This is for everyone who has ever been told they're any more or less of a woman because of how they look, behave or were born.
Veldron 21: Re Count Veldron's Saga 21: Re Count
I was secure under the ocean and I had more than one mystery on my hands.
I decided to lay low for awhile unless Shadow contacted me, and tried to make sense of the pattern.
The Captain went missing somewhere in Australia. Let's call that Day One. Day three, Polaron was last sighted in Mexico. I'd caught StarFyre on day five, and attracted hero attention. FrostWing had disappeared somewhere between day eight and day thirty. On day... what, forty? Forty-two?... I was captured by the Squad, and Neria went missing. The defence system records put StarFyre's escape on day forty-nine. It was day fifty-nine, and I wasn't aware of any other disappearances.
How many of them were cause for concern? Were some of the others like StarFyre, just randomly captured and assumed to be related due to all the paranoia? Were there others that I didn't know about?
After nearly two months, why hadn't there been a ransom demand? Did somebody just want to keep the Captain o
Veldron 20 Veldron's Saga 20: Secret Lair
I contacted the Ultimate Justice Squad after dropping CYBR off. One of their private channels is laughably easy to get into. It's there so that we can issue ransom threats and ultimata without panicking the populous, if need be; I think it's only locked at all to keep out spammers.
I told them all about the omnidetector, and how to assemble it. They hadn't actually agreed to my deal, but Seer did technically let me go, and it couldn't conceivably be used against me anyway. I also confirmed that StarFyre was released, although presumably they knew that already.
I had very little footage of StarFyre's escape. The damage had taken out part of the security system immediately and the autorepair had shut off the cameras to fix them. It looked like I would need to fix that. When programming it I had assumed that if the base was sealed up underwater and I wasn't inside then such things should be safe to shut off, but apparently I had not taken into accoun
Veldron 19 Veldron's Saga 19: Return to the Lair
Well, that had been a fun little adventure.
I'd never really had anything to do with Seer, and the rumours about him seemed entirely untrue. The way it was told, he was an unstoppable god who could look into your soul and steal your thoughts, leaving you a lifeless shell. But he was almost never seen on the battlefield.
Empathy was an inherent part of mind reading, so it made sense that people like Seer wouldn't be prone to violence "do unto others" has a lot more impact when you feel every punch you throw. It also made sense that they would become defenders of the innocent, for similar reasons. That or become isolated misanthropes.
Why he had helped me was another issue. That escape had been far too easy. He was probably fed up with the situation and had been against my capture from the start, but he still should've put up a fight, if only to protect the location of the base.
Which raised another good question. Where was I?
I was d
Veldron 18 Veldron's Sage 18: The Escape
There wasn't much that I could rig together without tools, but since the cell was a primitive affair with an old mechanical lock and actual, physical bars that could be reached through, that wasn't really a problem. I took the camera anyway.
It's pretty hard to make a decent taser out of a camera, especially when the power source has to be improvised from unsuitable components, so I didn't have all that much faith in the improvised weapon in my hand as I crept out of the, for want of a better word, dungeon. As I'd expected, it barely seemed to tickle Longtooth as he leapt at me from behind the door. I wasn't surprised he was the logical guard but he was faster than me, and a lot more used to combat. The electrical jolt that I sent through his neck certainly slowed him down, but he seemed more annoyed than hurt as he slashed at me with one hand. His fingernails tore across the top of the bandaged arm that I'd flung up instinctively an
Veldron 17 Veldron's Saga 17: Striking a Deal
I wasn't sure why the Ultimate Justice Squad was working with a teenager who spoke to sea creatures, but suddenly the dolphin attack made some sort of sense. Neria had always been a bit of an annoyance to me, although she used her powers more for reconnaissance than actual fighting.
To their credit, the Squad treated my wounds acceptably after Seer managed to convince them not to play Operation looking for implants. The wounds weren't serious, mostly bruising from the dolphin attack (they took me by surprise, alright? Did you know that dolphins club seals to death with their heads? For fun? No? Well shut up then). Longtooth had barely cut through the skin on my forehead and my arm wound wasn't dangerously deep either. I suspected that this was more a concern for neatness (and possibly the result of a talking-to from his teammates) than any concern for my welfare from him.
"Hang on, didn't Neria's water friends attack me? How can you be sure sh
Veldron 16Veldron 16: The Trouble With Unscannable Skin
That skin was the worst decision I'd ever made. Of course I had implants when you specialise in electronic gadgets, are immune to electromagnetic interference and have regenerative abilities, that's a given. But this sort of thing did not happen. The Ultimate Justice Squad did not torture helpless minor villains with knives. Like most people, they had probably mistaken my regenerative ability for a quick healing ability. I do heal slightly faster than average, but not at an astounding rate, not normally. Most people don't realise that those abilities only activate when I'm near death. It's an understandable mistake; maybe the whole thing was a misunderstanding, maybe they weren't intending to be this... well, evil.
Or maybe I was naive. It's not like I fight the Squad all that often, and they were very stressed and frazzled at the moment. My most common enemies are a pair of teenagers, for God's sake! What did I know about rea
Veldron 15 Veldron's Saga 15: Examination Tables
I woke up strapped to an examination table.
That is never, ever a good sign. Wake up in a cell? Sure, I've done that before. Wake up strapped to a chair in an interrogation room? Wouldn't surprise me, given the circumstances. But heroes don't use examination tables. Examination tables are for people like me, except interested in biology instead of robotics and about seven times as crazy.
The logical conclusion would be that my captor was a psychotic villain, except that Longtooth was standing over by the door, watching me, turning a knife in his fingers. I don't think I've ever seen Longtooth actually use a knife, but he likes to threaten with them. His teeth and nails are sharp as scalpels and can hold up against steel; I've often wondered how he trims his nails, or avoids biting off his own tongue for that matter.
Had he gone over to the other side? Actually become a hero? I shot him a glare. There was no point in asking; if he had, stat
Veldron 14Veldron's Saga 14: A Pleasant Cruise
In the end I picked my cruise by price. It was apparently a new company. "Sunrise Cruises Capture the Experience!" In one week, from Peterhead. Plenty of time. The cheap cruise not only saved me money but lacked the normal security protocols; it didn't even really count as a cruise so much as an ocean tour to hoodwink stingy tourists.
The boat was the sort of small thing that you'd expect to see on a river, with peeling paint. There were only about thirty of us there for the trip, milling about awkwardly as we waited for the crew to show up. I could see regret creeping onto the faces of other passengers already; they'd paid to spend four days on this thing. I was beginning to see why tickets were non-refundable.
We were provided with boxed wine and sandwiches for lunch as we stared out over depressingly grey water in the chilly air. It seemed that Sunrise Cruises wanted its customers to capture the experience of disappointment, but may