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Post by John Roche on Aug 1, 2003 17:38:35 GMT -5
Note: This is based on an idea tossed around by myself and InterKnight via AIM. It's basically a series based on wOw, but sort of like the SF cartoon or GI Joe. Also, certain factors are based on earlier roster listings depending on certain groups.
wOw: The Series
Scene: A Boston, MA laboratory near Harvard University. The people of Boston go back and forth near the lab. Suddenly, the door is busted open. Out step Halo and Prodigy, holding a rather sizable electromagnet.
H: This was easy.
P: Like Sunday morning.
H: Now we merely need make our escape before...
Just then, a bullet-like car pulls up in front of the laboratory, out from which stepped Jayce Simmons and John Roche.
JS: Well, well, well... The Sovereign Supremacy. Don't you losers ever learn?
H: You're fools if you think you can stop us? With this electromagnet, we will bring this entire country--nay, this world--to its knees.
JR: I don't think so. You see, you failed to factor in some important factors...
Before he could continue, Prodigy threw a punch at him. Roche dodged, flipped over Prodigy's head, and elbowed him in the back of the head. Meanwhile, Halo leaps at Jayce Simmons, who monkey-flips him in front of a stopped car.
Upon recovering from the fall, Halo turns his eyes to a young man on the street. He grabs him from behind around the neck.
H: Stay your hands Cannonballers, lest this whelp be compelled to jump from this mortal coil.
YM: I don't think so.
The young man then punches Halo in the kidneys, forcing him to break the chokehold. He then punches Halo's nose, forcing blood from it and knocking him down. Halo wipes his face, facing Prodigy.
H: Prodigy, we must make haste. We are surely outclassed this day.
P: Hmmph. Perhaps.
Prodigy pulls a pellet from his jacket and throws it to the ground. Smoke forms around them. As the smoke clears, Prodigy and Halo are gone, and the electromagnet with them.
JR: Well, that was less than successful.
JS: The Commish is gonna have our heads.
YM: The commish?
JS: Well, it's a long story. To hear it, you'll have to come with us. Jayce Simmons, by the way.
JR: John Roche.
YM: Jared Steele.
JR: Now that we've been properly introduced...
(exeunt)
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Post by John Roche on Aug 1, 2003 17:40:49 GMT -5
The next day...
"Hello, this is Jocelyn Richter from Global News Network. Yesterday, Harvard's Peter Lox Laboratory was robbed by the group calling itself the Sovereign Supremacy. We go live to Peter Lox, CEO of Razor Enterprises, with his response to the circumstances."
Go to Peter Lox at a press conference.
NYT Reporter: Mr. Lox, what is your response to the robbery of the hypermagnet from the laboratory you subsidized?
PL: Well, that's an interesing question. Of course, the loss of the magnet was unfortunate; however, it was fortunate that the situation was handled before any lives were lost.
Suddenly, the monitor before him suddenly showed a shadowy figure, speaking with a scrambled voice.
Figure: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is John Blaze, leader of the Sovereign Supremacy. Phase one of our grand plan was completed with the acquisition of our hypermagnet, and when the plan is completed, the world will tremble before our unstoppable genius.
Jocelyn: Well, this is an interesting development. We have heard from the enigmatic head of the Sovereign Supremacy, and the world is on edge. This is Jocelyn Richter with GNN.
Meanwhile:
A blindfolded Jared Steele is in a Jeep with John Roche and Jayce Simmons.
Jared: Is this really necessary to put the blindfold on me?
John: Well, it was either that or gouge your eyes out, and you'll need two seeing eyes to do what we need you to do.
Jayce: If it makes you feel better, you'll be able to take it off soon.
They pull up to a bunker. They enter and go into the awaiting elevator.
Upon reaching the bottom of the shaft, Steele's blindfold is taken off. The first thing he sees is a man sitting in a chair with his back turned to him. The man turns around to greet Steele.
