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LEGACY in THE LEGACY WARS
She awoke wide awake. Which was very unusual for her for she
always struggled to wake up; it was a fight she staggered
through and limped away from still hours latter. But tonight,
and yes it was still night, for the full moon was up and
raging its pale milky spotlight just outside her bedroom
window. Tonight she awoke with a sudden start. Fully and
utterly awake. So much so that she instantly convinced
herself that she was still dreaming. But never before had she
been in such an intensely real vivid dream and felt so dry
bones breathless bodiless aware.
There was a man in her room. Her father had never married her
mother and had never lived with them or paid any child
support and on the few occasions she had seen him she had
referred to him to his face as, 'the sperm donor.' So there
had never been a man in her room before. Not even in her
dreams or nightmares. So this was a first.
There seemed to be no sexual hint or suggestion to the man or
the dream so she was already a little disappointed that such
a realistic dream was going to be so dull and lifeless of
romance. Not that she ever considered herself a romantic.
There were no Malabo Barbie Doll Dream Houses in her closet.
No Pony Princes Rainbow Collections under her dust bunny
ranch bed. There was a poster of Jack Kerouac smoking a
cigarette upon her wall next to a poster of Paris with a
German swastika emblazoned blimp hovering over it in
spotlights and a Donna Tartt The Goldfinch dog eared upon her
floor amongst the piles of clothes before the empty dressers.
Still a dream boy friend would have been nice.
This was no dreamy boyfriend. A little old for her; must be
in his early forties. He was naked though. Sort of. He had
blue skin covered with odd symbols and he was sitting cross
legged hovering in the air with his chin upon his hands,
elbows upon knees. They were in a bubble of blue light
glowing swirling light which added to the intensity of the
gibbous moon light. But the light did not seem to hurt her
eyes. This added to the sensation that this must be a dream
and perhaps that as well as the fact that a blue skinned
floating man was silently regarding her kept her from feeling
any surprise or alarm.
She sat up in bed wearing her over-sized Cure T-shirt the too
large neck slipping down over one shoulder showing no bra
strap. The rumpled and needing badly washed comforter
covering her panties and bare legs and socks.
She didn't even blink at the guy or rub her eyes; she had no
sleep in her eyes.
She was wide awake like an actress on her tenth take who
couldn't even fake it anymore. Bed-head hair and crumbling
make-up but you don't get another yawn or cotton mouth lip
smacking Spielberg that one is in the can; trash or take it's
your wake.
The man was not blinking as well. His eyes glowed a soft gold
and he started speaking to her as he hovered there glowing.
It seemed perfectly natural. It was a dream after all. "Let's
try this a different way. See if it works like this. The
cosmos is a big place with a lot going on in it." He spoke in
a very quiet very soothing voice full of easy smiles and
fluffy kittens. He spoke like a cold blooded killer too jaded
to care about anything.
"Without the transfer so many big words. So many
unpronounceable yet easily acceptable syntax stick in the ear
that would have settled so easy born in the brain. So let's
say there is a Mister A and a Mister B and a Mister C and a
Mister D and a Mister E and leave it at that. That is complex
enough for any beginning."
The man just floated there not locked in one place but
remaining on the side of the small bed room between her bed
and the drape drawn window. She had a vague twinge of
confusion because he seemed to filling up more and less space
than he should. The room seemed much higher and wider and yet
not as high and wide as it should.
"Mister A is the good guy. Of sorts. We must keep it simple."
He was a big blue lily pad floating and bobbing in place
drifting a little and he was doing all the talking.
"Mister A is fighting wars against all those other Mister
letters I have listed. Mister D and E think of humans as a
resource. Cheap slaves or food. We should thus think them bad
though of course they would find such a classification
confusing and insulting. Do you think of cows and water as
good or evil? Would you like it if they called you bad?"
She thought of the large caterpillar in the Disney version of
Alice in Wonderland. The blue skinned man should be smoking a
pipe, a hookah. Not that she would allow anyone to smoke in
her room. Of course Kerouac was smoking away. Smoking and
talking. Talking and smoking away.
"So Mister A is a good guy because he is fighting against
Mister D and Mister E who would harvest us and this planet in
the most indifferent and off hand manor. But he is fighting
Mister B and Mister B hates violence and war. Mister B is
very old and has covered many, many galaxies with his people
and civilization.
Mister A is tiny and is fighting a war of conquest to take
some of those most remote already established worlds of
Mister B. So Mister A is not a good guy. Even simple things
remain complex."
Words were frozen smoke in the mouth of Kerouac but from the
blue skinned man his words seemed to just 'be' in the room.
