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Autumn had come and she had watched the great rolling plains have their acres of golden crop be rolled up in anticipation for winter.

She rather liked the traditions here on Winath. Fall being called Autumn, like an Old earth European might say, being one of them.

The harvest had been collected by the huge industrial machines that covered acres with their swinging rotating arms and batched up and airlifted out their precious golden cargo to the nearest Trans-spatial Port in Aranda City. Now was the time for the hard working farm hands to celebrate as the Ranzz Lightning Ring estate took the traditional ten day Solstice break, not that there still wasn't work to be done. Imra Ranzz sat at a comms desk awkwardly, her pregnant belly pushing against its edges as she stretched over to rummage through the previously immaculately filed paperwork. She took a deep breath, stretched her arms above her shoulders and counted to ten. None of it helped, she was frustrated that the invoice from the Ventura Dazzleback Hotel was missing, her back pinged in protest every time she bent forward and Garth was getting all the fun this evening putting the boys to bed while she looked at the accounts.

Standing up gave her back another excuse to fire one of its annoying nips at her. As excited as she had been to find out she was pregnant again Imra knew that her slight frame, toned though it was through far too many hours to count in gyms and labouring on their farm, did not really enjoy carrying twins. Still, two months ago when she first heard the developing small minds of the delicate girls she carried within her reach out she had forgiven Nature the unfairness of only giving women the option of carrying children. Her babies had inherited her telepathic gift. Even now, two months before her due date she could hear them silently within her statuesque mind cooing gently to themselves. Her mother had told her many years ago that all the pain and difficulty that pregnancy involved was swept away after the first time your babies mind reached out. That was a bond that would never be forgotten. Imra had not had that feeling with the boys and worried that the Titanian TP gene may never be carried to any of her children.

Garth could put the boys to bed all he liked but for all that he was the most honest and open minded person she had ever met he would never share the raw intimacy and love that she had right now with the girls.

"Dad! Dad! Framuku Norbreus said her gran' mother said that our family have always been freaks!"

"Yeah, so Garridan told her her gran' mother has a beard!"
“She does! I swear Dad, she has!”


"Boys! Settle down now. Bed!"


"But Da-a-a-ad she does have a beard!" the joint chorus of protestation as the two five year olds fell back into their beds. Neither wanting to do what they had been asked but both doing it anyway.

In a quieter, sulkier tone they asked "Dad, why did she say that?", "Yeah, what did she mean?"

"Okay boys, let me tell you a little about our family. You see the Ranzz family have been farmers here for three centuries and in that time all sorts of legends and stories build up."

The two boys settled back under their plump duvets as their father sat in the tall chair by the door to their room. Garth Ranzz dimmed their bedside lights with a wave of his hand.

"Now if you both close your eyes you'll hear this better." Imra had taught him that trick, she was much better at finding ways to get the boys to sleep quietly. Possibly because she was stricter, he acknowledged to himself.

"Let me tell you the story of your great, great grandfather, Eugenus Ranzz, the man who saved the Great Harvest of 2899.....Winath back then was still called Aranda after the great continent we live on. As it's the biggest and most fertile place on this planet it's always attracted attention. Anyway Eugenus was a solo...."

"Like uncle Mekt!" An excited yelp.

"...sssh, yes, like Mekt. Our family have had solo's since the start, it's no real biggie really. So, anyway Eugenus was a local pilot. Back in those days they didn't yet have the Sat command system we do now and local shuttles needed real people to fly them all the time. A specialist pilot like Eugenus could command a hefty wage."

"Was he rich?"

"Did he own a palace?"

"I'll get to that, hold on. Eugenus was renowned to be a bit of a daredevil, pulling stunts and showing off whenever the mood took him...."

"Like aunt Ayla?"

Garth smiled, the boys understanding of what his twin was like was as much a product of the local News broadcasts that had a tendency to show Legionnaires in the most outrageous light as it was of their own experience. "Yeah, kind of like Ayla, maybe more so...."

"Whoah!"

"Cool!"

"He was definitely cool. So let me tell you what made him so famous....."

The year was 2899.