"Hello, Mr. Steele. I am Randolph Reynolds. Welcome to the inner workings of Project: Cannonball."
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Post by John Roche on Aug 1, 2003 17:41:18 GMT -5
Jared Steele looked at his new acquaintance and replied to his greeting with a bewildered, "What... the..."
Reynolds interrupted him. "This is Project: Cannonball, a top-secret anti-terrorist group loosely affiliated with the federal government. As long as we don't mess things up, they don't particularly care what we do."
"What does that have to do with why you brought me here?"
"Well, you got caught in the middle of an operation in which we tried--and failed--" Reynolds shot a dirty look at Roche and Simmons. "--to stop the Sovereign Supremacy from obtaining a powerful electromagnet."
"Which means you either had to welcome me into the fold or make my unfortunate passing look like an accident, I presume?"
"Yes. But considering how well you handled yourself out there, we decided we would be better served by letting you live."
"Back up just a bit... who are the Sovereign Supremacy, and what did they want with the electromagnet?"
Roche answered before Reynolds did. "The Sovereign Supremacy is a paramilitary group dedicated to global conquest and terror. We believe the electromagnet is part of a larger plan."
Simmons added, "So the big question we have is, where and when will they strike next? If they intend to use that magnet, they'll need a lot of power to run it."
Reynolds stated, "We can discuss our game plan later, but first, we have a recruit to show around."
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Post by John Roche on Aug 2, 2003 20:17:04 GMT -5
Meanwhile, in the main office of Razor Enterprises...
Peter Lox is playing with a Chinese finger trap.
Intercom: Mr. Blaze, two gentlemen are here to see you. They say it's urgent.
Lox/Blaze: *groan* Send them in. And need I remind you not to call me that?!
Intercom: Sorry, Mr. Bl... Mr. L... forget I said anything. *static*
Lox then dims the lights to hide his countenance.
Halo and Prodigy step in.
Halo: Mr. Blaze, we have good news.
Blaze: If it's about the perpetual battery being pinpointed, I already know. You forget that I have ears everywhere.
Prodigy: Yes, of course, Mr. Blaze.
Halo: Shall we hasten the next piece of our intricate design, master Blaze?
Blaze: Naturally. But there's something you must do before this...
J. Radd, standing in the corner, but unseen until now, raises his head from his contemplative stance.
J. Radd: The secretary. She slipped up, exposed the business, as it were.
Blaze: I so despise asking skilled warriors and assassins like yourselves to do this, but would you deign to stoop so low as to put Mandi out of her misery?
Halo: Master, to facilitate the recognition of our ultimate ideals, I would slit my sainted mother's throat.
Prodigy: What he said.
(exeunt Halo, Prodigy)
Blaze: Now, Mr. Radd. You will likely want to join them on the next leg of their journey...
Radd: Say no more, boss. I'll just keep sight unseen until it's time to reveal myself. (exit)
(end scene)
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Post by John Roche on Aug 12, 2003 15:05:23 GMT -5
P:C Technology Maintenance Room
A young man with "57U: 1363nD @ w0rK" on a nameplaque on his desk sighs while randomly clicking on his mouse.
"57U": I'm bored. This sucks.
Suddenly, the door to the room opens and Reynolds, Roche and Steele enter.
"57U": Mr. Reynolds! Sorry. Is this the new recruit?
Reynolds: Yes, Stu, this is Jared Steele, our latest addition.
Stu: It's an honor and a privilege to welcome you to our happy family.
Steele's attention is drawn to a beer keg in the corner.
Steele: They let you techies drink? Wouldn't that be a recipe for disaster?
Stu: Actually, this is a side project I did my first year here. I call him the Kinetic Efficiency Gyrobot. KEG for short.
Steele: Kinetic... Efficiency?
Reynolds: Basically, it keeps everything moving smoothly.
Roche: To put it in generic terms, it's a maintenance droid.