They were already there. They filled it. They emulated from
him but it was like they were already present just like he
had been when she woke. And he was pushing the words around
with his finger tips and arranging them in place like box
cars on a toy train. She could not remember what she had been
dreaming about before she found herself awake in this dream.
She could not remember waking up.
"Mister A makes planets, that have sentient beings he can
use, fight for him. A war tax he places upon that race. He
does not ask nor does debate about such things. One does not
discuss the nature of thirst with a river or a well when one
is passing by thirsty."
It never once occurred to her to speak. She now suddenly
thought how odd that was.
"Upon this planet, Earth. Mister A placed a seal upon forty
humane beings. The number forty corresponds to the number ten
in our understanding of space and time. So he chose ten in
his numerical system of people to bear his seal. Forty
axillaries. And set that they should serve from sundown to
sunset. Twenty four hours. A measure we can understand."
Such a lazy dry moment inside the blue bubble. She found it
utterly perplexing that she kept seeing things as now and as
then at the same instant! That bothered her and then of
course promptly forgot it bothered her or found it perplexing
at all.
"Mister A gave these forty seal bearers fantastic powers. But
they weren't fantastic to Mister A. It was just a basic
military kit to him. The forty were to be used as canon
fodder. As faggots to be tossed into the trenches. Such is
ever war."
Other than sit up in bed with her hands pointing behind her
and her arms stiff to support her and her to turn her head at
the blue skinned floating man she had not moved. Had she? She
seemed to see everything in the room. But suddenly everything
in the room seemed to be nothing really at all.
"If one of the seal bearers fell in battle. Well then they
died. They simply vanished from the Earth. But if one
survived their tour of duty they were returned and all memory
of their twenty four hours of service was erased from their
minds."
The blue skinned man seemed to be making a point or avoiding
one. She realized he was not drifting but was some how
tethered. He bobbed like a skiff moored in the middle of a
babbling river. This realization made her feel very excited
and proud and confused when it then seemed to mean very
little at all. After all she hated boats and swimming. She
didn't much care for bathing that much.
"Mister A keeps a list. Mister A keeps many lists. One list
has all the former seal bearers who did very well during
their tour of duty. Sometimes when Mister A finds a more
experienced and skillful seal bearer of use Mister A will
call again upon one who has already served. This is rare for
though Mister A never makes and contract or communication
with worlds that Mister A has not bothered to conquer but all
within use; Mister A has it's own sets of values and morals
and one of these is not to use one who has been used again."
Her thoughts were open. Her thoughts were her own.
"Mister A has another list. It is a list of those who managed
to survive their tour of duty but did not perform very well.
These are never called upon again. Obviously."
There seemed to be far less words in the room now. The blue
skinned man was using them up. He was coming to the end of
his talking. She wondered if the words that had been use up
were now inside of her; for she knew they still existed and
had not vanished.
"Wars live and die and live again. They flow and ebb. The
battles crawl about and leap and crash. Mister A is no longer
fighting close by to this planet. For a long time now the
Legacy has not been called upon to be used."
Shouldn't her arms be tired. Why wasn't her arms tired.
Surely she had been holding up her body by her arms stiff
like this for a while now. This was, given the receding
giving nature of a bed mattress to sink in and place more
weight upon the wrists than the palm, a very uncomfortable
way to sit up. She suddenly realized that she had thought
about her sitting up and her arms before. This was another
realization like the blue man being some how boat anchored
that thrilled her. She realized her awareness was taunt
strings and they were thrumming.
"In that gap of true useful need the war tax was still
methodically mechanically collected. Every twenty four hours
a new batch was randomly chosen to bear Mister A's seal and
serve their tour of duty. But there was no immediate pressing
need for them. The war was too far off for them to be
useful."
To her fear, a sudden presence this fear, she had a third
continuation of thought and thus realization and that was
that her awareness was indeed stretched too stretched and she
felt this alarm of it breaking.
"Without real need. Those that fell in battle; their seals
were not returned back into use but collected up by Mister A.
So that the number forty fell to six and this was a number so
small Mister A considered the war tax upon this planet to be
suspend even though it thus continued."
Her new fear kept her from having any other thoughts.
"When one gets their kit. Their powers it comes instantly
with a history. A knowledge. A hive mind collective
understanding and awareness. All is understood and one obeys
the orders given. One does their tour of twenty four hours
and the seal, the kit, is removed and that is all there is to
it."
The fear seemed to be increasing. Like a darkness was filling
the room. A shadow passing over the full white moon.
"But when they take that kit away. When they break that seal
all those powers cease to ever having been. What if in the
lax of time one of the war tax Legacies; for that is what
they are called. What if one of them did not WANT to shed
such incredible power."
