Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2015 23:44:24 GMT -5
“Titans West Chapter Five — Moving Day”
Written by: ArchKid
Co-conspirator: Power Guy
Editor: Marcus Mebes
The Metrotower, Los Angeles…
It’d been quite a week. Lex Luthor and, to a lesser extent, Brainiac had sent enemies after the Titans; Gigantus, Brainiac in disguise as the Construct, and the Royal Flush Gang. At least now, that hotel could be left behind. The entire Metrotower was ready and they could move in.
The entrance was fantastic. Five years from now, it would be a lounge room based on the design in Titans Tower. Today, it had three computer consoles to the right, five widescreen televisions, and four sofa lounges. As the members of Titans West entered, Wonder Warrior seemed the only one to notice the difference. The Arachnid and Starman, however, were already turning on the TVs. The two had definitely been spending too much time with the other. They were even agreeing now.
It was horrible. Now Wonder Warrior would have to put up with them, and he no longer had any aspirin. “Kid Comet, I thought you said you weren’t going to be staying in here,” Wonder Warrior noted, looking back at his teammate.
“Yeah, I’ve got this place to stay at. A friend of the family’s moving out of town and is sub-letting me their place,” he responded matter-of-factly.
“Oh. Okay, no problemo, pal,” Wonder Warrior said, walking down the hallway before hanging his head. “This is going to be the next Arkham Asylum!”
“We can hear you!” came the cries of half of the Titans West. Each sounded genuinely hurt, which meant they were lying.
“Is it, or is it not the truth?” Wonder Warrior called out.
***
The Metrotower Communications Room…
The room was a large circle, with thousands of machines in it. It was a regular mad scientist’s dream. It was a technological paradise. Communication screens everywhere.
Bee-Sting smirked. She could do good with this. Before, she’d only just turned one console on. Now, she’d see what this room offered.
***
The Top Floor…
Jemstone and Supergirl looked around the top floor. Peering out the window, Jemstone smiled, a little surprised how structurally sound this tall building within a building was. It was a good thing, but a little surprising. For Supergirl, it was like the Fortress, only more solid, and not as brilliantly lighted, and she couldn’t hear a beautiful soft hum. It was nice, but the Fortress was a thing of beauty. She knew the Metrotower was merely a highly dressed up place of business.
***
The Hangar…
The outside of the hangar was made up of the blue windows that faced the world. Granted, that’s not what opened up to release the Titans’ new transport that had just arrived. A gift from the military actually, in exchange for something the Titans would have to do—or allow—later on. The X-14 Silverstreak stared at Icemanling. The blue-skinned man smiled, whistling softly as he looked at it. The Silverstreak was capable of reaching MACH-7 on a good day. It was perfectly sound, having survived a barrage of tank shells.
Icemanling entered the cockpit. The Silverstreak was state of the art; more powerful than a javelin, faster than a Concorde, and all around a beautiful craft. Icemanling was happy, but he had to wonder: What did Wonder Warrior do, or agree to, to get this powerful, fast, and sleek jet?
***
Downtown L.A....
Terrorizing the streets was the man with the pale, almost ice-like skin, with the blue shorts and cape. That’s Minister Blizzard… the new one. A cold man—both heartless and to touch—Minister Blizzard was just a gentleman thief with a gimmick; Mister Freeze’s gimmick. The freeze gun: Minister Blizzard was one of the many who used the device, one of the many who found a way to have Mister Freeze’s genetic make-up, and not be confined to a “cold-suit”, and one of the few who did so voluntarily.
***
The Metrotower Communications Room…
Bee-Sting got the police alert. This was so much easier. She flipped some switches and contacted the Titans’ leader. Wonder Warrior was the only one needed, but, then again, what if he messed up? Bee-Sting considered that possibility, and contacted Icemanling as well. With Minister Blizzard on the loose, it was best to make sure someone who wasn’t going to be affected by his powers would be there.
The two Titans rushed into the room. Wonder Warrior first, always first, always so eager to stop the threats or die trying.
“Hey, good to have you both here. Downtown L.A. just got a case of frostbite. Wonder Warrior, you’re familiar with the Wonder Woman rogues. This one is Minister Blizzard.” Bee-Sting informed him matter-of-factly, almost as if it was an afterthought that needed saying.
