From the notes of Mr. Drab
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sparksolYes, Mr. Drab. We finally started our Silver Age Sentinels game, and that's my character. He has no real secret identity to protect, either. I had nothing better for a name of a 'heroic' character with low personality and almost-standard 'superpowers.'
The date: 2017. February sometime, I forget.
I'm a barely-passable computer nerd. I can work on the hardware, code some programs, but nothing special or outstanding. I am strong, it's true. I don't know anyone stronger, or more solid than I am. Which is kind of stragne and more than a little annoying, since I'd rather use my brain, such as it is. I don't even excercise beyond the expected barely-heathly levels for most people. Then, about a year ago I get some abnormal abilities. I didn't ask for them, but it's nice to have them. Except that no one else accepts people like me. (Yeah, like all the old X-men stuff. Dunno why.)
I'm only five feet tall, so I get overlooked, and that's fine by me, given my situation. Oh yeah, my abilities... I became even more solid than before. I weigh four times what I used to, but look just the same. I heal freakishly fast, and that's fine by me. I used to be able to lift more than five hundred pounds (despite looking thin and unmuscular) , but now I can lift up over two tons by myself. There's other things too, but I'd rather not go into everything just now. Just got a job to install some computer hardware for a government job over at the Arco Arena refurbishment going on.
-Some days later-
Weird stuff. The boss of the work going on here has asked if I'm interested in a few steps up in pay, to the tune of making $4000 a month now. For what, I ask? "Oh...nothing objectionable." he replies. "Some more of what you're already doing, just all over the place here. Room and board provided, maybe a few extra duties as they come up."
I hesitate, but four grand a month will sure pay off the student loans quicker. And if the job lasts out the whole renovation, I could pay off the loans and be ahead on future bills a good deal by the time it's all over, so I accept the offer.
A few days later I find out what I've really gotten myself into. Seems that somehow, they know about my strength and one or two other things. And some of the others here living on-site are also similarly endowed in other ways. They want us to be some kind of generic government superhero thing. We have to have some kind of facemask to protect our private lives (which I don't really have) and we're all a part of a group known as "Section 8" (which, according the M.A.S.H. reruns I've watched, we all probably qualify for for being a part of this willingly.)
The boss doesn't seem to know exactly what we're supposed to do. Guess he's only nominally in charge here. He intercepts a dispatch call and four of us (the only ones in at the moment; there's supposedly a couple others here, but I've never seen them yet) head to a bank some miles away. I'm riding with the boss on a motorcycle (I wish he had a sidecar) and the other two can fly on their own power, sort of. One's a girl who might control earth and air and water and fire; one guy (who, for some reason of his own, is dressed like a pink power ranger) turns into a ball of lightning; and then there's the boss (who dresses like a judge) and me (I, for the moment, choose to wear grey coveralls, boots, and work gloves.)
The girl just fades out and is gone. The Pink Power Ranger guy turns into a ball of lightning and flies away. I get on the back of the motorcycle, asking the boss if he can get a sidecar or something next time, since he's got like four other cars here that are actually his.
Some time later, we get to the bank. Seems a hijacked bus blew up and took out a bank, surprising and killing both the robbers of the bank (who'd hijacked the bus) and several cops and innocent bystanders. Neither of our compatriots were in sight. So the boss healed survivors (mostly cops) and helped them as much as possible, while I dug through the wreckage of the bank and parking lot looking for any other survivors, which were few indeed. Much later, we got back to Arco Arena and did some work on the place. Seems there was some news coverage of a ball of lightning landing on the intact bus, accidentally igniting the robbers' C4 and the fuel of the bus. Which is what decimated the area. He has not yet been linked to the rest of us, since they didn't get to see his masked pink-power ranger form.
The next day, the girl gets back. Seems she got there first, just before lightning-bomb-boy. She was thinking up a plan when he showed up and went kaboom, and she got knocked inside a brick wall where she spent a day recovering slightly. She also went to the hospital, and they took off her mask in front of cameras. She's connected with us, alright. Also, seems there's some kind of living cottonball with eyes skittering around the place. Not sure about it just yet.