The previous year’s harvest had shown signs of the virus in the crop though only in areas where there was close proximity to standing water. The crops in these areas was stunted and mottled, deemed unfit for human consumption the planetary customs meant it was not allowed off world and instead the fields affected were burned to ash. The Aranda Planetary Science Bureau had issued a warning to all land owners about the risk and so that fallow season had been full of farmers filling in the stale ponds and gulley’s that could potentially contain the risk to their livelihood. Areas where the virus had already struck were blitzed once again in the hope that it would be eradicated before it could infect more of the precious food stuffs that the Arandese so prided themselves in. Many tests were carried out and all results showed no sign of it so, after much public discussion, a wave of relief was felt ripple its way through the population.

That was last year. This year the virus had returned and spread. Fully a quarter of all crops were infected and this time there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to where it struck. In the cooler northern Steppes it decimated the mighty wheat prairies. In the southern plains thousands of hectares of soft delicious fruits were turned to rot. In the temperate mid-lands their economy faltered on collapse as the entire yield was deemed unusable.

This time the Science Bureau did not waste time declaring a crisis!

Eugenus Ranzz was flying 21 of the 26 hours in a local day. Crop spraying had suddenly become big business and, where once he would have thumbed his nose at such low level work, the recent crisis meant his own views of land lovers were forgotten as the Great Crop Death, as the media dramatically called it, was dealt with.

Eugenus' reputation meant that he was in high demand, particularly by the scientific community. Day after day scientist from a variety of institutes and research organizations would wait for their allotted time with him as he took them to the areas they needed to visit, document, examine and spray. It was traditionally the third day of the Harvest Festival but no-one was partying. Although he would not know it until it was far too late the third customer of the day would change Eugenus' life and those of his descendants forever.

The Naltorian Seer approached the young pilot with a smile. This was not the first offworlder Eugenus had dealt with in the last few weeks, but she was definitely the most curvaceous. Maybe a little bit older than his usual conquests but definitely worth a punt was his immediate thought.

"Before you ask Mr Ranzz, this is business only. Okay? Are we clear?" Her smile and direct eye contact made it perfectly clear she understood what was on his mind and was not about to entertain it.

Busted!

The Seer, Ollamay Muir, had a galaxy wide reputation for her insight and was respected universally for her scientific knowledge of plant DNA. Her very pleasant demeanor made her particularly appreciated as a speaker at events and universities throughout the northern arm of the Milky Way. As a result she had a network of supporters and a contact list than ran from hard core scientists on Colu to the spiritually enlightened on Trom. She hoped that by involving her contacts they could solve this problem in quick time. She hadn't shared with anyone the vision she had been seeing for almost three weeks now that seemed to imply their success though those that knew her were fully aware that she would not get involved with a situation if there was any chance of failure. One did not get to the top of one's field by randomly picking ones workload. A reputation like hers was something that took years to establish and was jealously guarded and protected.

The week before it had been proven beyond doubt that the virus had been artificially induced, grown somewhere on this world by someone with an obvious grudge against the farming community. While the small local science Police examined every avenue of inquiry on this front the reward that had been posted for information leading to the capture of whoever was responsible had resulted in thousands of tips being passed to local police and several lynching’s as small farming communities decided they couldn't wait for established law enforcement officers to act.

The Science Bureau were working on inducing crops resistant to the plague, though even with advanced genetic manipulation skills it was doubted these crops could be in place before the summer after next.

Ollamay Muir wanted a fresh sample of a diseased plant and a look at several regions where the plague seemed to have struck especially hard. Eugenus named his price, they agreed and set out on what would be a fateful journey.

Eugenus flew his curvaceous client to see the rotting crops - she examines them – her immaculate clothing opened out to reveal a make shift chemistry lab. Professor Muir took samples from each of the twelve locations they visit that afternoon before asking to be taken back to Aranda City. Eugenus is disappointed that for all of his rustic charm and farm built muscles she only talks about her work, in the broadest terms, on their twenty minute return flight, though before vanishing into the busy landing port she books him for the next day.

Early the next day she appears with a thuggish looking assistant carrying a large canister. Eugenus is only half listening to what she says, his eyes are caught by her low cut top and her need to arch her back slowly like a cat stretching as she talks. The contents of the canister need to be dispersed within a thunder storm as the electrics will settle the catalytic reaction ... or some such - he needs to fly into a heart of a storm... Yeah, of course he can do that.