*Phone rings*
Reynolds: I'm sorry, I have to take this. Hello?
Voice: Mr. Reynolds? This is Heyman. We got hit pretty hard by the SS. They had the usual suspects, but there was another... They struck like lightning. I'm the only one who escaped.
Reynolds: So I presume the battery...
Heyman: Yes, sir. I'm sorry. *click*
Reynolds shakes his head in disbelief, betraying some frustration.
Roche: Mr. Reynolds, what was that about?
Reynolds: This is just great. General Samuels is gonna have our heads for this.
Steele: General Samuels?
Reynolds: He's on the Joint Chiefs of Staff. He has made his disapproval of the project very well-known since its inception. We'll be lucky to hear the end of this.
Roche: Sorry, Stu. We're gonna have to cut the tour short. We have to get to the dish before they do.
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Post by John Roche on Aug 16, 2003 18:45:04 GMT -5
Shortly after Roche, Simmons and Steele leave:
Samuels: Your precious project has come up short not once, but twice, now, Mr. Reynolds.
Reynolds: They caught us off guard the first time, and overpowered us the second time. I won't deny that. In the second case, Heyman has taken full responsibility for dropping the ball.
Samuels: "It's all Heyman's fault"... do you expect me to believe that?
Reynolds: Well, he said so himself.
Meanwhile...
Steele: I think I know what's going on here.
Roche: What do you mean?
Steele: Well, so far, they've stolen a powerful electromagnet and a battery that can conceivably run forever.
Simmons: True...
Steele: And now, they're going after a satellite dish.
Roche: Hmm... They could use the battery to run the magnet...
Simmons: And the dish to transmit an EMP... my God.
Roche: If they did that, the result would make Y2K look like a syntax error.
Steele: We have to stop them.
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Post by John Roche on Aug 23, 2003 19:59:48 GMT -5
After they arrive at a news station, our heroes set up perimeters near the satellite dishes.
Steele: At least this time we're one step ahead of them.
Roche: True, but I don't like this too much.
Simmons: What do you mean?
Roche: Well, you'd think that after they got the battery, they would have made a direct beeline for the satellite dishes.
Steele: Maybe they decided to formulate an alternate plan.
Suddenly, a nearby smoke bomb explodes. Our heroes cough until it dissipates, and J. Radd appears.
Radd: Roche... it's been entirely too long.
Roche: Not long enough.
Roche takes a swing at Radd, but Radd catches his arm and flings him at a nearby tree. Roche shifts his weight, his feet hitting the tree. He then leaps from the tree at Radd, headbutting him in the stomach. As Radd gasps for air, Steele and Simmons flank Roche, who grabs him by the collar and says,
Roche: Why did Blaze send you?
Radd simply begins chuckling, then roaring with laughter as the biggest of the dishes is lifted by chains that were connected during the fracas.
Steele, Simmons and Roche look behind them, Roche still holding on to Radd, and curse in disbelief.
Roche: You had better tell us everything you know about your boss' plans.
Radd simply smirks and drops an object in his clenched fist. Smoke fills the area around him, and when it clears, he is gone.
Roche: Dammit! How could I be so stupid?!
Steele: At least we got that tracker on the dish.
Simmons: So we could get to where they're headed before they do.
(exeunt)
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Post by John Roche on Sept 13, 2003 17:39:45 GMT -5
In the SS Headquarters...
Prodigy: What a bunch of easy marks.
Radd: I can't believe Roche's blind hatred of me would make this so easy.
Halo: Certainly, rage can lay low even the mightiest general.
Blaze: It doesn't matter. We have what we want. Now we hold the very fate of modern civilization in our hands.
Meanwhile, at Cannonball Headquarters...
Roche: I am so incredibly sorry, Mr. Reynolds.
Reynolds: Well... I can't be mad. We were all fooled.
Steele: What do you mean?