“Of course. He’s C-list, maybe even lower. A cold-based villain. Not much of a threat…” Wonder Warrior said, looking at Bee-Sting. “I’ll put a stop to him now.”
“Hold up. This guy could freeze you up. In a really, really bad way. Are you prepared for him?” Icemanling interjected, quickly taking charge. “I’m going with you. We don’t just rush in Wonder Warrior, you said yourself you wouldn’t over-estimate your teammates, and you won’t underestimate our enemies. You’re underestimating Blizzard, if you go in alone, you may be frozen, and believe me, it’s not fun to be on ice.”
“So, we’re agreed? You’re both going to put a stop to him?” Bee-Sting asked, smiling weakly.
“I can handle this,” Wonder Warrior said as he looked at Icemanling. “No offense, but I know what I’m doing.”
“This is my element. I can totally handle this…” the frozen hero retorted. He hated being treated like he wasn’t needed. He knew what he was doing, and he had more than enough experience. “Wonder Warrior, I’m helping you out, because I know your arrogance is going to get in the way.”
***
Downtown L.A., 15 minutes and two more arguments later…
Wonder Warrior wasn’t very talkative. He hated his life. His parents… they didn’t even know he existed and wanted nothing to do with him. It was clouding his judgment. He knew he would have normally appreciated the help.
Why, in his time it was hard enough to find help, let alone get someone actually willing to help for the greater good alone. A sigh escaped Wonder Warrior’s lips as Icemanling set down the Silverstreak jet.
“Do you have a problem?” asked Icemanling coldly. He wasn’t trying to be so cold, but the arguments left him sore. It probably left Wonder Warrior in a worse mood. The two heroes unbuckled and exited the high-priced military jet.
“No,” grumbled the scion of Themiscyra. He didn’t care about this. He just wanted to show that pompous show-off that was his cousin that he was a hero. No one believed him… well, almost nobody. His teammate from the future, Palomé, was figuring out something, and his other teammates from the future trusted him; but only he KNEW the truth. But, that Wonder Idiot in black kept on pushing. One of these days, Wonder Warrior would do something about that… He’d show them…
“Then let’s take this sucker down!” Icemanling offered, pointing to Minister Blizzard. The man in the blue cape gasped, and aimed his freezing gun at them.
“Stay back! I’ll freeze you! I swear to God I will!” Minister Blizzard cried. He wasn’t much, but he was dangerous.
“This is the guy I told you I could beat. He’s a two-time loser. Best we just haul him off to the Super-Max and be done with it,” Wonder Warrior grumbled. He instantly charged into his enemy. Minister Blizzard went flying.
“Wonder Warrior, cool it!” Icemanling yelled, “This isn’t right. We don’t just fight him. We need a plan!” He managed to walk around the frozen street, finding frozen citizen after frozen citizen. He managed to drain the Freon powered ice from the trapped people, giving him a bit more power.
“I said stay back you Greek loon!” Minister Blizzard said. His freezing ray hit Wonder Warrior before he had a chance to deflect it, and froze the hero. Blizzard then turned to Icemanling. “Do you want to be next, momma’s boy?” the villain taunted smugly.
“Try me, Prime Minister Daiegros, I’m more than ready,” replied the hero, surprising the similarly-themed villain. Minister Blizzard turned his freezing ray on Icemanling. The blue glow engulfed the young hero, and in an instant Blizzard realized: it didn’t affect him.
“How? You even know my name. The gun didn’t… how?” Minister Blizzard mumbled, looking at Icemanling. “I don’t understand…”
“Are you daft? There are so many cold-based guys in this world; we all pretty much negate the other. It’s not hard to see.” Icemanling laughed, “C’mon Daiegros. I think your position in your government might be in trouble. I mean, if you were a dictator, maybe, but you seriously committed crimes in L.A. Why?”
“I figured that my gimmick was good, I may as well enjoy it and take what I want from this blasphemous city!” Blizzard retorted, before a blue gloved fist hit him. He was instantly on the ground.
Icemanling walked up to Wonder Warrior and drained the Freon powered ice. The Themiscyran hero fell to his knees and sneezed a few times. The two heroes looked at each other.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Wonder Warrior growled. He muttered several things under his breath, and pushed against the ground. A red blur was all that was left. Icemanling sighed. The leader of the Titans West was going through some hard times. He just hoped it wasn’t all bad, and maybe he would find the answers he sought.