Probably anyway.

Eugenus gives her his most flirtatious smile as he replies. Yeah, of course!

She leaves him to get on with it leaving behind the memory of a brief smile and a loose promise to discuss matters after he’s finished - he is slightly miffed as he wanted to see more of her on a less formal kind of arrangement.... still, paid work to get on with was never something to be sniff at, he thought.

Weather sats had tracked a large storm over the Near-side Seas that was due for landfall along the Western Plains that evening, part of a potential super cell that everyone feared may develop into a hurricane or two. Eugenus flies his tiny craft into the magnificent thunder storm, and with the adrenaline pumping through his veins his gloved hands opened the valve incorrectly and he gets a face full of the strange compound he had been charged with dispersing, his eyes streaming he manages to open the airlock on the shuttle but gets blown towards the door as the canister gets sucked right out...

"Have you ever heard thunder boom from within the heart of an enormous storm cloud itself?"

Both boys looked terrified as they pulled their duvets around their faces and shook their heads!

"Eugenus was deafened as the super cell's thunder roared and crashed around his small shuttle. The lightning flashed blinding his already streaming eyes and the winds spun the small vehicle around throwing him off balance towards the gaping open cargo bay..."

"What did he do?" the boys both excitedly ask together.

"He was a Ranzz, what d' you think he did?" Garth smiles coyly as he asks.

"He called the Police!", "He called the Legion!"

"Come on boys, what do you think he really did?" Their father's quiet and sensible tone calms them down a little before they replied, "We don't know, tell us Daddy!"

"He lost grip of the cargo netting that he had been holding onto and was sucked out into the storm after the leaking canister Professor Ollamay Muir had given him...."

"No way!"
"Oh no!"

Harbi, I'm really enjoying this tale about Garth's great-grandfather. I hope you post the rest of it soon.

I also wanted to say that I regard you as an inspiration to me. Your work makes me want to be more prolific and more self-disciplined. It's too early to tell, but I think I've finally got the hang of it. Time will tell.

But, either way, I thank you.

I agree! The Ranzz bedtime story is awesome, I can see it being illustrated like a children's book as I'm reading it!

I love all the downtime characterisation stuff you do with everyone, I smiled when Vi was thinking about Ayla and actually laughed out loud at Gazelle's conversation about the dangers of Khundian sexytimes...and Polar Boy/Chemical Kid are an inspired friendship!

It's always really fun seeing connections between characters that make perfect sense though I'd have never thought of it myself

As was standard for all pilots of the time Eugenus’ outfit had a one shot anti-grav ‘chute sewn throughout the lining that sensed when the wearer was in difficulty and produced a Sanctuary Bubble. It Had been his father’s. The threads were worn and the holding strap for the battery had been replaced twice since it had been bought but still Eugenus hoped it would still carry enough of a chemical charge to save his life. A very basic anti-grav shield burst from his clothing and was programmed to safely float him to the ground.

The bubble expanded until it was four feet from its central point creating an air tight shield, which was fine and dandy only Eugenus was covered with the strange pink compound that Professor Muir had given him to seed the great super cell storm with. As the thunder boomed like the angry roars of the very sky gods around him lightning bolts as wide as airships scorched the air just outside the protective bubble, blinding Eugenus as he choked and coughed on the powder that was supposed to be in the storm being catalyzing into a cure for the ugly crop plague that had afflicted his world. Eugenus was battered through the sky and spun and slammed until he was virtually unconscious, thrown life a twig in tsunami onto a hill side where he lay for almost a full 26 hour Winathian day before he was found and rushed to Aranda Medicus.

The compound had been catalyzed as the Naltorian professor had predicted and spread far and wide by the awesome air currents of the super cell as it tore its way across the plains. Within weeks the effects could be seen as the previously unhealthy crops started to grow again. Eugenus met another singleton, Marana Freyasdotter, who was a staff nurse at the hospital and they married soon after. Their two girls, Ayla... (“Like Aunt Ayla?” “Cool! Was she a hero too?”muttered responses from two very sleepy looking young boys)...and Amalie went onto to have successful careers as pilots too.

