you want? If you are killed, or captured, people will lose hope.” “It has to be done.” The human smiled slightly. “And I am the most expendable of our operation. The Alliance will lose nothing if something happens to me. Nolgroth is the brains of this outfit, and Quozaxx is the link to the Leaguers, our only real ally outside of our organization. If we lost either one of you, I couldn’t do anything as effectively as the both of you.” “We will get you the best crew that we can.” Nolgroth assured him. “I have talked with my aide.” Quozaxx made another gesture. “It assures me that it can build what we need in a matter of days. It just needs the raw material.” “Get with the engineers and have them round up what you need.” Bolo thought that would be the easy part. “Nolgroth and I will go over approach routes so we can do our bombing before they detect something is wrong.” “I’ll get right on it.” Quozaxx floated out of the council chamber. “This isn’t really a good plan.” Bolo frowned at the floating ship. “But it is the only one we got.” “The design will take care of itself.” Nolgroth looked at the drawing with something like pride. “This is my best work ever.” “It’s not the ship.” Bolo looked at him. “It’s me. We are planning on snuffing out a race of monsters and that will change us in ways we can’t see at this moment.” “It’s the best we can do in this situation.” Nolgroth tapped his cane against the floor. “If we don’t do something, all of our allies will lose what little they have retained after being driven across the galaxy.” Bolo nodded. He had seen enough of the enemy to know what they would do if they ever reached Earth. They would kill every man, woman, and child. They would turn the planet into a graveyard before they built more clone factories to keep expanding. No one on Earth would be able to stand up to the onslaught to erase humans from the galaxy.

The Magnificant Marconi is a master of stage magic who may have discovered pieces of the real deal. He typically appears to give club members advice on things before he goes back to his own timeline. He is frequently found in the kitchen when he does appear in the club. CES

Captain Furlong is a criminal mastermind who likes the pirate motif. he uses flying boats and a robot crew to get what booty he wants. Laser blades and blasters are his preferred weapons. His ship typically presents a big target until the heist is over, then he picks up his team and engages stealth to escape. CES

Depends. Some of the heroines like Wonder Woman and Miss America in one of the pictures could easily be hundreds of points. The equipment could be in the same range depending. CES

The guy playing the hulk went to playing Captain America. That's how Rick Jones went from being a sidekick for one to a sidekick for the other CES

I dont really try for an ending. That's probably why the group breaks up before the campaign ends. background stuff comes from a rogues gallery. In the Domino City campaign I mentioned, the players kept running into the powers of hell, stopping two outright, and elevating a demon into kingship. But I tend to be a reactive gm. I don't write games, they write themselves. CES

Kay Shen, The Dragon of Shang Hai, visits the club every few years. Every time he arrives, he has been wounded, and he looks different from the last time. When asked, he puts it down to stepping out the wrong door at the wrong time. He leaves when he has healed up. There is two theories. One is that Kay is really a bunch of different versions of the same man who know about the club and use that to hold up before returning to their original divergent line. The other theory is Kay navigates across divergent timelines and that changes his appearance as he goes. Kay wont confirm either thought CES

I get the players to give me characters with a starting situation, then I do an intro adventure. Then I build on the the intro adventure. I try to use villains more than once so the players build up a rogue's gallery. Mostly the group falls apart before the campaign ends, but the Domino City game did have a happy ending CES

I think we did a team, Chris. You might be able to check for it on the hero/villain thread that Death Tribble archives for us. CES

Apostrophe has the power to break off a small piece from any material. Mostly he uses this on structures, as it is a small killing attack. CES

Man blows himself up in bathroom in Florida CES

Ed Byrnes is the Nuetrino. Ed is flying point of destruction with his ability to shrink to a point and burn everything he touches at the speed of light. CES

