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
Veldron 13 Veldron's Saga 13: Getting Home
I spent the week waiting for my jewel constructing the rest of the device for it.
It wasn't a dangerous machine. The Jewel has a way of greatly amplifying vibrations and waves of various kinds if you can get it in the right state, so it had been used to create earthquakes, make strong lasers from a ridiculously small power source, pour fire... I had another use for it.
Polaron and the Captain could both fly, and they both tripped my levitation detector when they did. This I knew from experience and, in Polaron's case, experiment. Polaron's EMP blasts left faint but definitely present after-effects when we fought and had me demagnetising everything metal on the surface of my island for weeks. The Captain's only power apart from flight was unnaturally high strength and endurance, but I had had the opportunity to see him fight that time when Rainbow managed to get that emitter on the Eiffel Tower, and he gave off gamma radiation when he was hurt. I
Veldron 12Veldron's Saga 12: This Wouldn't Happen In England
They were firing bullets at us! Actual bullets!
I don't like bullets. Invulnerability is not part of my skill set and I don't exactly know what my limits for regeneration are. I'd tried to find out once but no culture of my cells showed anything unusual except for a slightly higher than normal reproductive rate and my skin's various wave resistances. Regeneration didn't translate that well to a beaker environment.
And since I'd prefer not to discover my limits by dying, I do not like bullets.
CYBR put her titanium body between me and the shooter. I was going to owe her so much when all this was over. She took a couple of bullets to the back, so either they knew what she was or I was facing a more dangerous class of hero than I'd thought. This is what happens when you strand yourself in Egypt; I would never have faced this problem in England.
The civilians had mostly cleared out of the shop. I threw a concussion grenade and used
Veldron 11Veldron's Saga 11: A New Face
You never really know where you are with new heroes.
If you're careful, if you keep yourself mostly in enlightened countries and aren't too physically dangerous, you usually get good ones. Idealism, PR concerns, respect for local laws and an understanding that it would be bad business sense to render oneself redundant meant that most heroes prefer capture over killing. Polaron and StarFyre would annihilate my robot armies, for instance, but although there was always the risk that my minions would go too far or the pair would misaim their attacks there was the general understanding that we weren't actually trying to kill one another. In their case, their punches were pulled mostly because of idealism, and mine because they weren't all that dangerous and murdering children tends to attract a bit too much attention. Stupid kids.
Facing a new wave of desperate, angry and probably no
Veldron 10 Veldron's Saga 10: Puzzling Things Out
It wasn't hard to piece together what was happening.
My escape had coincided with the disappearance of the Captain and then Polaron a little too much. StarFyre had her suspicions and had come for me, presumably after telling people where she went. Then she had disappeared, causing people to conclude that I was responsible for the disappearances.
Polaron and StarFyre were minor vigilantes, not part of the Ultimate Justice Squad. That actually made their disappearances more worrying, socially speaking; private heroes would probably not intrude as much in the issue if somebody was targeting the Squad, but if anybody was a target it would be much easier to drum up a force from the general powered population. A militia. That explained why my detector went crazy when I went near my base.
Personally I thought it was a bit of an overreaction just because a couple of guys had gone missing. They were probably caught in an old trap or something. It
Veldron 9 Veldron's Saga 9: Fortune Favours the desperate
I had to talk fast. "How did they know I was here?" I asked. "How did they know where the exits were? We have a spy among us, and if we don't find them then it's going to be bad for all of us."
Turning supervillains against each other is the easiest thing in the world, but this time they weren't buying it. They'd seen or heard of me getting out of too many tricky situations to just assume that they could capture me later, whereas the question of the spy would keep. Well, with Scythe and Cabaret out of the picture, and Forcinor in no shape to use his shields... suddenly I was glad that they didn't make a very effective fighting force, although five on one was not good odds.
I always carry a few pain grenades in my belt. I rolled one across the floor, knowing that my radiation-proof skin would protect me, and ran.
A few cries. Forcinor and Gerald had both collapsed behind me. FrostWing and Yolund both cried out but seemed to be fol