“And that was how a Ranzz singleton saved the fortune of Winath back in the old days. So if ever Framuku Norbreus’ Gran’ mother says anything you’ll know better.”

Neither of the boys replied though both were smiling as they drifted into their dreams.

“You’re much better at telling bed time stories than I am Garth.” Imra handed her husband a warm bulb of nada-stim night caff as he walked into their homely kitchen. The lights were dimmed and through the expansive skylight above Garth could see the nebulae and stars that had fascinating him so much as a child.

“You’re better at getting them to sleep quickly.” Imra laughed quietly to herself at Garth’s reply. There was no doubting that she could be the stricter of the two when it came to the children’s sleeping routine, not that she minded her husband’s laid back approach. In fact, at times she was envious of it knowing it meant spending a little bit more quality time with their two boys.

“You didn’t finish the story though Garth, the boys are clever enough to know that life doesn’t always hand out a happy ending you know...”

“I know darlin’ it’s just... well... they shouldn’t go to sleep with those thoughts in their minds... let them have sweet dreams.”

Imra laughed again and ruffled her husband’s hair with her hands, “You are such a considerate soul Garth Ranzz. I’m so blessed to be your wife, d’you know that?” Her glorious smile sweeps across her face.

The object of her affection didn’t speak a reply instead he placed his caff bulb on a nearby table and reached out to put his strong arms around his wife’s frame and planted a surprisingly gentle kiss on her lips.

Eugenus Ranzz’s daredevil flying had released the compound that saved the crops of Winath, that much was true.

What Garth had not told his boys was that as a result of the inhalation of the compound amid the super cell Eugenus’ DNA had been compromised. It was noted afterwards that he seemed to know when and where lightning would strike after that every time there was a storm. He also sadly died within a standard year.
While in the hospital minute traces of the compound were found within his lungs that had not been affected by the blitzkrieg that had battered his anti-grave bubble. From these the exact chemical compounds used to cure the deadly crop plague were found to contain sections of an artificial retro-phage. It was quite quickly established that this had been the original source of the scourge that had nearly wiped out Winath’s agriculture.

The Science Police examined footage from the Arandese spaceport going back several years to prove that Professor Ollamay Muir had visited their world a couple of months prior to the first reported outbreaks. During her earlier visit she was not dressed in such an eye catching manner, though was recognizable in the security footage none the less her passport did not give the same name or home planet. The case was brought against her before she could leave the planet.

It appeared that the galaxy famous professor had been a naughty girl and it was only Eugenus’ clumsiness when he had attempted to release the compound in the storm that had given the Science Police the initial clue to blow her whole scam apart. At her trial she was sentenced to twelve years imprisonment and a restricted passport thereafter, not that Eugenus cared as he had been dead for a year by the time sentencing was meted.

Garth and Ayla had often discussed if it was the strange compound created by the rogue Naltorian professor that corrupted their great great grandfather’s DNA that somehow had passed down some electrically sympathetic mutation through the generations to them and had been the reason they had survived their terrifying encounter with the fearsome Lightning Beasts of Korbal all those years ago.

Maybe it was something for Garth to discuss with Querl next time they met, but right now the former Legionnaire known as Lightning Lad had far more pressing matters to deal with: cuddling his beautiful and seven month pregnant wife was by far the most important thing on his mind.

And Garth hoped that would remain the same for many many years to come.

Hey there FL and Raz, thank you very much for your very kind words - I say it every time and every time it's true, they are greatly appreciated especially as I find both your stories far more exciting than my rather slow paced character pieces and wish I could get my action scenes to flow as well as both of you seem to manage so easily. The old adage about grass always being greener and all that is true even in fan-fics :)Thanks you two.

Next up things take a rather dramatic turn as we hold a try out and things will definitely never be the same for our favourite fictional future friends again.

Brin was speaking to the holo of Quislet. The extra dimensional Legionnaire was explaining his part in the defeat of the Llorn on Weber’s World where he was currently based. Brin had read the report but didn’t interrupt to tell him that there were wild differences between the official Legion report and the version he was being told as Quislet was, for all his bluster, a very engaging story teller.