***
Super-Max Maximum Security Meta-Prison, 3 hours later…
Minister Blizzard no longer had diplomatic immunity. He was disgraced—thrown out of his position of power. He just wanted notoriety. If he couldn’t be loved, he’d be loathed. And it didn’t work. He was now cooped up in a small cell. He was useless…
And then he heard a noise, a sound that was natural in such an unnatural environment. There stood a smug looking man, right in front of him. How he got in, Blizzard could only guess, but now, it was obvious this man wanted something from Minister Blizzard.
“Who are you?” the shamed villain asked quietly, looking at the man who broke in so easily; the man who walked into the Super-Max, no questions asked.
“I’ve been known by many names. History records me as the Human Eraser.” The man added, “I’ve fought Batman. I’ve erased crime scenes. Over 300 by this year. And, better still, I haven’t aged a day since I started this game,” the intruder smugly said.
“What do you want with me?” Blizzard asked, his eyes wide. He started to stutter. He didn’t know what to say. Fear was in his face, and the Eraser could see it.
“I want you to join a very select group. You aren’t the only one who’s been disgraced. We all have. I hope you’ll join the greatest threat all Titans will ever experience.” The Eraser smirked. “The Legion of Doom does not ask twice…”
***
Somewhere else…
“Bor-ing! Dull! What these guys need is to get really exciting real fast,” a 5th dimensional imp said. He sounded incredibly bored, and looked down at the scene we just saw, from a yellow bubble.
“Must you yammer on, child? I have no patience for your games,” came a gravelly voice with red eyes from the shadows.
“Hey, shut it. You should be thankful I managed to get us this precursor to our own story.” The imp smirked, looking away from the gravely voice.
“What are you babbling about, imp?” the gravely voice demanded. Fury was a tone all too present in the voice.
“Nothing. You wouldn’t understand. You can’t break the Fourth Wall. Never mind, big guy. I just want the audience to know that we’re coming. And boy, will we mess with the Titans West!” The imp gleefully laughed.
“Shut up, you incompetent fool,” the gravely voice roared in anger. “Remind me, after our little contest is over, what happens to the loser?”
“Meh. You’ll probably be in fan-fic limbo until the plot-line is brought up again.” The imp laughed.
Written by: ArchKid
Co-conspirator: Power Guy
Editor: Marcus Mebes
The Metrotower, Los Angeles…
It’d been quite a week. Lex Luthor and, to a lesser extent, Brainiac had sent enemies after the Titans; Gigantus, Brainiac in disguise as the Construct, and the Royal Flush Gang. At least now, that hotel could be left behind. The entire Metrotower was ready and they could move in.
The entrance was fantastic. Five years from now, it would be a lounge room based on the design in Titans Tower. Today, it had three computer consoles to the right, five widescreen televisions, and four sofa lounges. As the members of Titans West entered, Wonder Warrior seemed the only one to notice the difference. The Arachnid and Starman, however, were already turning on the TVs. The two had definitely been spending too much time with the other. They were even agreeing now.
It was horrible. Now Wonder Warrior would have to put up with them, and he no longer had any aspirin. “Kid Comet, I thought you said you weren’t going to be staying in here,” Wonder Warrior noted, looking back at his teammate.
“Yeah, I’ve got this place to stay at. A friend of the family’s moving out of town and is sub-letting me their place,” he responded matter-of-factly.
“Oh. Okay, no problemo, pal,” Wonder Warrior said, walking down the hallway before hanging his head. “This is going to be the next Arkham Asylum!”
“We can hear you!” came the cries of half of the Titans West. Each sounded genuinely hurt, which meant they were lying.
“Is it, or is it not the truth?” Wonder Warrior called out.
***
The Metrotower Communications Room…
The room was a large circle, with thousands of machines in it. It was a regular mad scientist’s dream. It was a technological paradise. Communication screens everywhere.
Bee-Sting smirked. She could do good with this. Before, she’d only just turned one console on. Now, she’d see what this room offered.
***
The Top Floor…
Jemstone and Supergirl looked around the top floor. Peering out the window, Jemstone smiled, a little surprised how structurally sound this tall building within a building was. It was a good thing, but a little surprising. For Supergirl, it was like the Fortress, only more solid, and not as brilliantly lighted, and she couldn’t hear a beautiful soft hum. It was nice, but the Fortress was a thing of beauty. She knew the Metrotower was merely a highly dressed up place of business.
