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Veldron 30 Veldron's Saga 30: The Host and Cabaret
This was exactly why it was important to know everything about one's floating mechanical island at all times. There had been a time when I could do that with all of my gadgets, but the base was just too big now, and there was too much going on all the time. A quick check showed that nobody except me had been inside my secret part of the base, but I wasn't sure how much I could trust my own security system any more.
Cameras. Physical cameras. Interesting how they always seemed to be non-functioning for some reason. And the strange upgrades to the base that were suspiciously good for raw autorepair-created designs. Suddenly it made sense. I'd been chalking those things up to my bouts of amnesia, but no my base had been stolen from under me and I hadn't even noticed.
The only person I knew who could do that was Devnull, but it wasn't really his style. Devnull was... lofty in his villainy. He was on Rainbow or the Count's level, nicki
Veldron 29Veldron's Saga 29: A Question of Numbers
Apparently he'd gone off searching for the Captain and got himself caught in some underground cave. Fortunately he had prepared for an adventure and had brought food, but it had taken him a long time to get out. That had to be traumatic. I wondered idly how he was taking the news of his sister's disappearance.
I docked the boat in the island and...
Wait a minute.
I owned three boats. There were two in dock. The third had been abandoned in Africa.
So where had the boat that StarFyre had escaped in come from?
I went to recheck my records. No, she definitely escaped in a little motorboat. I really should identify them by serial numbers or something. Had I built a fourth and forgotten about it? I was pretty sure that I hadn't suffered any recent bouts of amnesia. I checked the records more thoroughly.
There were records of several trips that I could identify. Going to Africa, two trips to America to meet the mercenaries and then stea
Veldron 28 Veldron's Saga 28: The Power of Heart
Rainbow lives in New Zealand.
I try to avoid the country, myself, largely because of that reason. I couldn't help but wonder if she was our kidnapper. Rainbow's world-conquering schemes were rather direct, and her methods for avoiding vigilantes quite uninspired. Simply removing all possible enemies from the equation was a viable strategy for her. But just because she was probably in the same country as one disappearance wasn't really enough to incriminate her.
Two disappearances. She was at Devnull's party.
Dammit, I was going to have to talk to her. I couldn't very well just ignore a lead.
Fortunately, she wasn't hard to find. The one time we'd ever worked together I had been able to secretly learn her real name, so I found her with google. She was one of the only villains who lived a double life and still had the audacity to live permanently in her lair. Of course, her lair blended in very well.
I suppressed a shudder as I approached th
Veldron 27: Power Dowsing Veldron's Saga 27: Power Dowsing
My path was surprisingly clear as I ran for it. Again. I guess it shouldn't be surprising, really. The boys were professionals.
I returned to my island without further trouble. Snow White had left the Trabethan Jewel in my motorboat for me. The boys contacted me the next day to invoice me for their services and a plane ride home (since I was already on my way to Antarctica by then), and to chew me out about my sloppy methods. They hated it when idiot clients tried to do their job for them, but the last thing I needed was fatalities. They charged me an absurdly high price for the paralytic tranquilisers they'd used in place of bullets, mostly out of irritation I think.
I built a simpler version of my omnidetector, focusing on StarFyre's flight, and headed for the spot at which she'd escaped from my island. The island itself gave a signal; contamination from all the superheroes that had been hanging around. I adjusted the instrument to make the s
Veldron 26 Veldron's Saga 26: A Really Obvious Flaw
You know what? Fuck the inverse square law.
I mean, shit. That hurt like hell. I was completely unaccustomed to my own pain weaponry and the only part of my skin that was currently breached was the two points directly touching the pain grenade clutched in my hand. It felt like my hand was on fire. That, I could see, was going to be a serious flaw in using my arm-battery.
I cut the pain out almost immediately. It had been enough to drop most of my enemies, but it had also been enough to force me to my knees and lose my bearings. Somebody was still in the sky. I could hear them; perhaps they'd been shielded by my body. I spun around, put my free hand over my eyes and made the egg flash, brightly. Then I clambered to my feet and ran. I barely noticed as my belt beeped Rose Red's clear signal.
Yeah, the egg thing wasn't efficient. It was compact, but having the emitter directly against my wounded hand like that made me vulnerable to half th
Veldron 25: Metahumans Veldron's Saga 25: Metahumans
I dislike the term 'metahuman'.
Why? Because it's PR bullshit. It doesn't even make sense. There's nothing 'meta' about superpowers in general. People just don't like the word 'super' any more because it sounds arrogant.
I bring this up because it is one of the many reasons that I dislike the International Metapatrol, who were currently surrounding me.
"Give yourself up, Veldron!" some kid shouted as I ducked inside a barn for cover. Dammit, somebody had tipped them off. They just hadn't surrounded the bank because it was too densely populated an area.
The Metapatrol were the only force I knew of apart from the Ultimate Justice Squad who could chase superhuman criminals pretty much anywhere in the world without legal repercussions, but they didn't tend to do so as far as I was aware. To be honest, it wasn't something I paid much attention to; when your primary base is water-bound, people don't care nearly as much about who owns the water you're fl
Veldron 24Veldron's Saga 24: The Heist
Shadow found me the location of the Jewel. The two mercenaries travelled with me on my island, the alternative being that I buy plane tickets for them. I had asked CYBR to come but she had flatly refused to face the Squad. Shadow mentioned, offhand, that nobody had seen Forcinor for awhile. I tried to contact him but got nothing. That was odd; Forcinor wasn't the sort of guy who usually dropped off the radar. His idea of hiding was to change locations while keeping in contact with people, and he wasn't any sort of mechanic or designer; his plans rarely required long states of isolated preparation.
I added him to the list.
To tell the truth, I wasn't all that happy about this mission. It was quite possible that Longtooth had tipped off the Squad after talking to Shadow, but of course I was just assuming that Shadow had received her information via Longtooth. She may have had other routes. The location turned out to be an ordinary bank vault. A freakin
Veldron 23 Veldron's Saga 23: Snow White and Rose Red
Snow White and Rose Red are generally agreed to be highly competent. They demand payment in cash, but that was okay. I sold CYBR a version of my levitation detector for quite a tidy sum. Provided without schematics and designed to incinerate if it was opened up, of course.
I had Shadow find the Jewel for me. She had the best chance of being able to contact Longtooth, and the best chance of getting information out of him. In return I described the events of my capture, leaving out the bit about Seer needing to breach the skin on my head to read my mind and other minor details related to me. She was mostly interested in how the Squad was holding together without the Captain anyway. I didn't tell her anything about where StarFyre had left my island; the last thing I needed was for her to sell such information to heroes and have the scene contaminated.
So while I awaited her information, I went to see Snow White and Rose Red.
I strode thr
Velron 22 Veldron's Saga 22: Backtracking
FrostWing hadn't turned up.
Neither had StarFyre.
I knew this because a few days after returning to my base, Shadow contacted me via the number I had given CYBR after breaking out of prison. I explained that the Ultimate Justice Squad didn't seem to have FrostWing and weren't aware of her disappearance before I had told them. Neria hadn't resurfaced either, according to Shadow; I gave her a better idea of exactly when she had disappeared, in the eight hours or so between the dolphin attack and her failure to report to the Squad.
Shadow pressed me for details of my capture, but I refused to say anything everything I'd noticed there was either potentially valuable information or related directly to my abilities and vulnerabilities, which were none of her business. I did trade the approximate location of the base I had escaped from for a number to contact her directly, which she guaranteed would be good for three months. Her condition was th
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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