6 Scott Bolo brought his ship in for a landing on the Carrier KrcSTE after arranging a meeting. He needed to have it inspected for any surveillance after so long in Conglomerate space. Everything had checked out under its diagnostics, but he wanted to make sure. He also wanted to know if there was anything wrong with his body after spending so much time in Conglomerate space. He needed to be checked out himself. The carrier had a sick bay capable of doing that. He also needed to know how the war had gone since he had entered the black space. He hoped Nolgroth and the others had devised things to keep the expanding empire in check. The weapons master had a skill for strategy and striking at sensitive parts that he downplayed. “General Bolo.” A squad of armored marines arrived with a sergeant with a disk and feather marking his rank arrived to escort him off the hangar deck. “We’re here to take you to sick bay for examination.” “Thanks.” Scott kept his own helmet on. “I need to make sure I haven’t picked up anything that could be contagious, or electronic.” “That’s why we’re here.” The sergeant issued a command and the squad surrounded the Earthman. They lifted up screens to form a bubble of non-communication around the group. “We have your specs from Command, so this shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.” “No problem.” The group used an elevator to enter the central decks of the ship. They maneuvered down halls until they arrived at a medical lab. The marines cut off the shields when Scott stepped behind a screen designed to block input/output from the rest of the ship. “Greetings, Scott Bolo.” The doctor and the sergeant stood on the other side of the screen. “You can remove your helmet and suit now so we can do scans on them.” Scott carefully disrobed, placing his weapons on the pile of clothes. He passed them through a slot in the screen. He regretted not keeping the pistol in case he needed to get out of the room in a hurry. The sergeant ran a scanner over the suit and gear. He nodded when the equipment gave him a tone to signal the belongings were clear of outside monitoring. “It looks like your belongings are clean.” The sergeant placed the gear in a locker. “We’ll have them cleaned and readied for use while you wait, sir.” “All right.” The doctor smiled with his jagged teeth on display. “This is the last exam before you left Command for your mission.” A three dimensional model lit up the space between him and Scott. He rotated it with a move of his taloned hand. “Please remain motionless while we take a picture of your current condition.” A light went off. Bolo closed his eyes against the glare. Some of it still came through his eyelids. Then the light snapped off. Another model floated beside the first. Several changes was noted by the model. The doctor made a small hiss to himself. “It looks like you have picked up some parasites.” The doctor checked the type with what he had in his files. “I am going to have to flush them.” “What kind of parasites are we talking about?” Bolo looked at the model. The indicated beasts were in his lower intestines. “Are they common?” “Only on Conglomerate worlds.” The doctor examined the beasties, placing them in a picture drive. “Maybe they ride around inside the Connie drones.” “Make a note that we might need to look out for those things.” Bolo hated the thought of something riding along in his intestinal tract. “We might have to kill them when we kill the enemy.” “We might have to kill them to kill the enemy.” The doctor examined the readings. “These things seem engineered to kill any poison.” “How do we get rid of them?” Bolo wondered if maybe he was looking at some sort of biological booster. “Precise radiation burst should do it.” The doctor pushed a few buttons. “Otherwise we might have to perform surgery.” The parasites in the model burned up under the precise beam. The doctor smiled. He made a note of the treatment. He might have to do a lot of it before the war was ended. “I don’t feel so good.” Bolo looked around for a barf bag. He settled for an empty basin. He tried not to look at the pieces that came up from his stomach. “Put that next to the screen please.” The doctor indicated the basin. “We should examine it for contaminants.” Bolo did as instructed. The doctor ran a wand over the basin, shaking his head at the readings. He put the readings on the floating model. “It seems once a body is subjected to radiation, the unwelcome guests try to leave to get new bodies.” The doctor flash fried the contents with a tool from his suit. “So I’m clear.” Bolo sat on the bed. He held his head down to let the nausea pass. “Yes.” The doctor ordered a scan of the ship for any similar beasts. He was rewarded with negative readings. He ordered the crew working on the General’s personal ship to scan it for more of the creatures as well as themselves before mixing with the rest of the crew. “It looks like we have learned something new about our enemy.” The doctor made a human shrug. “I don’t know what it means.” “It might mean nothing, it might mean everything.” Bolo felt better. He doubted he would be himself for a while. “Transmit it to the fleet command so they know that we might have to deal with infiltrators after ground landings.” “Understood.” The doctor packaged everything into a message and sent it out to his counterparts on the other ships, then up the chain of command of his own species, and laterally to the Allied chain of command. Everyone fighting the Conglomerate would know about the parasites within a few days. “I need some sleep, Doc.” Bolo laid down on the bed. “Then I have to figure out if we learned more than our enemy has a bunch of worms in their guts.” “Good night, General.” The doctor cut the lights, but made sure to leave the screen in place in case they had missed something. Bolo closed his eyes. He still had to get home from the carrier. He couldn’t expect the captain to stop in the middle of a mission to escort him home. He wasn’t that important. Nolgroth and Quozaxx probably had everything under control. They knew he wanted them to push the Conglomerate back. He hoped the information he had stolen had been helpful. He wanted to keep the clone army from finding the Earth. Everything would be destroyed when they reached the Solar System. He had seen that devastation first hand. Bolo wondered what kind of brilliance the rest of the council had come up with while he was gone. He had left himself out of the loop while inside the Conglomerate. They should have come up with some kind of solution to the problem. He wondered what that was. Maybe they had decided to attack the home planet. That might start a breakdown in the chain of command. The clones seemed to need it to keep advancing. Such an attack would face a heavy defensive array. The Conglomerate homeworld was surrounded by ships and automated stations. Bombers capable of burning the planet would have to fight their way through a system of planets designed to keep fleets at bay. It would require a fleet of super bombers, or something capable of making the sun go nova in that system and wiping everything out in one blow. Such a weapon would be just as dangerous to use as anything else they had come up with in the last few years. Would Nolgroth have such a weapon? Would he use it to save the galaxy? Would he be able to keep it from general use by the fleet? Bolo didn’t see how they were going to be able to do that once it was learned they blew out a sun to stop their enemy. Bolo fell asleep thinking about the ramifications of the plan, the logistics, and the responsibility of everything. He couldn’t allow anyone else to pull the trigger. Who could live with the guilt of executing billions of lives in a single murder? Maybe that was why Nolgroth had retired in the first place. Bolo’s world had already fought such a menace, and he knew the Conglomerate would not stop until they had wiped out every system they could reach. You were with them, or you were dead. They offered no quarter to anyone who happened to be in their way. In a situation like that, stopping the aggressor with any means at their disposal had to be considered even if it meant putting out a sun and dooming a solar system of combatants. The Conglomerate would do the same or worse to them if they could.

