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.
Helaron 3 Helaron's Saga 3: Pop Culture
He looked every bit as impressive as he had all those years ago, issuing commands from a giant flying wooden boat. He was older now, moved more hesitantly. He moved with the care of an older gentleman, but he had always moved carefully. Grey peppered his moustache and hair now, but the hairstyle had not changed, nor the tattered suit. The only major change, apart from age, was the handsome new cane he wielded.
Clockwork had been a high-class villain back in what the rest of the Squad would call 'the old days', the years after the League of Shadows fell apart. He had been one of the greats before simply fading off the map. We had known that he wasn't dead. Snatches of information from captured villains had made it clear that he was alive and working; he'd just stopped being a supervillain. But here he was, his appearance his very presence a declaration that a supervillain never fades, not until death. He merely put that per
Helaron 2 Helaron's Saga 2: Mistrust
"People have gone missing. We all know this. And we'd all like to find them, but we've been working at cross-purposes. Trails are growing colder and we're running out of leads while we scuffle among ourselves."
"Excuse me," I spoke up, "but who are you? I've never heard of you. Whose side are you on?"
He blinked at me like I was stupid. "Yours, I hope."
"Really? Are you new to the game? How many villains have you thwarted?"
He blinked again, slowly. "I'm sorry, I misunderstood the question. I mean that we're on the same side right now. Under normal circumstances I'm not a vigilante like you, but I don't think that's relevant to the situation."
"It's relevant if we can't trust you."
"You're sitting across the table from known supervillains and you're worried about me?"
The Host spoke up. "She's right. We don't know you or what you're capable of. How do we know you're not the abductor leading us into a trap?"
"Because that would be stupid," Midnight sa
Helaron 1 Helaron's Saga 1: The Meeting
We were fighting when the message came.
We'd been fighting a lot lately. Mostly Mirror and I, to tell you the truth. It wasn't that the boys weren't interested, it was just that Longtooth tended to get bored with lengthy debates and either run off on his own or wait for everyone else to decide what to do, and Seer was too tired to be enthusiastic about anything. I was sort of surprised that he'd held up that long.
Mirror wanted to find and question some of the Captain's enemies for possible information. I reasoned that the situation had moved beyond the Captain and that we'd be better off continuing the search by trying to track down the location of disappearances and look for a pattern. She reasoned that we'd been doing that for four months and it wasn't working.
We were all in the control room as soon as the message alert went off. I think we were all still hoping for a ransom demand, or at least an ultimatum that we could tie to the incident. I
Veldron 38 Veldron's Saga 38: Midnight
My new body was based on that of Jazz, the man who Dr Rivers had based my skin on. Being scan-proof was a very rare ability and one that threatened to blow my cover; it was not, however, unique. There were plenty of cases of people sharing powers in the past, and hopefully nobody would suspect me of being Veldron based entirely on that.
Short black hair, dark grey eyes. A much younger face, with entirely different features. I paid special attention to the nose and jawline; they were major features of identification. I was smaller and more muscular than Veldron. There was no way that they could identify me by appearance, not without knowing that I could puppet a body with any appearance that I liked.
I had ditched the scarlet suit for something more suitable for my young hero persona. I wore a dark blue outfit; tights (tights!), a tunic, and a jacket. My hands were concealed with gloves, but the left had a gash in the palm, velcroed closed. Instead o
Veldron 37 Veldron's Saga 37: Details
The League of Shadows. Many of the details were missing from my memory, but a quick internet search fixed that.
Lord Oberon, king of the villains. Mechan, who was basically like me but a generation earlier, and his gift was focused on things larger than electronic circuits. More a machinery kind of guy; a gift for architecture too. Wisp, said to be able to hide in any shadow. Muria, the warrior woman; the 'tank' of the team. And Dr River, microbiologist and biochemist.
They were legendary. They were no longer around. More than half of them were confirmed to be dead. Including Dr River.
I knew what he had looked like. It was easy to create a suitably aged Dr River face. I programmed the relevant instructions into the medical lab's bots as well as the instructions for my other necessary cyborg. The body that would be mine.
Veldron had to disappear for the illusion to work. There could be no suspicion on me. So I didn't contact anybody at all as I worke
Veldron 35: Callback Veldron's Saga 35: Callback
I still remember my first robot rebellion.
I'd made stupid mistakes. Mistakes I'd never make nowadays. So I can afford to be perfectly calm as the man outside my throne room runs about, cursing. I could just kill him now, but... well, when you work in the shadows like I do, sometimes it's satisfying to have a proper confrontation, even if it's only with your duplicate.
I was lucky that I returned when I did; it seems that he was already suspicious. He noticed my boat docking. Safe in my secret throne room, I watched him find all the little discrepancies in the records and put two and two together. It only took a couple of hours. And now he's trying to find me.
I'll let him.
He's built a few more gadgets in my absence. I don't know what they do but he's wearing them inside the base, which is unusual. And now he's found a crowbar and he's physically ripping panels of the walls, following the tiny circuits underneath.
Eventually, he finds my room, find
Veldron 34 Veldron's Saga 34: Fighting Back
The computer my brain had to communicate with my body. That meant that if my deductions were correct, there would be a small sister transmitter to the one at the base of my skull that was in contact with the AI computer. The logical place to put such a thing would be under several metres of electronium, but...
But I knew villains. And I knew who I was dealing with. Everything about the room around me, the elaborate throne room that nobody was meant to see, told me about his psyche. The one that my mind was based on. That gave me a definite advantage.
He would want to talk to the AI, to be in control. With such an important piece of equipment, he would keep it somewhere in the room that formed his centre of control, where he could physically interfere with the transmitter if he had to. Which was, unless I was mistaken, the throne room.
After some careful searching, I found it; a small metal box behind a panel on the floor. Standard
Veldron 33: The Reveal Veldron's Saga 33: The Reveal
I laughed; the deep, hearty cackle of a villain who has just figured everything out. Yes, this was it; this was the moment where things fell together and a plan finally formulated in my mind.
I couldn't believe it had taken me so long to figure out. I mean, it was obvious! Amnesia? Regeneration? Ha! I speculated that it might be some sort of deliberate block in my thoughts, but I knew that was just me trying to salvage my own ego. There was no reason to suppose that I was smart, after all, even though I obviously retained electronic genius.
Amnesia? Deliberate blocks? A failure to form the memories in the first place? There might be blanks where dangerous memories had been physically edited out, but in general it was likely that I didn't remember things because I hadn't done them, like the small modifications that the intruder had made in my absence. Extremely similar to my own designs, I had noticed. At least I had identified him now. I knew his