The blue skinned man looked at his own hand and then his
forearm. No shadow had passed over the moon. The sphere of
light of the blue glowing bubble had not dimmed. It was a
darkness creeping up around the edges of her eyes. She could
see lightning flashes there in the edges. Like long strands
of hair swimming upon her eyes. Sudden white then gone.
"War's are wasteful. By nature and by design. Mister A left
many more than forty seals lying about. To be at hand if
needed. To increase the war tax as necessary. But secured.
Hidden. Too well hidden no path to follow. There were forty
and then there were six. Unused, no orders, there was space
to brood and ponder and think and one of the Legacy found a
crack, a way out, a way to keep their power and extend their
seal unbroken. A hive mind consciousness turned so far away
to so many other more important pressing things. They see,
they saw, they are busy."
The darkness was the skin of her fear. Not her fear alone. It
was the fear of many others as well. Others were trying to
speak to her. Others had been trying to speak to her. But the
blue man controlled all the words in the room. And the words
were running out.
"It is random but in the end a decision is made. The
mechanics of the decision of who the seal passes to must out
of simple brute necessity be decided by the blind-fault
system of the whole thing BEFORE the exchange is made. There
is no moment when the Legacy is not. The war tax self
perpetuates its self by design. Even when it is unnecessary
it is."
The room was so cold. It had been nothing before but now it
was freezing. Every new substance that was coming into being
in her room was decidedly unpleasant.
"All one has to do. Is wait for the system to make its
choice. To select by whatever random elements are set in
place for said choice making and having made it remove the
selected choice. Simple. The system is not designed to make
another choice for another twenty four hours. The current
seal can not be exchanged so the power is left unbroken. The
individuality increases as experience and understanding is
gained versus the hive minds stagnation of no orders."
There were no more words left in the room. A very cold dim
room where nothing had changed or would change for ever.
"I don't want to kill you. I did not want to kill any of the
others. But by killing you I get to keep my powers. By
killing you I gain in strength. I did not want to kill any of
the Mister B's or Mister C's or Mister D's or Mister E's
though the Mister D's and Mister E's are very hard to like.
But I did and have. I did that because I had orders as a
Legacy from Mister A and during my many, many tours I
continue to fill what orders I receive. But anymore orders
are few and far between. It is mostly just static and
silence."
"There are six Legacies left." He looked up and gestured with
his chin over his shoulder out the window into the white blue
sky of moon and shadow. "I am here. But the other five are
just hovering up there. In the sky. Just waiting. For orders.
They know I am here. They know I am going to kill you. They
know I am doing that so I can keep my seal and keep my
powers. They may even know that what I am doing is wrong. But
they do nothing. They just float up there ridged as posts.
Invisible to the world of men. Waiting for orders."
"Sunset is when the Legacies are exchanged. This is three
a.m. You are the next one I have to kill to keep my god like
powers. So why am I here. Telling you this instead of waiting
for the system to know it has picked you. I have done this so
many times now that I even know before it does. So why tell
you an entire day of light before the time. Why. Because I
don't want to kill you. I just want to keep my powers. And
because I have an idea. It is an old idea but now I believe I
am powerful enough to achieve its success."
All the fear all the darkness vanished.
"I am going to kill all of the remaining Legacies. I will
catch their seals. I will then place one of their seals upon
you. By doing this the entire system should abort its self
and shut down. No more war tax. Mister A will know of course.
But will he care. I am telling you this because the first
thing the system will order you to do is kill me. But it will
not be an order from Mister A. It will just be local. And you
will be able to ignore it if you choose. If you attack me I
will destroy you easily and this attempt to spare your life
will at least allowed me to break the system and stop the
killing I have had to do for the past ten years to keep my
powers. You should sleep now. I will not return until sun
set. I must use as much of the system as it is designed as
possible. I am trying not to kill you. It means something to
me even in face of such powers and freedoms. I am your...
sperm donor."
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At sunset the blue skinned man returned and placed a seal
upon her forehead. And then he vanished with the last of the
shackles binding him severed he went off to explore infinity
leaving eighteen year old Rey Gunnz the last of the Legacy on
Earth. With the local system down (it did in its last gasp
order her to kill the blue skinned man but she ignored it)
there was no hive mind conciseness, no Mister A and his
distant orders, no instruction booklet for her powers,
nothing but her standing alone on her apartment roof top
watching the stars come out.
Rey, or Legacy, had purple skin instead of blue and out of
modesty she managed to fabricate with her mind blue eye mask
and blue mini-dress and mini-cape and mini-boots and wrist
gloves. Making fabric and keeping it on her rather than it
fading away took some concentration and effort at first. So
she kept the garments few and small which made the costume a
bit risque but considering the alternative was either
slipping in and out of street clothes or buck nakedness she
thought she was showing surprising modesty.