5 The slugs split apart in a cloud of munitions. They struck the wall in a wave of fireflies digging out divots of material as they dove to their deaths. A hole appeared as the cloud of dust settled to the ground. Bolo listened to fire alarms triggering from his assault. He inspected the hole. He could get through, but there was no way to go. The broken pipes were six inches wide. Humanoids of his stature were not expected to get inside the wall to get to the pipes. Water sprayed everywhere as he fired again. If he could dig his way out, he might be able to get out of the trap he was in. Security would love to take him apart and find out what was going on. He had to elude them, and get back to his ship. The munitions blew a hole in the wall behind the water pipeline. He jumped through in a supply closet. He eased pass the cleaning supplies, taking a disposable towel to wipe his front off as he went. He dropped the towel by the door as he slid out in the corridor. An uproar told him that he had been spotted by the security system. He ran down the hall. He had to get clear of the building somehow. He kept an eye out for elevators and stairs. Anything going up would be helpful. He spotted a set of elevator doors before he reached the end of the corridor. The doors slid open to reveal Conglomerate troopers in combat gear stepping out with weapons ready to fire. He shot from the hip first. The spreading miniature missiles struck at random. The explosions blew pieces out of the soldiers as the next shot added to the carnage. Bolo fired into the elevator as he used his jets to jump over the wounded and dead. No one was in condition to stop him from blowing a hole in the support mechanism on the elevator to drop the platform to the bottom floor before he got in the shaft. He headed for the roof. They would be waiting for him at the bottom. He needed to head up. If he could get in the sky, he might have a chance to get out of there despite the security net that was being thrown for him. He fired the last of his magazine at the top of the shaft. The roof came off in bits and pieces as he pushed against it with his jets. He shoved a keystone out of the way and headed for the sky as it headed for the bottom of the shaft. He reloaded before Security tried to catch up to him. He frowned at the visible trail he was leaving but it had to be done. When he got the chance, he would try to use his disguise to blend in. He felt that was blown. They would know they were looking for him. His disguise might not hold up at this point. It looked like getting off the planet was the best choice for him at this point. The Conglomerate would never give up looking for him if it thought he was still on the planet causing trouble. He doubted he could plant another spy on the planet unless they were someone who looked like the inhabitants better than he did. He forced himself to concentrate on the readings his helmet gave him. The future was nice, but he had to get away from the tenacious army trying to capture him first. He needed to be picked up and head out of the system before the armed forces could catch him. Time to call in the calvary. Bolo sent a burst message with his helmet radio. The signal piggybacked on local messages being sent offworld to invasion forces. The ship sent a reply as it started engines and pushed off to retrieve him. All he had to do was stay long enough for it to drift into the atmosphere, locate him, and pick him up and head out of the system. That didn’t sound that hard when he thought it but Conglomerate fighters appeared to disagree with him. Bolo wanted to use the traffic as cover, but air cars moved away from him to give his pursuit a clear lane of fire at him. He would have to use the buildings and hope to shake them. His own ship gave him a check-in. He pointed himself in that direction. He had to get to his pickup. Pulses of light blasted at him as he swooped and swerved. Windows and parts of air cars melted under the intense fire. He dove to blend in with traffic and to use ground cover to his advantage. The pulses of light followed as he went. The soldiers didn’t seem to care about anyone getting in their way as they followed Bolo. He supposed that when your population is nothing but clones, everyone is disposable. That seemed to be the rational for their brute force methods for their expansion. Throw bodies at the problem until it was gone. That worked as long as you had a way to make more bodies faster. Bolo used the ground traffic as an obstacle course as he jetted across the city. Buses and trains rolled on predetermined routes. Pedestrians sought cover instead of getting in the way of their comrades in the air cars. His helmet warned him more and more troopers were joining in on the chase, moving to cut him off. He didn’t dare stay out in the open with so many troopers working against him. He had to get out of the open with exits that couldn’t be covered. He