Brek listened on as Dirk spoke to Thom, who was sat next to Nura. She was sonic filing her nails in a rather dramatic fashion. Her back was arched, fingers splayed in front of her and waving gently. She released satisfied sounding “oohs” and “aahs” as each nail was completed by the small levitating beauti-bot that were just loud enough for everyone sat around the curved desk to hear, although she remained focussed on her nails and was apparently unaware that anyone else was present. Invisible Kid, Tyroc, Chameleon Boy and Chameleon Girl, Gates, Glorith and Tellus sat towards the ends of the great desk.

Directly opposite from them Wildfire, Dawnstar, Ayla, Vi and Tasmia were examining the screens of applicants, discussing which they thought showed the most potential. Hadru and a holo of Marya Pai were exchanging news while Deathstorm and Gazelle were listening to Comet Queen as she recounted stories from her year in the Legion. Neither Khund really understood her completely but both waited patiently, hoping the other would mention it first. A holo of Rokk Krinn and Lydda Jath, still seconded to the Khund Battle Brigade were next to them. At their side sat Jo Nah. He drummed his fingers impatiently and glanced nervously towards the door at the back of the hall.

Phantom Girl, Brainiac 5, Harmonia Li, Element Lad, Duplicate Damsel and Mon El strode through the door. None looked exactly excited or happy. After they had taken their seats and Tinya had given Jo an impulsive peck on the cheek she remained stood behind the central chair and addressed them.

“With the return of our Lost friends...” several people cheered and Wildfire stood up and took an impromptu bow generating many laughs, “... yes, thank you Drake. As you know we are, finally quorate again. Terran tax laws mean we are at the maximum numbers of members we can have in active duty before we begin to pay for the privilege of being here. Actually, with Deathstorm and Gazelle being here we should be paying it already.”

Several people muttered and Polar Boy said quite clearly “They should pay us... cheapskates!”

“Hey to save on taxes we can always cancel the try outs today and I also can get back to bed, whatcha say?” Star Boy said to some agreement.

“Nura, you should let the poor boy get some sleep.” Said to much laughter by Sun Boy.

“Thom, I set up the quarterly try-out as a way to see what’s out there. We are all so focused on the job at hand that we miss so much, we need new blood to make sure we can have a chance of keeping up with the challenges we have to deal with.” Mon El’s serious response brought the meeting back to order.

“Before we begin the try outs today I have a couple of proposals for you all.” Tinya paused and took a couple of seconds to look around the room to ensure everyone present was focussed on her. “As you know, the planetoid the Dark Circle was using was previously run by a religious cult. The Circle murdered them to the last woman and man and so, macabre as it sounds, by galactic salvage laws we have a claim to it now. I now officially propose to this, the first fully quorate meeting we’ve had in over a year that we decamp from Earth and use the planetoid as our new base of operations. I formally propose to you all that we move our base up to that planetoid and re-name it the Legion World.”

There was a second of stunned silence before the hall erupted as every Legionnaire present gave their opinion. Tinya looked around her at the suddenly animated group and smiled. For the most part everyone agreed as far as she could tell. Nura Nal banged her hand on the desk and all eyes turned to her.

“Tinya are you saying we leave Earth and give up our HQ to avoid a little tax?” There was scorn in the Naltorian’s tone.

“No Nura, I’m suggesting,” Tinya smiled quickly to the team, “We move our base of operations to the planetoid so we have space to grow, we have a base that if it became a target then it wouldn’t endanger one of the most populated areas in the UP and also, so we can become more independent of Earth Gov. We should be politically neutral and as you are fully aware that’s not always possible here. We keep HQ here as our Terran base. Chuck and Lu and their team would be at Montauk Point in the first instance as they showed us what they are capable of....”

“We know how good the academy is Tinya, we’re all helping train them....”

“Wildfire, shoosh.” Mon El glanced across at the anti-energy Legionnaire.

“We have had the Science Police examine the planetoid, Querl has run diagnostics and Jacques’ sister Danielle has proven invaluable as well....” Several Legionnaires glanced at Invisible Kid as his sister was mentioned, “so we have their assurances and I propose that we all visit the planetoid and get to know it, familiarise ourselves with what is has to offer us and reassure ourselves. This isn’t going to be an immediate thing guys, we will do this in stages and carefully. We don’t want to mess up.”

