AEGIS Outreach

The ever-churning red Terminus roiled. Only the most robust or imperiled realties floating within that lethal flow of entropy could survive nestled at the heart of the Warpworld . Yet orbiting the deadly display, like Mercury to the Sun, lay a small reality. It was not robust. It was not imperiled. It was not natural. This was the gleaming and seemingly indomitable Ark of Worlds. The Ark was a successful thorn in the side to Omega, Lord of the Terminus. Reach as he may, he was not able to successfully snare the Ark in the tendrils of his Doom Coil. And so the Ark of Worlds continued its mission of recording what once was and is no more: the recording of retroactive continuity. The Ark had few needs for staff and only had a handful of residents. Cheif among them was Vicki Atom of Earth 65126 also known simply as "Prime". She was accompanied by her brother Chase Atom who had long since dispensed with any need or desire for a codename. The last of the trio from...

The Wiked Witch Cafe based out of the Ordway Observatory next to verdant Weirdly Park was always a mecca for the unexpected but now it was barely contained chaos. The sun was starting to set on a picturesque Thursday afternoon. The Cafe, normally winding down on Thursdays at this time, was completely packed. Every table and chair was out - even those with slight damage that were mouldering the store room. The inside of the Cafe was filled with a crowd that spilled not only onto the alfresco dining area but the carpark and Weirdly Park itself. There was no denying that the Cafe was profiting enormously by it's current state but somehow at the back of mind, Tommy Tonka , owner of the establishment, couldn't shake the thought that perhaps it wasn't wise to let Headmaster Hooper and the arts students of Claremont Academy convince him to open a special "open mic" afternoon and evening. It certainly wasn't that Tommy would make a loss out of the event. It wa...

Error. Cannot locate Monitor. Press F1 to continue. The tall lanky man sat easily on the overstuffed chair. His relaxed demeanour was not matched by his voice which brimmed with disappointment. “I don’t think she’s coming.” Across from the first man sat a much larger one. As he sat on an equally overstuffed couch alongside two red haired women, he leaned forward in eagerness and hopefulness. “No. She’s gotta come. Maybe she just… you know, doesn’t know.” By the window stood a third woman. Her hair was a vibrant purple. She peered absently out the window to the sprawling grounds of the Claremont Academy. In a distracted voice she responded. “It’s Emi. She already knows. She’s not coming.” The large man persisted. “Without Navigatrix, we need her. She’ll come.” The first of the red haired women spoke. She sat next to the large man with a hand resting across his leg in easy familiarity. “Then where is she?” “…” The large man remained stubbornly silent. “?” It was more a subt...

The Claremont Academy The first school to publicly announce it was a super school. Claremont was acquired, renovated, opened and run by billionaire philanthropist Duncan Summers. Claremont is built on the famous but abandoned Claremont Monastery which had a dark history, particularly the legend of the Burning Ghost. The school is located on sprawling grounds and houses the no longer secret subterranean base of the various “Next” Teams that operate out of the school. The Claremont Academy is home for a range of superteams. The most prominent is “Next Gen”, closely followed by the “Alterniteens”. Additionally Claremont students have formed a range of “Next” teams including Nexion, Nexus, Next Step and more. These other teams have highly variable membership and longevity. Professor Summers has always tolerated this as he highly values supers making their own choices and being responsible for their own actions. This cavalier attitude has met with resistance from AEGIS who believes a re...

"Ready love?" Adrian called deeper into the quarters. He juggled his squirming three year old daughter in one hand and his guitar case in the other. "Just the final check dear," Tara's voice approached.  She emerged from a side room with a rucksack over one shoulder. "I'm going to miss this place." "Yeah." He steered her towards the door. "This was fun but it's time to go home for a while." "You know we can commute you lunk. It's a single monkey-hop. No traffic at all." The spun to face him. Red hair twirled after in a wake. "It doesn't work that way." He sidestepped the small woman. The child in his arms reached for her wild hair. "They expect us to be on Campus." The child happily snagged her mother's hair and Adrian released Jennifer in smooth well practiced move. Tara again spun and hurried after Adrian. "I guess... it's just..." Adrian stopped to face T...

The glittering jewel of Arcadia spread out before the windows of the bedroom. The view was spectacular and one that only a few would ever see. The bedroom was located near the pinnacle of the Spire. The two occupants of the move had their attention on a box on the bed. "I thought you donated that to the museum." The man gestured at the red, white and blue outfit that lay in an open armoured box on the bed he shared with the woman. "I donated the others. THIS one I kept." She gently traced her fingers across the fabric, drinking in it's colour and texture. "I didn't know we had it. I don't think I've ever seen you with it." He mused. "Chase," the woman paused, "I'm not one for introspection. I've made decisions as best I could and I stand by them." Chase Anthony, husband of Director Talia Thorne of AEGIS Outreach, moved to hug his wife. "No. It's unlike you to have doubts. Something is bothering...