Reynolds: The homing beacon was going fine, until it reached the block where Razor Enterprises is located. Around that block is a veritable Faraday cage.
Simmons: Fara... what?
Stu: Simply put, a Faraday cage is a perfect shield against electromagnetic fields.
Steele: Hmm... You don't think that...
Stu: Razor Enterprises has something to do with this?
Roche: It is their magnet, and it seems sort of interesting that Razor Enterprises' headquarters would be constructed in such a way as to prevent harm from the plans of the Sovereign Supremacy.
Steele: Then it's settled. Let's go.
Reynolds: I'd object, but I was about to say the same thing.
(exeunt all but Reynolds)
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Post by John Roche on Sept 14, 2003 20:58:13 GMT -5
Later, at Razor Enterprises' main building...
Prodigy: Sir, there's a jet approaching at high speed from Washington. It seems like it's from those damned Cannonballers.
Blaze: Let them come. They're too late to stop us.
On the jet:
Roche: So they essentially want the keys to every nation's treasury or else they'll set off their EMP device. That's our understanding of the situation, correct?
Steele: I think so.
Simmons: What are we waiting for, then? Let's go do this!
They jump out of the plane over Razor Enterprises and crash through the skylight.
Blaze: Dammit!
Simmons: The game's up, Blaze. This little plan of yours ends here.
Blaze: Not if I have anything to say about it... and I do. Prodigy, Halo, attack!
Prodigy and Halo rush Roche and Simmons, keeping them busy while Blaze rushes over to the remote which controls the EMP device.
Blaze: You fools! As soon as I press this button, the Earth will be dragged, kicking and screaming, into a new age... the age of the Sovereign Supremacy!
Just as he's about to hit the button, he's blindsided by Jared Steele, who then grabs the now-airborne remote, throwing it to the ground and smashing it under his foot.
Steele: The only age that's beginning is the age of your prison term... Peter Lox!
Lox/Blaze: So... you know my secret. Billionaire industrialist Peter Lox is in reality the leader of the Sovereign Supremacy. Then again, we all have our secrets, don't we?
Prodigy: Your little Project: Cannonball has never been publically acknowledged, so anyone who hears of this will likely believe that you're a bunch of vandals.
Roche: What are you getting at?
Lox/Blaze: What I'm "getting at," as you so eloquently put it, is that it's rather difficult to save the world from behind bars. Either you leave right now, or I devote my billions to making your lives and the lives of everyone you hold dear a living hell.
Steele (on intercom): Mr. Reynolds, are you getting all this? Lox is Blaze!
Reynolds: I hear it. Let him go.
Steele: But...
Reynolds: LET HIM GO. As he said, we're not officially recognized by the federal government. And we all have a lot of people we "hold dear," don't we?
Roche: Grr... You win this round, Blaze. Let's go.
Next morning:
Jocelyn Richter: And in other news, the skylight of Razor Enterprises was mysteriously shattered by what is said to be a large bird. With more on that is Peter Lox himself.
Lox: Well, it's very simple. I was roasting up some very delicious steak and some famished bird of prey must have caught a whiff of it marinating. You'd be surprised how often this happens.
Richter: I'm sure it does. This is Jocelyn Richter, signing off.
Roche: We were so close. We had him right in our grasp... and we let him go.
Reynolds: We'll get him eventually. We couldn't get him that time, though. As he said, he could make all our lives, and the lives of those we care about, hell. Don't worry, though... the day was ours, no matter what Blaze thinks.
Steele: We'll have to be careful from now on. We may know his secret, but he knows that we know. And that makes him a very dangerous man.
Simmons: That's true. But he knows that we're dangerous, too.
Reynolds: I forgot to compliment you on your quick thinking, Jared. We probably never would have been able to save the day with just two people.
Stu: You could have sent me, too.
Reynolds: Yeah, we could've done that... *chuckle*
(everybody laughs)
Stu: Hahahahahahahhhhh... my life is a joke.
*END*
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