She liked the retro-style of her 60's mini-dress and go-go
boots ensemble and it went with her short hair bob cut of
blue hair. Parted in the middle and curled at the tips
forward in swoops at the side of her face it gave her fresh
face a nice look. Her large eyes were now a glowing gold but
at least her teeth were still perfect and white.
The blue skinned man (she could not think of him as her
father) had told her that with the system down she would not
lose her powers after twenty four hours were up.
Since her powers were no longer on a time set schedule she
could turn her powers off and return to her normal look and
powerless state at any time. The seal on her forehead would
vanish when she was de-powered and to summon her powers back
she would need to touch the seal and concentrate.
She soon found through trial and much error that it was very
easy to dispel her powers and turn from a purple skinned girl
with super powers back into her normal pale skinned civilian
form but a LOT harder to concentrate and summon her powered
self back.
As far as summoning her powered self AND have it appear
wearing her costume, well that was impossible. She always had
to summon her power-self and THEN concentrate again to summon
her costume. To keep the costume from disappearing after she
summoned it she had to keep a small part of her conscious
mind on imagining it.
Since a sudden unexpected sneeze on her part or a sudden
yapping of a small unseen dog could startle her and make her
lose this focus and thus be in that instant stark naked;
there was a nagging debate within her wether she should not
attempt to sew up her own costume and physically wear it.
Of course having a costume at home where one could sneak up
to the roof and slip into it would be convenient. But she had
no such costume and she couldn't sew and still being in high
school with no part-time job and her mother struggling to pay
the bills with her two full time jobs made the idea of
dropping seventy bucks on a pair of white go-go boots a bit
absurd. So the ease and no money cost of using her mind to
make her own costume won out for the time being. If she got
startled or confused well then the men of the world would get
their cheap thrills seeing a teen age purple skinned girl
with a 5' 2'' 102 lbs 38 GG-cup 22 36 naked body with a large
patch of blue untrimmed pubes. So be it!
She also found that transforming from an un-powered state
into a powered form while wearing any clothes of any kind was
very difficult. She thankfully realized this was why her
father was probably naked in her bed room. He was generating
a shell around them to keep their conversation secret from
the local system that Mister A had in place and the hive
consciousness of the Legacy which of course Mister A had
constant access to as well. Well either that or her sperm
donor was a major perv.
If the costume/nude thing was a bit of a downer than the
powers themselves more than made up for it. She could fly.
She could turn incorporable, which made her transparent,
which was not the same of as being invisible because everyone
could vaguely see her there but it did let her travel through
solid objects and it meant nothing solid could hurt her,
though she found out quickly that sound waves could still
effect her in this ghost like state.
She could pick up a small car but not a buss. She could pick
up a moped and fly, rather slowly, but she could not pick up
the small car and fly.
She could send out a shock wave from her sigil in the center
of her forehead that could knock stuff about. Shatter a
window, knock over a mail box, or trash can, or push a
dumpster on wheels about a bit. Did not push a car over or
uproot a tree but it made spinning glass door to a restaurant
whirl like crazy.
She could use her forehead sigil to pick small items up as
well. But since the shove and pick up mental commands seemed
so close together a lot of items she picked it and was trying
to float to her suddenly ended up being thrown at her with
some force. It was going to take a lot of practice to get
that down.
But her main weapons were her right palm and left palm. The
right palm fired a visible ray that struck items with
considerable force. Unlike her forehead sigil which did not
increase or decrease in power over distance the right hand
palm ray did increase in power the closer something was to
her and decrease in power the farther away the target was
from her.
The right hand ray seemed to begin several inches in front of
her palm so she could make a fist and aim with that as well.
She found she could make her right hand into a finger
pointing thumb up 'gun-hand' and that increase the accuracy
of her aim. With that in mind and her success at mentally
creating her own clothes she made a ray gun and tried using
that. The ray gun increased her ray beam's accuracy and power
amazingly so much so that she quickly fashioned a white ray
gun and white hip holster to hold it.
This proved very effect and fun but it gave her mind yet even
more items to juggle in her consciousness to keep from
vanishing. As such she sacrificed her small white panties
under her short purple pleated mini-skirt and increased the
cleavage of her mini-dress a lot more than she had been
initially comfortable with. But for such a kick ass ray gun
it was worth it!
Her left palm produced a defensive see-through sphere around
her body.
The round shell was about twice the size of her body in its
default easy to use setting and she could drop herself off a
skyscraper and let herself fall and shatter the pavement
without any jarring or damage to herself. It could turn
bullets easily and she could boost its power with further
concentration so it would ward off the blast of a tank shell.