“You said we need to move as we are at the max, why do we need new members? Isn’t this enough” Star Boy gestured expansively as he ended his question.

“Thom, we need then because we are all exhausted. We need them because if we are to succeed we have to be able to defeat the increasingly hostile forces we’re facing. We need them because we simply need them.” She kept eye contact as she spoke, “I have an offer to make, if you are interested?” She directed the question to the entire group. “Every member we accept today will be given a senior member of the team as their mentor. It’s the mentor’s job to encourage and support their charge. In three months time when the next Try Out is arranged we will look to see if the system works. Would that reassure you Thom?”

Thom Kallor shrugged and looked away.

Nura Nal shook her long platinum hair around her head

“ I need to make an announcement before we go any further.”

“Nura, are you okay? You look like....”

“I’m pregnant Tinya, I look like morning sickness and prophetic gifts are a bad match.”

“Pregnant? Wow!”
“Congratulations you two...”
“Hey well done...”
“That’s great news...”
“Fantastic!”
“About time too, you’ve had enough practice making them...”
“Can I arrange the baby shower...”
“Great, I’ll be an aunty again, kind of...”

“You all need to know Thom is not the biological father.”

“Whoah!”
“Oh merde that’z...”
“Oh Nura!”
“How could you?”
“Grife!”
“What a disaster...”
“Poor Thom...”
“Oh gawd, what have you done?”

“It’s Tenzil’s. Kind of. When I went to visit him after the trouble on Weber’s World..” Despite the conversations and cat calls from around the hall Dream Girl never lost eye contact with the crest fallen looking Star Boy.

“Tenz the dog!”
“I can’t believe it...”
“We’re not teenagers anymore...”
“I thought we were beyond this...”
“Shocking...”
“Poor Thom....”
“Whoo Boy, Quislet’s missed this drama....”

“I had a... a visit from the Miracle Machine’s consciousness. It finally understands Tenzil’s mind can’t contain the visions it offers as alternatives to this reality so it... well... it wants to understand the human condition and so here it is, I’m carrying a part of it as our child.”

“Our child? Really Nura?”

“Of course our child Thom. There’s no one else who I could imagine bringing up a baby with. This is our child Thom, no matter how it was conceived I need you to be its daddy. We both need you!”

“Okay, though one question. Boy or a girl?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“...I hope it’s a girl.”

“Well... umm thanks Nura, so I want an official vote on moving our primary base of operations to Legion World. So, those in favour..?”

The “Aye’s” had it, with only Glorith absconding, even Dream Girl who had expressed the most concern agreed.

“Fantastic! Thank you everyone, I’m really glad you agreed as we’ve been working on a support crew and... well Brainy and I have decided that he will be primarily based on Legion World with a sub-team under him keeping the place running for us...ummm,” Tinya spoke into her flight ring,”Henry, you can all come down now.”

The air in the center of the hall started to spin and a violet disc of energy appeared. Out of the disc stepped Danielle Foccart, Dr Richard Kent Shakespeare, Drura Sepht, the hologram they had come to know as Henry and two men that most of those present hadn’t met before.

Tinya introduced the line, explaining their roles as she did so. Danielle was part of the infrastructure support team, Drura and Dr Shakespeare were the medics and Henry was in charge of the spatial warp.

“And this is I.Z.O.R. from Linsnar. Some of you may have met him on Weber’s World recently. He’s a hive mind nannite collective being with techno-morphic abilities that make him the prime candidate for our Infrastructure team leader....”

“It’s my pleasure to be here. Please call me Gear.” He bowed gracefully and smiled.

“And finally, this is Dr Noah Kabbo, he’s one of Professor Aven’s team. I thought it may do us good to have an onsite counselor. Dr Kabbo...?”

The athletically framed black man in a blue and white hooded jump suit stepped forward.

“Thank you Miss Wazzo. Hello Legionnaires, it’s a great privilege to be here today. I used to dream about being one of your team, I even had a code name: Spy... My telempathic skills would have been great in your espionage team...ha ha, though don’t let that worry you, my bonds with the Titanian Institute mean that everything I hear or see is strictly confidential.”

