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Seth, after wobbling a moment, finally goes into a "parade rest" stance. ~I still hate teleporting!~ he thinks to himself.

"I... what I know is this." he replies. "I was aboard a space cruiser, making sure it was prepped for flight. Then--" Seth pauses, shaking his head. "Then I found myself in that building; the roof was starting to fall in... there was someone flying above, rather swiftly."

Seth frowns in concentration. "Bipedal form, most likely male from size and silhouette. The face wasn't visible -- but there was a red symbol on the chest area. Something else else like a letter 'S', but more... stylized, I think the word is?"

<frowns, concentrating>

<Scans Seth for any sign of deception. Finds none.>

Stylized "S"? That...that rings a bell somehow.

Tell me, Seth, would this more resemble the Interlac "S", or the one from that dead language, English --if yo are familiar with that?

Seth considers this. "It was curved, rather than angular... would that be the English version?"

Sounds like it. Hmmm....why does that seem so familiar?

"I don't know." Seth replies. "What I wish to know is where I am? This Legion World is not a place I recall, but there might be something I recognize in the star-charts?"

Are you familiar with the United Planets? We are a separately-governed nation within their territory. We are a safe harbour for all people who wish to be free. I belong to a group of individuals known as the Legion or LMB. We use our power to serve justice wherever it is needed. Does any of this sound familiar?

Alert, Alert! Bad vibes detected in the building!, says the dulcet tones of Sentinel-1.

System shall now deal with the intruder!

*before he can't even bat an eye Lardy is hit by a Null-Power Ray and teleported inside a volcano*

Threat dealt with, have a nice day!

Sentinel-1 continues, Now Mr Gaterra how shall the Utopia assist you today?

"United Planets? Yes, I know about tha--" Seth answers, but is interrupted by Lardlad's... *dismissal*, from the room.

Seth sticks both hands in the air, as his eyes widen in shock. "All right, I surrender already!" ~They do that to him for no cause, what will they do to me?!~ he wonders.

<flies in>

Seth right? Jailbait Lass, my intern, keeps me aware of all things happening on Legion World that are related to my security officers.

I'm Cobalt Kid, the Chief of Security here. You're in the administrative offices of Actor Lad and Kent Shakespeare, the Leader an Deputy leader of the LMB. Its a long-story, but we're the super-heroes of Legion World.

Its obvious you're not the guilty party, so no need to surrender. But you look...odd. If you don't mind me saying. Do you have any powers? We might need to enlist your help.

<looks up at the ceiling>

Actor Lad, its me, I know you can hear me. Look, I know you and Lardy don't see eye to eye, but he's still a hero and he's still an LMBer. You can't just attack people! No one has the power to do that! We need you working with all of us, not just some of us.

(Why do I feel like at some point, Reboot and I are going to battle it out in the skies? Always battling other super-heroes in the skies...)

We need you at the Dark Oval Embassy when you get the chance--things are growing dire!

I'm off to check out the space-ports Seth if you're up for it. If not, I recommend finding some more LMBers here in this building, or here, in the streets of Legion World where a search is going on for a rogue Space Ranger officer. Whoever you meet, tell them you know me...most people will welcome you...

<flies off>

Seth carefully lowers his hands, but keeps them separated from each other; old habits die hard. "Powers? Yes... and that is the problem. If I tell you my past now, you'd have reason to slay me where I stand. But if I try to disprove those stories, then you'd persecute me for not telling you immediately."

incoming transmission

Seth, this is Lard Lad, here. I'm okay. What you just saw happen is personal between myself and Actor Lad. Understand that times are a little...interesting...right now on Legion World. You can trust Cobalt, though. Believe me when I say you have nothing to fear from the inhabitants of their world.

Sit tight, or if you'd prefer, we could use any power you might have to help in defense of our world.

Hope to talk again soon! Lard Lad out!

end transmission

Sentinel-1 addresses Cobalt, "This unit was just doing what it was needed to protect all inhabitants of the Utopia and LW in general including recent arrivals. Be glad I was generous this time and didn't use my Massive ChainGuns of Doom. You have shown a disregard for AI entities recently. Why you've even forgot about your lovable robot sidekick S.H.A.G., who is currently going through a bout of depression. Not that you have noticed with all the skirt-chasing you do. You have also been changed as an accessory to The Odious Odorous One's crimes so forgive me if I am suspect of your actions. Oh and by the way Actor isn't available at the moment. He's in an important meeting. Please leave a message and he will get back to you as soon as possible. Have a nice day!"

Hrun walks in with a Space Ranger helmet in his hands.

Sentinel 1 looks at Hrun and, if this possible for a computer, screams in rage

“You, its You! How dare you. I.. I… I …”, it spluttered, “Where did you put it, come on I know you took it”

Hrun smiles the sort of smile that women faint at, “Sentinel 1, my love, you know I have no idea what you are talking about”

“Don’t you try to sweet talk me you ,…you…Barbarian you” says Sentinel 1

The Chain Guns of Doom suddenly swing into position and train onto Hrun.

Moving quickly, Hrun throws two small daggers into the targeting computers on top of the Chain guns of Doom and dives out of the Utopia before Sentinel 1 can compensate.


“merowww” says Stoopid cat “what did you do to upset Sentinel 1”

Hrun smiles at the memory, “tis a long story most noble feline, one night as we share mead and meat at my hall and enjoy the company of many many dancing girls, mayhap I shall share it with you. Be we must move on. I fear this Helmet may be an important clue.

Seth tries to get out of the line of fire in the argument between Sentinel-1 and this new person. Wincing as the latter leaves, he addresses Sentinel-1.