***
The Hangar…
The outside of the hangar was made up of the blue windows that faced the world. Granted, that’s not what opened up to release the Titans’ new transport that had just arrived. A gift from the military actually, in exchange for something the Titans would have to do—or allow—later on. The X-14 Silverstreak stared at Icemanling. The blue-skinned man smiled, whistling softly as he looked at it. The Silverstreak was capable of reaching MACH-7 on a good day. It was perfectly sound, having survived a barrage of tank shells.
Icemanling entered the cockpit. The Silverstreak was state of the art; more powerful than a javelin, faster than a Concorde, and all around a beautiful craft. Icemanling was happy, but he had to wonder: What did Wonder Warrior do, or agree to, to get this powerful, fast, and sleek jet?
***
Downtown L.A....
Terrorizing the streets was the man with the pale, almost ice-like skin, with the blue shorts and cape. That’s Minister Blizzard… the new one. A cold man—both heartless and to touch—Minister Blizzard was just a gentleman thief with a gimmick; Mister Freeze’s gimmick. The freeze gun: Minister Blizzard was one of the many who used the device, one of the many who found a way to have Mister Freeze’s genetic make-up, and not be confined to a “cold-suit”, and one of the few who did so voluntarily.
***
The Metrotower Communications Room…
Bee-Sting got the police alert. This was so much easier. She flipped some switches and contacted the Titans’ leader. Wonder Warrior was the only one needed, but, then again, what if he messed up? Bee-Sting considered that possibility, and contacted Icemanling as well. With Minister Blizzard on the loose, it was best to make sure someone who wasn’t going to be affected by his powers would be there.
The two Titans rushed into the room. Wonder Warrior first, always first, always so eager to stop the threats or die trying.
“Hey, good to have you both here. Downtown L.A. just got a case of frostbite. Wonder Warrior, you’re familiar with the Wonder Woman rogues. This one is Minister Blizzard.” Bee-Sting informed him matter-of-factly, almost as if it was an afterthought that needed saying.
“Of course. He’s C-list, maybe even lower. A cold-based villain. Not much of a threat…” Wonder Warrior said, looking at Bee-Sting. “I’ll put a stop to him now.”
“Hold up. This guy could freeze you up. In a really, really bad way. Are you prepared for him?” Icemanling interjected, quickly taking charge. “I’m going with you. We don’t just rush in Wonder Warrior, you said yourself you wouldn’t over-estimate your teammates, and you won’t underestimate our enemies. You’re underestimating Blizzard, if you go in alone, you may be frozen, and believe me, it’s not fun to be on ice.”
“So, we’re agreed? You’re both going to put a stop to him?” Bee-Sting asked, smiling weakly.
“I can handle this,” Wonder Warrior said as he looked at Icemanling. “No offense, but I know what I’m doing.”
“This is my element. I can totally handle this…” the frozen hero retorted. He hated being treated like he wasn’t needed. He knew what he was doing, and he had more than enough experience. “Wonder Warrior, I’m helping you out, because I know your arrogance is going to get in the way.”
***
Downtown L.A., 15 minutes and two more arguments later…
Wonder Warrior wasn’t very talkative. He hated his life. His parents… they didn’t even know he existed and wanted nothing to do with him. It was clouding his judgment. He knew he would have normally appreciated the help.
Why, in his time it was hard enough to find help, let alone get someone actually willing to help for the greater good alone. A sigh escaped Wonder Warrior’s lips as Icemanling set down the Silverstreak jet.
“Do you have a problem?” asked Icemanling coldly. He wasn’t trying to be so cold, but the arguments left him sore. It probably left Wonder Warrior in a worse mood. The two heroes unbuckled and exited the high-priced military jet.
“No,” grumbled the scion of Themiscyra. He didn’t care about this. He just wanted to show that pompous show-off that was his cousin that he was a hero. No one believed him… well, almost nobody. His teammate from the future, Palomé, was figuring out something, and his other teammates from the future trusted him; but only he KNEW the truth. But, that Wonder Idiot in black kept on pushing. One of these days, Wonder Warrior would do something about that… He’d show them…
“Then let’s take this sucker down!” Icemanling offered, pointing to Minister Blizzard. The man in the blue cape gasped, and aimed his freezing gun at them.