-A few more days later-
The boss gets a memo from his higher-ups about a gang in the bay area. They all look exactly the same, within certain limits. Some are oriental, some are caucasian, some are african-american, but beyond that, they all look exactly the same. Large, dense, and strong. And they're not just thick-witted dense, it seems; their entire system is packed to be twice the density of normal human matter in any given area. (Mine's about three times as thick, but I'm not telling them that...) They can punch through brick walls, too, according to reports.
We went to Oakland. which was off a bit, as the 'gang' had last been seen in another town. After tracking them for a day (we'd found them hiding at some club or other) and resting up to invade their hideout (some sewers. Of course. Why is it always sewers or abandoned warehouses for these things?)
Eight feet tall. They look around five hundred pounds, so they probably weigh half a ton. The boss is invisible, the girl is hiding nearby, and the electric menace is staying home to avoid another mishap for a while. (Hopefully.)
We get to a door in the sewer, and I'm informed that two guys are inside. The door opens, and I get a flahslight in my face and a stupid expression. I say the second thing that comes to mind. "Sewer maintainence. We're here to clean your pipes," as I deck him. Yep, he's solid, but not as much as me. Even if he is almost twice my height.
He looks at me, surprised, and aims his gun at my face. Nothing happens, then he hits me with the gun like it was a club. I deck him again. He says, "Maybe you should help me with this guy," behind him, and smashes me a couple times. These guys really know how to hit so it hurts. I'm a little too busy to ask my people to help me (what are they doing?!) so I change tactics and start wrestling, despite the size difference.
Seems these guys might know how to hit effectively (unlike me, who am used to letting my muscles do the work...maybe I should look into training?) but they're a lot weaker than I am. I can hold this guy with hardly any effort. Unfortunately, this guy does have friends. Fortunately, there's only one more here right now. He hits me once, then misses and buries his fist in the wall next to me. Then the girl (I'm still not sure of her name) turns him to stone. We try questioning this one, but it seems these guys really are dim. The boss kills him with some kind of green energy, and has the girl break the statue of the other guy. Seems these're engineered humans who were more constructed than born. Not that that makes it right to kill them, but the others like them who'd been caught before just sort of died overnight somehow. We need to find who's been making them, and a computer on premesis left us one clue: some email from a "Doctor Genesis" or somesuch.
We headed back to the Arena, and are seeing if we can find any leads.
The date: 2017. February sometime, I forget.
I'm a barely-passable computer nerd. I can work on the hardware, code some programs, but nothing special or outstanding. I am strong, it's true. I don't know anyone stronger, or more solid than I am. Which is kind of stragne and more than a little annoying, since I'd rather use my brain, such as it is. I don't even excercise beyond the expected barely-heathly levels for most people. Then, about a year ago I get some abnormal abilities. I didn't ask for them, but it's nice to have them. Except that no one else accepts people like me. (Yeah, like all the old X-men stuff. Dunno why.)
I'm only five feet tall, so I get overlooked, and that's fine by me, given my situation. Oh yeah, my abilities... I became even more solid than before. I weigh four times what I used to, but look just the same. I heal freakishly fast, and that's fine by me. I used to be able to lift more than five hundred pounds (despite looking thin and unmuscular) , but now I can lift up over two tons by myself. There's other things too, but I'd rather not go into everything just now. Just got a job to install some computer hardware for a government job over at the Arco Arena refurbishment going on.
-Some days later-
Weird stuff. The boss of the work going on here has asked if I'm interested in a few steps up in pay, to the tune of making $4000 a month now. For what, I ask? "Oh...nothing objectionable." he replies. "Some more of what you're already doing, just all over the place here. Room and board provided, maybe a few extra duties as they come up."
I hesitate, but four grand a month will sure pay off the student loans quicker. And if the job lasts out the whole renovation, I could pay off the loans and be ahead on future bills a good deal by the time it's all over, so I accept the offer.
A few days later I find out what I've really gotten myself into. Seems that somehow, they know about my strength and one or two other things. And some of the others here living on-site are also similarly endowed in other ways. They want us to be some kind of generic government superhero thing. We have to have some kind of facemask to protect our private lives (which I don't really have) and we're all a part of a group known as "Section 8" (which, according the M.A.S.H. reruns I've watched, we all probably qualify for for being a part of this willingly.)
