League of Heroes

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High over Pinnacle City, in the Finger mountains stood the mighty fortress of the League of Heroes. A group of individuals who banded together to fight injustice and to combat the rise of so-called meta-crimes.

Broadside entered the communications tower, ready for his monitor duty. Scalphunter had been behind a series of gruesome murders in the warehouse district of the city. It had taken more than the vigilante thought it would to take him out. He slowly worked his shoulder around, and removed his torn jacket. There was a hasty patch job over the wound on his shoulder, the pad was already pink from the blood. What he didn't know was that someone was already in the room with him.
 
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Rogue glanced over her shoulder when she heard Broadside come in, and shrugs. "So, how did it go?" She asks in her southern accent, barely looking away from her work.
 
Abdel strode into the communications tower, seeing two of his teammates already there. He nodded briefly in ackowledgment of them and moved over to a small console where he checked in on any local reports.

Nothing new. Although the League specifically formed to battle superpowered crime, Abdel also kept an eye on street level crime where he had gotten his start.
 
Bethany finished her last rep on the gym of the headquarters. Not too bad of a workout. She'd increased her max lift again. As Hardbody she was still the new kid in the game. She knew she still had to make her place in the team.

The next thing she had to do to finish the workout was the treadmill. Sixty seemed to be her peak running speed but that was as with her strength something she was working on. Bethany knew she had to be out in the streets more often but truth be told she was more comfortable in the clinical enviroment of the gym. She had never been out on anything like a patrol while she had been under the hand of the military. It had always been one simulation or another. One game after another to make her a weapon for the government.

But that was the past. The Government had learned what those few men had done to cover up the accident that created her. Now here she was at 19 years old with a college degree, all of her education out of her way with nothing else for a real life. They hadn't even given her an adjustment period before throwing her out into the real world. She was coping as well as she could. Being a superhero had been the idea the men from the government had had for her wasn't it?

She didn't manage to break 60 this time but oh well, there would be other contests between her and the treadmill.
 
Broadside shrugged.

"Scalphunter's back in his cell on the Basin Island facility." he said, his voice actually betraying fatigue for once. "That damn dog creature he runs with got a piece of my shoulder this time."
He glanced around. "What's been happening here?"
 
"Oh, just about the usual," Rogue says with a sigh. "Almost makes me miss Bayville."
 
Abdel continued perusing the messages, logging Scalphunter's capture into the system while he was at it.

"Nothing to report," he muttered without looking up.
 
After the workout Hardbody had gone back to her room and showered. Putting on the kevlar and spandex costume and the mask she went up to the communications room to see if there was anything going on. She was starting to actually feel restless. Self imposed work outs and training sessions were getting boring. Besides, she did need to get out and earn some street credit.

As she entered she saw three of her team mates. Rogue. She didn't know this woman well but she knew her about as well as she did any of her new team mates. Broadside was hurt. She could see that and that his dressing needed changing. Then there was Dervish.

"Hey Broadside, you want me to change that dressing for you before I head out on patrol? I figured I should get out more often and I'm a bit bored tonight." Bethany said to the room.
 
Abdel logged off from the console and turned to his teammates. "Has anyone else noticed how slow things have been this month?" There was a certain edge to his voice. It wasn't a rhetorical question at all. But then, Abdel wasn't one for small talk. They all knew he never spoke unless he had a point to make.
 
"Yeah, at least things weren't boring when I had to just deal with the Brotherhood and FOH," Rogue says with a sigh.
 
"Petulence aside," Abdel remarked, "I don't like this. The only incidents are from fourth rate villains at best. I think we should investigate what's going on."
 
"I'm going to train," Rogue says, pushing away from her spot, and heading down from the tower to the gym.
 
Abdel merely rolled his eyes and contained an exasperated sigh. "I'm going to go on patrol. If I can't find any information from our contacts, I think we should call the whole team together to figure out what's going on."
 
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Abdel merely rolled his eyes and contained an exasperated sigh. "I'm going to go on patrol. If I can't find any information from our contacts, I think we should call the whole team together to figure out what's going on."

"Sounds good Dervish," Hardbody said to the disgruntled veteran, "I'll take south side if you want to take the north. If I find anything I'll maintain communications to keep in touch." With that she left to get her Motorcycle. Repainting it had been the hardest part. When the machine had been given to her it had an american flag pattern on it but that wouldn't work for her seeing as she never got the name or main suit the government had planned for her. The Heroine Anthem would never exist now. The bike now matched the training suit she wore as her costume.