“Stay back! I’ll freeze you! I swear to God I will!” Minister Blizzard cried. He wasn’t much, but he was dangerous.
“This is the guy I told you I could beat. He’s a two-time loser. Best we just haul him off to the Super-Max and be done with it,” Wonder Warrior grumbled. He instantly charged into his enemy. Minister Blizzard went flying.
“Wonder Warrior, cool it!” Icemanling yelled, “This isn’t right. We don’t just fight him. We need a plan!” He managed to walk around the frozen street, finding frozen citizen after frozen citizen. He managed to drain the Freon powered ice from the trapped people, giving him a bit more power.
“I said stay back you Greek loon!” Minister Blizzard said. His freezing ray hit Wonder Warrior before he had a chance to deflect it, and froze the hero. Blizzard then turned to Icemanling. “Do you want to be next, momma’s boy?” the villain taunted smugly.
“Try me, Prime Minister Daiegros, I’m more than ready,” replied the hero, surprising the similarly-themed villain. Minister Blizzard turned his freezing ray on Icemanling. The blue glow engulfed the young hero, and in an instant Blizzard realized: it didn’t affect him.
“How? You even know my name. The gun didn’t… how?” Minister Blizzard mumbled, looking at Icemanling. “I don’t understand…”
“Are you daft? There are so many cold-based guys in this world; we all pretty much negate the other. It’s not hard to see.” Icemanling laughed, “C’mon Daiegros. I think your position in your government might be in trouble. I mean, if you were a dictator, maybe, but you seriously committed crimes in L.A. Why?”
“I figured that my gimmick was good, I may as well enjoy it and take what I want from this blasphemous city!” Blizzard retorted, before a blue gloved fist hit him. He was instantly on the ground.
Icemanling walked up to Wonder Warrior and drained the Freon powered ice. The Themiscyran hero fell to his knees and sneezed a few times. The two heroes looked at each other.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Wonder Warrior growled. He muttered several things under his breath, and pushed against the ground. A red blur was all that was left. Icemanling sighed. The leader of the Titans West was going through some hard times. He just hoped it wasn’t all bad, and maybe he would find the answers he sought.
***
Super-Max Maximum Security Meta-Prison, 3 hours later…
Minister Blizzard no longer had diplomatic immunity. He was disgraced—thrown out of his position of power. He just wanted notoriety. If he couldn’t be loved, he’d be loathed. And it didn’t work. He was now cooped up in a small cell. He was useless…
And then he heard a noise, a sound that was natural in such an unnatural environment. There stood a smug looking man, right in front of him. How he got in, Blizzard could only guess, but now, it was obvious this man wanted something from Minister Blizzard.
“Who are you?” the shamed villain asked quietly, looking at the man who broke in so easily; the man who walked into the Super-Max, no questions asked.
“I’ve been known by many names. History records me as the Human Eraser.” The man added, “I’ve fought Batman. I’ve erased crime scenes. Over 300 by this year. And, better still, I haven’t aged a day since I started this game,” the intruder smugly said.
“What do you want with me?” Blizzard asked, his eyes wide. He started to stutter. He didn’t know what to say. Fear was in his face, and the Eraser could see it.
“I want you to join a very select group. You aren’t the only one who’s been disgraced. We all have. I hope you’ll join the greatest threat all Titans will ever experience.” The Eraser smirked. “The Legion of Doom does not ask twice…”
***
Somewhere else…
“Bor-ing! Dull! What these guys need is to get really exciting real fast,” a 5th dimensional imp said. He sounded incredibly bored, and looked down at the scene we just saw, from a yellow bubble.
“Must you yammer on, child? I have no patience for your games,” came a gravelly voice with red eyes from the shadows.
“Hey, shut it. You should be thankful I managed to get us this precursor to our own story.” The imp smirked, looking away from the gravely voice.
“What are you babbling about, imp?” the gravely voice demanded. Fury was a tone all too present in the voice.
“Nothing. You wouldn’t understand. You can’t break the Fourth Wall. Never mind, big guy. I just want the audience to know that we’re coming. And boy, will we mess with the Titans West!” The imp gleefully laughed.
“Shut up, you incompetent fool,” the gravely voice roared in anger. “Remind me, after our little contest is over, what happens to the loser?”
“Meh. You’ll probably be in fan-fic limbo until the plot-line is brought up again.” The imp laughed.