The boss doesn't seem to know exactly what we're supposed to do. Guess he's only nominally in charge here. He intercepts a dispatch call and four of us (the only ones in at the moment; there's supposedly a couple others here, but I've never seen them yet) head to a bank some miles away. I'm riding with the boss on a motorcycle (I wish he had a sidecar) and the other two can fly on their own power, sort of. One's a girl who might control earth and air and water and fire; one guy (who, for some reason of his own, is dressed like a pink power ranger) turns into a ball of lightning; and then there's the boss (who dresses like a judge) and me (I, for the moment, choose to wear grey coveralls, boots, and work gloves.)
The girl just fades out and is gone. The Pink Power Ranger guy turns into a ball of lightning and flies away. I get on the back of the motorcycle, asking the boss if he can get a sidecar or something next time, since he's got like four other cars here that are actually his.
Some time later, we get to the bank. Seems a hijacked bus blew up and took out a bank, surprising and killing both the robbers of the bank (who'd hijacked the bus) and several cops and innocent bystanders. Neither of our compatriots were in sight. So the boss healed survivors (mostly cops) and helped them as much as possible, while I dug through the wreckage of the bank and parking lot looking for any other survivors, which were few indeed. Much later, we got back to Arco Arena and did some work on the place. Seems there was some news coverage of a ball of lightning landing on the intact bus, accidentally igniting the robbers' C4 and the fuel of the bus. Which is what decimated the area. He has not yet been linked to the rest of us, since they didn't get to see his masked pink-power ranger form.
The next day, the girl gets back. Seems she got there first, just before lightning-bomb-boy. She was thinking up a plan when he showed up and went kaboom, and she got knocked inside a brick wall where she spent a day recovering slightly. She also went to the hospital, and they took off her mask in front of cameras. She's connected with us, alright. Also, seems there's some kind of living cottonball with eyes skittering around the place. Not sure about it just yet.
-A few more days later-
The boss gets a memo from his higher-ups about a gang in the bay area. They all look exactly the same, within certain limits. Some are oriental, some are caucasian, some are african-american, but beyond that, they all look exactly the same. Large, dense, and strong. And they're not just thick-witted dense, it seems; their entire system is packed to be twice the density of normal human matter in any given area. (Mine's about three times as thick, but I'm not telling them that...) They can punch through brick walls, too, according to reports.
We went to Oakland. which was off a bit, as the 'gang' had last been seen in another town. After tracking them for a day (we'd found them hiding at some club or other) and resting up to invade their hideout (some sewers. Of course. Why is it always sewers or abandoned warehouses for these things?)
Eight feet tall. They look around five hundred pounds, so they probably weigh half a ton. The boss is invisible, the girl is hiding nearby, and the electric menace is staying home to avoid another mishap for a while. (Hopefully.)
We get to a door in the sewer, and I'm informed that two guys are inside. The door opens, and I get a flahslight in my face and a stupid expression. I say the second thing that comes to mind. "Sewer maintainence. We're here to clean your pipes," as I deck him. Yep, he's solid, but not as much as me. Even if he is almost twice my height.
He looks at me, surprised, and aims his gun at my face. Nothing happens, then he hits me with the gun like it was a club. I deck him again. He says, "Maybe you should help me with this guy," behind him, and smashes me a couple times. These guys really know how to hit so it hurts. I'm a little too busy to ask my people to help me (what are they doing?!) so I change tactics and start wrestling, despite the size difference.
Seems these guys might know how to hit effectively (unlike me, who am used to letting my muscles do the work...maybe I should look into training?) but they're a lot weaker than I am. I can hold this guy with hardly any effort. Unfortunately, this guy does have friends. Fortunately, there's only one more here right now. He hits me once, then misses and buries his fist in the wall next to me. Then the girl (I'm still not sure of her name) turns him to stone. We try questioning this one, but it seems these guys really are dim. The boss kills him with some kind of green energy, and has the girl break the statue of the other guy. Seems these're engineered humans who were more constructed than born. Not that that makes it right to kill them, but the others like them who'd been caught before just sort of died overnight somehow. We need to find who's been making them, and a computer on premesis left us one clue: some email from a "Doctor Genesis" or somesuch.
We headed back to the Arena, and are seeing if we can find any leads.