Several Legionnaires looked uncomfortable though all joined in the applause as Tinya started to clap their new support team. As the applause stopped Tinya announced:

“I have one more proposition for you all. Recently the kids at the Academy helped us fight the Dark Circle here on Earth. Lu and Chuck have sent through their evaluations and I propose we admit that entire class as new recruits effective today.”

Wow, you've given your Legion universe its own Legion World! Can't wait to see how that goes, or for that matter the bundle of joy being carried by one of my favorite Legionnaires.

Not all caught up yet Harbi, but I'm thrilled to see Gear! Awesome!!

I'm also excited to see that the WHOLE class of Academy students are gonna be Legionnaires? Wow, major expansion! Kinetix, XS and Dragonmage are among that class right? This is going to be great! Roll call please

I like the mentor-mentee idea. Gonna make for a lot of good stories!

I also like what you did with Nura's child. Even though it's not biologically Thom's - and is it even biologically hers? - she wants Thom to be the dad. That should put her back into the good graces of the entire team.

Dreamy's pregnancy was TOTALLY out of left field! I like the mixed bag of reactions too! Wonder if the Legion are about to get their own Franklin Richards..?

I hope not, Raz. I want the baby to be a girl. (The Legion's own version of the Starchild from V?)

(Of course, whatever Harbi decides, I will respect.)

Applicant: Jazmin Cullen
Code name: Kid Quantum
Planet of origin: Xanthu
Abilities: Flight, creation and manipulation of quantum bubbles that temporarily freeze time within their radius.
Academy overall score:
Interpersonal and team working skills – Merit
Understanding and use of abilities – Distinction
Personal application – Distinction

Personality profile –Comments by Luornu Durgo – Jazmin is keen, intelligent and resourceful in a tight situation. She is focused, enthusiastic, motivated by competitive altruism shared with her twin brother (James Cullen, currently engaged with the Amazer Program on Xanthu who shares her abilities) and has proven to be eager to learn. If she has a weakness it’s that she demands of herself to always be the best.
She has Chuck and I’s total faith that she would make a first class Legionnaire.

Jazmin faced Sun Boy and Ultra Boy.

She immediately placed quantum bubbles around each, confidently strode into the lilac spheres where the Legionnaires stood motionless and retrieved two sets of standard Science Police incapacity cuffs from pouches on her belt and slapped them on the wrists of her frozen opponents.

She walked out of the spheres, stood about ten feet away and dismissed them with a wave of her hand. The Legionnaires looked stunned for a second before both collapsed on the floor unconscious.

The watching Legionnaires cheered!


Vote – 28 yes, 2 No
Application accepted.

Applicant: Sade
Planet of origin: Rimbor
Abilities: Enhanced strength and reflexes, line of sight teleportation.
Academy overall score:
Interpersonal and team working skills – Merit
Understanding and use of abilities – Distinction
Personal application – Merit

Personality profile – Comments by Chuck Taine – Sade is a Repo Agent by training. Government sanctioned debt collectors tend not to have a long life on Rimbor so it’s a miracle she had four full years experience in that role before she came to us. She has excelled at everything we have thrown at her yet both Lu and I feel she has sometimes been holding back. She has strong leadership potential as she is decisive and determined. Our one concern is her determination could verge on the side of ruthlessness in a crisis. Pragmatism is fine and dandy but if it’s not tempered by compassion she could prove to be a liability.

“Do we want to have a Legionnaire who uses guns?” Polar Boy said what a lot of those present had been thinking.

“I think they are cool and want some myself!” Vi’s definitive response stopped any further discussion on that subject. Ayla laughed to herself.

Vote 20 yes, 10 No
Application accepted with proviso that as a new member she is monitored closely.

Applicant: Laurel Kent
Code name: Shield
Planet of origin: Earth
Abilities: Physically invulnerable to harm, tactile psychometry.
Academy overall score:
Interpersonal and team working skills – Distinction
Understanding and use of abilities – Merit (Psychometry), Distinction (Invulnerability)
Personal application – Distinction

Personality profile – Comments by Luornu Durgo – Having Laurel back at the Academy for the last two weeks has been an absolute pleasure. She understands team dynamics, has a focus that when she concentrates doesn’t come across as brash or rude, works harder than almost any other student at her studies and with the added bonus of her temporal stasis induced psychometric ability alongside her indestructibility we fully support her application.