She kicked the bike to life and rode off to do patrol.
 
Hitting the hush mode on the bike she was slipping through the back alleys of the Southside. She was following the sounds of an alarm. She stopped the bike and moved on on foot to the back of the store that had the screaming alarm. A Jewelry store. You'd think the criminals would be smarter than this but the words of Dervish came back to her about fourth rate villains.

As she crept onwards to the store to make an accessment she started running possible situations in her head. Just another training drill. Get a handle on the situation and manage the take down with minimum lose of life and damage to surrounding property. She got into the store quietly and undetected. There were six of them. Four looting and two watching out. She keyed her communications rig on.

"This is Advance One..... No, I mean this is Hardbody. I have a Jewelry store robbery. Six Perps. Armed with automatics. No armor. Going...." The roar of the autofire hitting her full on. Bullets richocheted off of her as she startled. "We have fire. Repeat fire. Hardbody has the ball. Prosecuting criminals now." She moved letting her reflexes take over. The first gunman went down with a fractured jaw. The gun flying off into the store.

The second gunman was hit with the body of the first. The other four began to scan for her as she bolted headlong into them. One fist meeting a groin with the impact to hospitalize. Her elbow smashed the nose of the second man she hit. Within five seconds the other two robbers were down as well. All six men would be in the hospital for a long time. Two might have problems ever ebing "whole" again.

"This is Hardbody. Situation neutralized. Police and medical assistance is required. No collateral damage. Property damage minimal. Moving out and on. This was a nothing run. If anyone of repute was using these men they made a bad mistake." As she said this she slipped out into the night and back to her bike.
 
Dream Girl

Susan Nhato whistled a tune to herself as she walked through what she called the 'living area' of the league's base. Although she was only a junior member, and not actually been signed up for more than a couple of days, she had tried her best to get to know her team-mates. Well, their names at least

Glancing to her left as she passed an open door, Susan spotted Rogue sitting and staring out of a window. She seemed to recall that the southern belle was some sort of big-time hero with another band before coming over here.

"Penny for your thaughts..."
 
"I'm just thinking about my life," Rogue says with a sigh. "It seems I've just had one disaster after another, my powers, the Brotherhood, Magneto, and don't even get me started on Apockalypse, but at least it wasn't boring, most of it."
 
Bethany was only going through the motions of patrolling. What she was really doing was berating herself over the Jewelry store. Damn it, why did the government have to let her go. She wasn't ready for this yet. They'd never put her out in the field this green. The League had seemed like a good thing, but was it really? The others were so much more experienced than she was with maybe the exception of the other new kid Dream Girl.

Get your head cleared. None of the others would let this sort of thing get to them. So it wasn't a perfect prosecution. Get over it girl, you are after all playing a game that has different rules than you were taught. Had that been a military excercise she would have killed those men. This hero game meant she had to follow civilian rules. That meant no killing and it also meant not being too extreme in bringing in the bad guys.

She rode on along the darkened streets trying to come to terms yet again with her new life.

Reaching up she keyed her communication piece. "This is Hardbody to League tower, is there any other activity out here tonight? I'm beginning to take Dervish seriously here. There is nothing out here except rookie crooks and thugs tonight."
 
Dream Girl

Susan stepped inside Rogue's quarters and sat on the edge of her bed. "Well, yeah, I gotta admit that it's been a bit quiet here. I mean, I've only really been here for a couple of days, but it'll get better. That's normally how things go with these, ummm, villains? Isn't it?"
 
Rogue nods. "Sometimes you have to wonder what the point is, things are getting slower, but I guess we should be greatful."
 
Susan nodded. "I suppose, in a strange way, everything getting slower is sorta why we do what we do. But I get what you mean."
 
"So what's your story anyway? How'd you wind up here?" Rogue asks, she had barely talked to the new members, or anyone else for that matter.
 
"Me? Oh, well I live, or used to live, down in Pinnacle City. Used to go out on nightly patrols around to see if I could pick up any bad dreams" Susan rubbed the back of her neck and grinned nervously at the look Rogue gave her. "Well, y'know, bad, as in robbing a bank, or kidnapping that the dreamers were gonna act on. I, uhh, literally bumped into that guy, oh, what's his name? Broadside! Yeah, that's it! Anyway, he invited me up here to joing up with the team, and I just couldn't say no"
 
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