It did have a few draw backs. First it did not stop gas from
entering or exiting the sphere. The tank shell would explode
outside the shield and all of its explosive force and
fragments and all other collateral force would bounce away
from the sphere but the dust raised by the explosion would
slowly seep into the sphere. You could watch huge clouds
rapidly blow past from the explosion but you could also see a
few slow clouds of dust move through the sphere wall moving
slowly.
As such it was not water proof either. You could drop down
out of the sky and the impact upon the ocean would not be
felt as the surface waves where exploded away but very slowly
the sphere would start filling up water. You could float for
a while but not for long.
You could use your flight power to push down into the ocean
with your shield up and it would keep air in there for you to
breath until it slowly filled with water. Eventually you
would drown but the crushing forces of the deep would never
touch you.
Likewise you could jump into the water and then form the
sphere around you and fly up and you would be carrying a
sphere full of water. Which you could then dump on a fire or
a person who needed to cool off.
Unlike the ray gun the shield sphere was tricky to use. It
had many quirks no doubt because she had no understanding how
to readily use it properly. For example; if she was standing
on a rug and cast her defensive sphere. The sphere would
always be set with its center on her; so standing on a floor
it would pass into the ground or floor beneath her. Yet
anything that pre-existed before the sphere was generated was
in a sort of weird limbo in relation to the sphere's own
influence. As such the rug though the part she was standing
on was in the sphere you could set the rug on fire and it
would very slowly burn through the shell and slowly burn the
rug she was standing on. You could not though grab the
exposed rug outside the sphere and yank it and cause her to
fall.
The best way to think about the shield sphere was that it was
a force field that stopped force but not chemical reactions
and that all permeable nature could enter it slowly if it did
so without sudden violent powerful force.
The more powerful the external force pressed against the
sphere the more the sphere resisted that force from rupturing
it and entering. It is important to remember all of the
Legacy powers were based upon their own mind's filter and
designed for them to use. So Legacy could summon her sphere
shield to reflect small arms fire from hurting her and,
without dispelling the sphere, walk over to someone crouching
behind a mail box placing herself next to them so the sphere
is protecting them as well. Doing this she might pass several
solid items which would enter and leave the sphere with ease.
Even if she were running and there should be an impact of
said objects and her shield there would not be so; for the
shield passes through the filter of her mind and it thus
understands that she wants to move quickly pass these items.
Likewise if she would WANT to use her shield sphere as a
battering ram and fly it into the side of a building she
could as again the shield sphere would understand her desire
to do such.
The problem with the shield sphere was more centered on all
the dozens of unexpected things that could crop up suddenly
which would then confuse the sphere. Say an ally came up
behind you and wanted to say something to you. If you had not
seen them the shield would not let them into the shield until
you had seen them. So if they came running up to you they
would concuss themselves upon the sphere.
After much practice Legacy began to realize that the shield
sphere was actually several layers of different kinds of
protection. One could make a air tight sphere but doing so
made its concussive force defense very weak and so forth. You
could have an air tight bubble to dive deep into the sea but
the crushing force of the sea would be exerting a pressure on
you and as you changed your sphere to prevent this force from
crushing you the water would start to seep in and slowly
build up to drown you.
What's more Legacy knew that almost ALL of the battles the
Legacy had fought for Mister A had been fought in space and
on distant worlds. Surely the Legacy power must have the
ability to travel through space quickly and breath. Her own
sperm-donor had leapt up and soared away into space as soon
as the seal took hold and the system collapsed.
Rey Guunz lived in the suburbs of Delta City. A serious of
apartment complexes built along the industrial parks on the
inland side far away from the bay. Delta City was filled with
super heroines and crime and as soon as Rey had her Legacy
powers she knew she would be using them to fight crime as a
secret crime fighter. She just needed practice. Lots and lots
of practice. And knowing this she gave herself almost two
hours on that first night doing nothing but that.
Though the sperm-donor, had he bothered to be there, might
have called it goofing off rather than practice and that her
so called practice more or less was her merandering her way
in the general direction of downtown Delta City looking for
an adventure she was far from ready for; he wasn't there and
neither was anyone else of any parental or social authority
when she found herself smacking head long into a gang war.
Purse snatchers; that is what Lydia Welles as Flag Girl first
went solo against. True, Lydia had her first taste of combat
action along side Ms. Americana when the super heroine went
to rescue the kidnapped orphan, but it was purse snatchers
that she swung down on her zip line as from the background a
smiling but tense Ms. Americana crouched and watched.
