Freedom League Logs: Intake Day
Originally Published by Jason Cochrane on Mar 25, 2016 at 05:31 AM
The gleaming space station turned lazily on it's axis. Below it the Earth slowly passed. The space station was known as "the Lighthouse", the beacon in the night, the shining light and, of course, base of operations for the Freedom League.
By one of the viewing platforms stood a figure. It's skin was orange brick. It's kilt and cowl were the colour of green glass. It's face was impassive. Within the face two eyes glowed the dull orange of streetlights.
"Johnny Rocket," the figure intoned solemnly, "we must depart shortly. As the fastest of men I would have expected that you not make us tardy."
A gust of air preceded the arrival of a man by less than a heartbeat. "Chil, Doc. We got time."
"Captain Thunder and Lady Liberty left some time ago," Doctor Metropolis continued with little hint of emotion. "One might suspect they requested I stay to ensure that you are not late."
"Did they?" Johnny stopped for a moment. The blonde haired athletic man looked both confused and offended.
"One might suspect."
Johny looked at his unmoving companion. "After all these years I still cannot tell when you are joking and when you are not."
Metropolis shifted his gaze towards Johnny Rocket. "I have found jokes to be difficult despite my efforts. Shall we depart?"
Johnny smirked. "Sure thing Doc."
"Johnny, you may be amused by a story I heard recently. I am led to believe that three men, each of different religious affiliations, entered a drinking establishment..."
...
Johnny survey the auditorium. He had helped build it but it still seemed enormous. Around him AEGIS Operatives and Agents put the final touches of the room. Johnny turned to Captain Thunder. The white haired leader of the Freedom League smiled warmly at Johnny. It was the same smile that comforted countless people in the last few decades.
"These people look too young to be AEGIS," Johnny noted to the much taller Captain.
"They are not getting younger. We're getting older John." He clapped a friendly hand on Johnny Rocket's shoulder. "NeXt-Gen have completely replaced their roster twice since the started and yet, still, we are here. We need to oversee this new generation of heroes."
"You know Ray," spoke John using Captain Thunder's civilian name, "this is one of our better ideas isn't it?"
"Not just ours John," Ray (or Captain Thunder) beamed. "Countless people have contributed to make it easier for heroes to be heroes. It's a great honour to be part of it."
A rare moment of seriousness overcame John. "Yeah. It is."
Originally Published by Jason Cochrane on Mar 25, 2016 at 05:31 AM
The gleaming space station turned lazily on it's axis. Below it the Earth slowly passed. The space station was known as "the Lighthouse", the beacon in the night, the shining light and, of course, base of operations for the Freedom League.
By one of the viewing platforms stood a figure. It's skin was orange brick. It's kilt and cowl were the colour of green glass. It's face was impassive. Within the face two eyes glowed the dull orange of streetlights.
"Johnny Rocket," the figure intoned solemnly, "we must depart shortly. As the fastest of men I would have expected that you not make us tardy."
A gust of air preceded the arrival of a man by less than a heartbeat. "Chil, Doc. We got time."
"Captain Thunder and Lady Liberty left some time ago," Doctor Metropolis continued with little hint of emotion. "One might suspect they requested I stay to ensure that you are not late."
"Did they?" Johnny stopped for a moment. The blonde haired athletic man looked both confused and offended.
"One might suspect."
Johny looked at his unmoving companion. "After all these years I still cannot tell when you are joking and when you are not."
Metropolis shifted his gaze towards Johnny Rocket. "I have found jokes to be difficult despite my efforts. Shall we depart?"
Johnny smirked. "Sure thing Doc."
"Johnny, you may be amused by a story I heard recently. I am led to believe that three men, each of different religious affiliations, entered a drinking establishment..."
...
Johnny survey the auditorium. He had helped build it but it still seemed enormous. Around him AEGIS Operatives and Agents put the final touches of the room. Johnny turned to Captain Thunder. The white haired leader of the Freedom League smiled warmly at Johnny. It was the same smile that comforted countless people in the last few decades.
"These people look too young to be AEGIS," Johnny noted to the much taller Captain.
"They are not getting younger. We're getting older John." He clapped a friendly hand on Johnny Rocket's shoulder. "NeXt-Gen have completely replaced their roster twice since the started and yet, still, we are here. We need to oversee this new generation of heroes."
"You know Ray," spoke John using Captain Thunder's civilian name, "this is one of our better ideas isn't it?"
"Not just ours John," Ray (or Captain Thunder) beamed. "Countless people have contributed to make it easier for heroes to be heroes. It's a great honour to be part of it."
A rare moment of seriousness overcame John. "Yeah. It is."
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