checked his ship. It was drifting down a few miles away. It was outside of the cordon so far. He had to get to it. It was time to cause a distraction. Bolo turned, hovering in flight as his jets adjusted to the new direction of travel. He emptied his magazine at the fleet of air cars behind him. He wasn’t trying to hit anything in particular, just trying to cause the pilots to do something stupid. The barrage of miniature munitions blew apart on the armored skins of the cars. Some hit the cannon on the lead car. It exploded, setting fire to the gunner. That caused the pilot to head into a building and crash land through office furniture and low level workers. The second car lost part of a jet and the pilot had to fight to stabilize it as it headed down. The rest of the pursuit came on. Few of the missiles had gotten through and the damage was minimal. Bolo reloaded as he charged them. He tried to zig-zag so they wouldn’t have a clean shot. Pulses of light denoted hits on the buildings on either side of him. He fired at random to give himself working room. The distance wasn’t enough for the missiles to separate from the slugs so they flattened uselessly against the skins of the cars. Then he got lucky and one shell went into a jet and that car headed for the ground. Bolo swerved right and around a square office building. He checked the position of his ship and turned right again on the other side of the building. He started climbing again. He listened to the reports on his helmet. They seemed to have lost him for a minute there. He had to make the most of his head start while he had it. A sighting went out. He frowned. They were back on him like ticks on a hound dog. He kept climbing. He loaded his last magazine as he listened to cars reporting they were approaching from an angle ahead. He had to be ready so he could get by and be picked up before he was stopped. If they caught him, or his ship, the war was as good as over. He had no illusions that he could withstand torture for any amount of time. His ship would be drained dry even faster. He spotted the air cars roaring in to stop him. He fired as soon as his helmet said they were in range of his pistol. He had to cause enough confusion to get through. He activated the recall so his ship wouldn’t land and would instead head right for him. He told it to fire at any threats as it came. He ignored the answering affirmative as he kept firing at the air cars. He slipped through the cloud of falling debris as his pistol ran out of ammunition. He put it away as he roared into clear skies. He ignored the radio chatter. He only had eyes for the ship’s position marker on the visor of his helmet. Then he saw it roaring at him faster than any air car. The door of his ship opened to let him slip inside the airlock. He ordered it to go. He didn’t want to be caught so close to an escape. The ship reversed course and headed for space. Bolo cycled through the airlock. He headed for the helm, checking the holographic screens as his ship blasted out of the gravity well. The faster than light was useless until he was clear of the planet. The radio warned him that defensive ships in orbit were moving to stop him. Automatic guns spun in orbit as the call went out. He told the ship to evade until it was at the outer limit of the jump, then take them out of there as fast as possible. The ship warned him that missiles had locked on. He fired the defensive flares as the ship headed for the partition line. It looked like it was going to be close. He fired missiles behind him. He needed to keep the offense dodging just enough to make it to the line. The faster than light spiraled up to full power as the ship crossed the line. The ship had programmed random coordinates so when the threshold was reached, it blinked away from the combat. Bolo searched space when the jump finished. It looked like he had escaped from the Conglomerate. He sat back in his chair. He took a breath. He needed to get back to Nolgroth’s world and hope the others had devised a better plan to beat the Conglomerate before they ate up the galaxy. He took a sighting and turned to sail toward his goal. He needed to get the ship checked out to make sure there was no bugs on it first. The Conglomerate didn’t seem to believe in sneaky, but who knew? Maybe someone in their command structure recognized he needed more intelligence to crush the Alliance that struggled against him.

Horace Kirk is Flash Step. Normally capable of speeds of three hundred miles an hour, Kirk is capable of boosting his speed by passing through objects in his path. This tends to cause the objects to explode, but that doesn't bother Kirk at all. CES

Arsenal has been asked to come in as a temporary hero from his own team, Team America. His propensity to act like a squirrel sometimes is overlooked by his CIA trained mind, and coat of gadgets that help him deal with problems oversight might encounter CES