Specter Girl took on three street thugs stealing blu-ray
players out of an electronics store when the city was plunged
into chaos during the three day black out. Got Gal had
ushered her off and then pretended to rush off to deal with
dozens of other looters and rioters but first she watched
anxiously from the shadows of a parking garage roof to make
sure Specter Girl had indeed got it!
Got Chick has spent years alongside Got Gal and never has
been given an official solo venture blessing.
Though she had grown up wrestling lions; Jungle Girl's fist
solo gig under the distant eagle eye of Jungle Babe's nod of
consent, was to escort a truck load of serum through not one
but two disputing war lords domains. The Jungle Queen
secretly followed her younger sister all the way; lending an
invisible hand now and then and when Jungle Girl returned in
success. Jungle Babe had gushed with so much pride and tears
of happiness over her sister that she had trouble cutting and
tieing the ceremonial leopard skin costume to denote her
successful transition from girl to woman; that to this day
Jungle Girl has more wardrobe malfunctions than any other
super heroine.
One could go on and on about the trials by fire that every
super heroine first cut her teeth on in Delta City what
dangers they undertook and what protective eye was looking
out over them as they stumbled or made a mistake here and
there; but few ever went in feet first without any warm up
stretches or back up like the purple skin girl Legacy did.
Nor did any take on such a mismatched opponent. For when Rey
Gunnz lowered herself out of the sky to shout, "STOP!" She
did so in the middle of four of the toughest street gang
members in lower Delta. Over four hundred armed thugs. Three
hundred of them still on their feet and kicking. And as the
fight was in the naval junk yard beyond Seventh where the
remains of that precincts police station still smolders; the
chances of any police incursion was far and remote.
Three gangs wanted the freshly annexed suburbs of Toll and
Bell Island as well as the new shore line businesses and
housing of Green Banks. The pipe line from the gang
territories to these new Delta City additions was through the
triangular hub off the wharves called Black Eye Gate. The
people in the new annexes might more commonly use the bridges
and ferries to the north, but the drugs and illegal
trafficking was going to go through Black Eye Gate and its
accesses.
The naval junk yard sat in the tip of Black Eye Gate and it
made a good place to decide this very lucrative matter once
and for all. Over a month of drive by's and small hits had
resolved nothing and the larger more powerful crime elements
had simply been too busy with the opportunities the new
federal government was handing out to look up our of the
trough and down their snout at Black Eye. There would always
be time latter for picking up the pieces once the Ronald
McDonald Rump of D.C. had finished carving up the United
States of Amnesia.
Three gangs wanted the fresh meat before the city very slowly
extended its services to the their new conquest. For a while
they were just being squeezed for tax money by the city. What
services they already had were being taken over and left in
limbo. Promises made would take years to be realized. In the
meantime, it was a brand new unrestricted drug highway into
Delta City! As well as an export express lane for stolen
goods to all parts known and unknown.
Three gangs; the Lo Tigers, a farm team for Tu Phat, the
Desperado's, the largest gang involved, and the Gently Boys,
based out of Gently Street and the smallest in number by a
long chalk but these were the errand boys of the Target
family who were big in shipping and construction; as such the
Gently showed up heavily armed with assault riffles and full
automatic pistols.
The Desperado's had increased their already large numbers by
dragging another gang into the battle with them, the Wraiths.
The Wraiths were an odd gang in that it held no territory.
They were comprised out of homeless youth who often
disappeared into the sewers or sections of the condemned
areas of the city. Anyone who could venture at will down into
the mutiod and breeder and monster filled sewers and live was
someone to be avoided at all costs.
By the time Legacy had arrived the large scale gang war
battle had been going on for several minutes and the junk
yard was a blaze with car fires and littered with bodies. The
Gently Boys had gotten the better of it taking few loses and
inflecting many. However, as many a general has moaned, bows
are no good without arrows. And the Gently were out of ammo
and wondering why no one had brought more than they had.
The Desperado's had taken the most loss as by sure volume of
size they were the larger target. They had little choice but
fill up the middle of the junk yard and putt all the other
gangs on their collective cauldron 'front'. So they took all
the firepower from the Gently Boys savage one puff onslaught.
While simultaneously dealing with the martial art acrobatics
of the Lo Tigers who were utterly shielded from fighting
anyone else by the bulk of the Desperado's pressing up
against them.
The Wraith's had wisely held back in the Desperado ranks
until they heard the empty hammer falls of the Gently Boys
and then they made their surreal presence known; one has
never truly been in a fight until you see someone take two
fingers of their hand curl them slightly and then slap a man
in the neck and then watch that man's severed head go
tumbling back and bouncing off the tarmac like a gutter ball.
Even the Lo Tigers inched further into the Desperado,
embracing their attacks, to avoid the pale odd smoldering
jacketed Wraiths.