"First, I believe it would be best for your safety if I can establish where I am." His voice lowers. "I know that in the last place I was at, my counterpart there was one of the most feared and hated supervillains in the galaxy. If that's true here... you may have to turn me over to your United Planets' executioners, to save yourself."

"If you still allow me sanctuary despite that--" Seth winces more visibly, "A visit with your medics would help. With luck, my ribs are only bruised, not fractured."

*ActorLad enters dramatically*

"Go on with your story, we don't hold beings reponsible for the actions of their Evil Alternate selves, clones, robot doubles, mystically created twins, etc."

Seth nods to ActorLad. "I am -- was, technically by now -- from Angtu, at the edge of the Asteroid Archipelago. The War had been going on for ages, between whatever sides were strongest... but my father and I found that it, and Angtu itself, couldn't survive much more. The chem-weapons that we used against our enemies poisoned us as well..."

Seth's fists clench. "We *tried* to warn them -- but I was dismissed as a freak, and he was mocked as a coward. By the time they saw the truth, the biosphere was collapsing. I searched for survivors, but I was the only one left. At the end, I sought to dig my own grave, fall far enough that it would kill me..." His face is haunted. "Somehow, I struck a weapons cache or one of the proton jelly storage tanks. When I awoke -- Angtu's remains were shattered beneath me, as I drifted in space."

"The United Planets... they could have noticed that the comm-signals from Angtu had fallen silent, they could have investigated. But they didn't bother to save us..." Seth's voice grows colder. "But their government, their Science Police -- they knew I existed, and they declared me a threat. Without a trial, without a warrant, without even letting me know... they declared me guilty of genocide, and came in shooting to kill."

He pauses to catch breath, before continuing...

"I tried to evade them," Seth continues, "but between their own attacks and my attempts to escape, the hull was breached. I... found out later, that some of them didn't survive that." Seth shuts his eyes a moment, then resumes the story. "Then the United Planets sent their Legion, their official superhero team, to go after me. If any of them were over their 18th sunturn, I'd be surprised... but for their youth, they were effective. I was captured, and thrown into Takron-Galtos. And there I stayed... until the Sun-Eater."

"The United Planets called up four of the five most wanted criminals, for they had been designed and trained to fight the Sun-Eater... but they'd been driven criminally insane in the process. As for me, I was the last of that group; they figured anyone who destroyed worlds would make a decent weapon against it. And that was the creation of the Fatal Five. And we were sent into battle alongside the Legion to face the Sun-Eater -- or so I'd been told."

"But Tharok and the other three had been told that the Fatal Five's true purpose was not only to kill the Legion, but also to reignite the war between Braal and Titan. I only found out when Tharok was about to launch megabombs on Titan's capital -- and I couldn't let another world perish, not on my watch." Seth shakes his head sadly. "Despite that, the Legion didn't believe I wished to help them. Nor did they wish to tell the authorities that I'd aided them... so I was thrown back into my cell once the battle was over."

(OOC: ActorLad, you can speak up any time now?)

(OOC sorry man, I'm in the middle of chatting with some friends so I wasn't paying attention.)

"Quite an interesting story, well I welcome to our humble community and hope you ask for any help you need so should you require it. There are some guest dorms a few doors down if you need to freshen up, rest, whatever. Make yourself comfortable."

(OOC: It's okay. Figured I should let someone else talk. )

Seth blinks several times. "Then you've never heard of Mano in this place? I... am surprised." He looks down at himself. "I've learned not to require much, in order to survive. But some medical treatment -- and another set of clothes -- would be appreciated?"

"Well I have heard of Little Mano of PS83725 known for destroying his rivals at patty-cake. Also The Man-O known for his hand-jive routine but not just Mano. Anyway go ahead and visit our state of the art medical facilities. We also have Athramite tailors on call to take care of any wardrobe emergencies. I'll inform both agencies to be expecting your presence."

"Thank you again! I only hope I can be of sufficient service to repay your kindness." Seth manages a formal bow, then departs for the medics.

*drops by to give ActorLad a device*

Dual-purpose. One's a force-field, just in case, the other should be obvious shortly...

Thanks dude, I appreciate it. I know I can always count on you.

<Cobalt stops and thinks for a minute>

(Bloody Liberty...Sentinel-1 is right, dammit. Though not how he thinks it. I haven't been chasing skirts...I've been so busy having an honest monogamous relationship combined with my never-ending duties here on Legion World that I haven't given S.H.A.G., one of my most loyal pals, the time of day in forever. Perhaps its time I start making time, and getting rid of all these jobs and posts I've maintained for so long?

Anyway, I need to fix it now. My relationship with Actor Lad and Reboot has always been rocky, but I believe we have the same goals. But S.H.A.G. has stood by me before, and I'd feel better if he did so again.)

<Hands S.H.A.G. a bottle of 1959 Motor Oil, some of the finest that can be found on Legion World.>

Hey little buddy. Forgive an arrogant jerk for getting caught up in the everyday mix? Things are about to get rough around here, and I'd feel better if you were by my side like the old days.

I'll even let you yell at me like old times too when you think I'm being unfair to your fellow AI or anyone else.

<S.H.A.G. zaps Cobalt in a way that is similar to a bi-pedal 'high-five'.>

Let's go get 'im pal!

<Cobalt tosses Sentinel-1 a bottle of motor oil.>

Don't work to hard Sentinel-1! Have a drink on me!

<flies off>

<crashes through the rooftop, smashing through artificial intelligence>

You.

<rips apart an entire wall and hurls it at Seth Gaterra.>

<fires heat vision at Actor Lad, who is only protected by Reboot's forcefield device.>

<Before Actor Lad can use Reboot's other device, exits to the Dark Oval Embassy >