A sudden car explosion ripping though the slaughter had
opened up a space almost in the center of the fighting and it
was into this center that Legacy had slowly lowered herself
down while barking out orders for everyone to stop fighting.
The Coast Card cutter off the tip of Toll Island watched
through mounted night vision binoculars the purple skinned
girl descend and checked their watches for the umpteenth
time. They knew they would be waiting for quiet a bit longer
before the land based police forces gathered at Maiden's Head
and made a slow steady sweep down through the Black Eye Gate.
These were fathers and husbands and mothers and wives; not
soldiers and no one wanted to die to bring to a stop some
punks killing themselves with high grade army tech versus
their police issued Wal-Mart bulk purchased shot guns. In
fact, some of the hold up was because the China made plastic
pieces of the firearms kept falling off and clattering on the
ground.
The arrival of a super heroine was producing some welcome
chatter on the radios as there was some doubts of Ms.
Americana or Omega Woman or Got Gal being in the city at the
moment. Considering they had been live that evening on the
six o'clock news in Europe speaking at an emergency
conference trying to assure the delegates that the current
president of the United States was not going to make war on
Amsterdam because said city had brought a lawsuit against him
for forty million dollars as well as charges of fraud and
conspiracy in his recent business practices there; this in
despite of said presidents repeated public news conference
statements where he screamed he was going to 'Nuke the shit
out of those white (n-word) clock making fagots!'
Legacy's arrival may have smoothed the nerves of the official
spectators shuffling along the side lines but it did nothing
to calm the blood lust still bubbling in the combatants now
all around her. What it did do was give the slightly nervous
and giddy young girl ample practice with her white laser gun
and her defense sphere.
She learned for example that she could not 'fire' her right
hand weapon in any form if her shield sphere was 'up' and
active; but she could use her forehead seal to pick up a man
who was making crude comments about her large breasts because
she kept getting caught up in the fighting and her top kept
disappearing. And using said man as a club to pummel other
men who kept shooting and smacking their fists and feet and
chains and tire irons and knives and yes, even rocks, at her
shield sphere.
"Yep, really liking the shield sphere." Legacy said as a
sudden grenade bounced off the top of it and plunked into the
hood of a man wearing a hoodie jacket. Fortunately it turned
out to be a smoke grenade for the guy but that meant her
sphere was slowly filling up with smoke as rolls of clouds of
it hissed passed her protective bubble.
She flew up out of the smoke but the smoke that had already
seeped into her sphere rose up trapped inside of it with her.
She did the water 'plunge' un-summoning her sphere underwater
and then resummoning it again and taking the heavy load of
water and dumping it on several gang members who looked like
they needed cooling off.
The water was icy cold and she let her clothes disappear so
she could summon them back dry on her body. The gun fire had
all but ceased it was a brawl now and she took the
opportunity to hover around using her laser pistol on the
gang members; because it was a 'force' ray rather than a heat
ray it was like slapping the raging men upside the head with
a lead filled baseball bat.
She was getting a little tired. She let her pistol vanish and
just used her palm for a while. Then she started using her
forehead seal as that one seemed to take the least amount of
effort or energy from her. Soon her clothes were gone as she
struggled to remain airborne blasting combatants with her
forehead force beam until even that combination proved too
exhausting and she landed upon a stack of wobbly scrap metal.
The navy sure seemed to have a lot of old cars in their junk
yard. That seemed odd. And that was because the local Navy
Captain in charge of the junk and scrap yard for the Navy was
running a chop shop on the side. Only in Delta City.
She kept up her forehead blasting until she was down on one
knee from the effort. She felt so utterly drained.
Eventually she just collapsed on her back as the sounds of
the fighting all around her slowly died and faded away to be
replaced by the sounds of a mass exodus and the distant snap
and pop of police bullhorns.
"I have to learn some martial arts. This Legacy shit is just
too draining. I feel like I could sleep for a week!" The
young teen almost drifted off despite the noises still around
her but dragged herself back with images of her purple naked
body being handcuffed and dragged to a prison cell.
One never knew how the police would react to the presence of
a super heroine. Rey had seen as many photos of Ms. Americana
getting keys and certificates from the Mayor of Delta City as
she had seen the Queen of Justice in handcuffs being taken
into the police station.
Pulling herself up to purple knees the young Legacy shot up
into the air in a large arch coming down only long enough to
catch her breath and shoot again up in the sky and come down.
In a serious of short hops she made her naked purple skinned
way through the grinning and grim faced fleeing gang members
until she had outdistanced them and found a nice sheet metal
shed roof to lie upon and take a real rest.
She lay there naked under the stars panting. She had learned
several things from her first combat experiences; first, it
isn't how hard you hit, it's where you hit. You can keep
upping your power of your punch but if you keep hitting a
body where its best guarded like in the back or upper arm you
aren't going to drop anyone anytime soon. Just as well if you
hit with too much force you do far more damage than you need
to do. Hit in the right place at the right time and bring
your opponent down. Anything else may kill them or just piss
them off.
Second, she needed to start taking martial art courses so she
could know where she should be hitting and how hard. The self
defense courses she had taken as compulsory all through
school were utterly worthless unless you wanted to kill
someone or permanently cripple or disfigure or main them.
Of course those were not really a deterrent or issue for its
use when you are trying not to get raped or killed! But
gouging out the eyes of a purse snatcher and rendering him
permanently blind or putting a street thug into a wheel chair
for the rest of his life who was smashing a window of a pawn
shop to steal back his TV set just seemed a bit much.
Third, she needed to stay off the radar remain low key. She
sure as hell was not ready for a file on her at city hall-
"Where the hell are your clothes?"
Legacy pulled her forearm off her eyes and squinted up at a
hovering female figure above her as the full moon pinned her
upon the tin roof in its white spot light. "Ah, give me a
second." Legacy got slowly to her feet keeping an eye on the
shadowy floating figure and summoned her costume and then
summoned her ray gun in its hip holster.
"Well, that's better. Purple skin. Blue hair. Weird. I heard
the chatter on my police scanner," the figure drifted down
slowly near Rey as she tapped her neck choker. "Sounds like
you took out quiet a few of those gang bangers back there."
It was Amazing Babe. "Not to judge but a lot of those guys
are not getting back up. Heading to the morgue not the
hospital. You weren't responsible for any of that, right?"
The long haired platinum blonde nodded at the laser on
Legacy's hip.
"It shoots force beams. Like getting hit with a ball bat."
"I see. We just don't roll out the red carpet for lethal
vigilantes in this city. Everyone gets their day in court no
mater what they have done. Cute costume. Nice retro look. Got
a super heroine name yet?"
"Legacy."
"Wow. Bit esoteric and a little... egocentric. You might want
to run it through the data base at the Hall of Heroines in
the park right in front of the Wade Industries building
before committing it to any long term commitment like a belt
buckle or emblazoned top. Speaking of which you got quiet a
bit of sunrise areola peeping out of your top there. Might
want to re-think that; good in a fight for distraction, but
the soccer moms will roast you alive for it."
Amazing Babe floated back up into the air with her arms
crossed under her breasts. "We run a clean ship in this city.
We don't break anyone's balls who comes along and wants to
lend a hand. Goddess knows there's plenty to do. But wether
your a team player or lone wolf you got to know that you will
be watched and judged... by everyone." With that she gave a
little two fingered salute and soared away vanishing from
sight in an eye blink.
"Great. The cheerleader one does not like me. You only get
one chance to make a first impression and some how I pissed
the captain of the cheerleader squad off?" Legacy popped up
into the air and thought, 'fourth; you are always being
watched. Spy satellites everywhere, never land in costume or
leave in costume from your home!'
She flew across the bay water heading indirectly to her
apartment building.
It was getting late and tomorrow was a school day.
"Seriously?! I am showing too much nipple?! This from the
girl who every boy at school has at least a dozen loops of
her getting boinked in the ass while she's drooling and
crossing her eyes in orgasm?! I am not going to take fashion
advice from a super heroine who is flying around in biker
slut short-shorts with a camel toe you could pop beer caps
off in!"
Legacy made a few lazy spins as she arrow shot on letting her
finger tips slap the bay water as she spun. SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP! The rhythm increasing as she tightened
up her spin and increased her corkscrewing speed until she
came out of it as she neared shore.
"She is right about one thing. I need to register at the
Heroine Hall downtown. They don't let people be privet
detectives without a licence and you won't get any police
cooperation without signing in at the Heroine Hall. I don't
know if I will join or not, but it wouldn't hurt to sign in
and get my name and costume copyrighted. Don't want to see
little miss blondie camel toe steeling my style vibe. She was
eyeing it pretty hard."
"After that maybe I can do some practicing down in the Delta
City sewers? I have heard there are some kind of mutated
monsters down there that come up at night and grab people. I
wonder why none of the super heroines ever do anything about
that? Probably too easy. Beneath them. Well, it sounds just
about right for a starting place rookie. First thing tomorrow
I will hit the Hall and then the sewers for some under the
radar easy practice time! It will be nice to go easy on
myself after that war zone tonight!"
Legacy dropped down several blocks from her apartment
building and using the ground fog and the nearly empty
streets to her advantage dispelled her powers and jiggled
naked all the way home.
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