The_Rocketman

Jonny watched with fascination as the strange creature leapt across the room in a single bound and smashed the sadistic turret right in front of his eyes. In fact, he was so infatuated that he momentarily forgot that only his incredible momentum was keeping him glued to the wall, and he unceremoniously fell off.

"WOW! umm...that was...thanks!" he mumbled as he rubbed the newly forming bump on the side of his head. With his immediate danger out of the way, he turned to face the oncoming horde of harpies...until he realized there were about two dozen pink needle-like mind darts streaming his way.

Jonny sighed as he easily moved to the other end of the room in a brief flash. "Is that the best you can d--" his insult was cut off as he noticed the change in angle the darts made, effectively following him across the room.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Jonny screamed as needles closed in. At the last moment he dashed off to the left, and the needles followed in tow. All of this running was making him tired, but luckily, he had a plan. He sped up to near unfathomable speed as the harpies tried relentlessly to corner him.

"You want me?" he screamed in delight at the goddess's henchman that now dashed in front of him to impede his progress. "YOU GOT ME!"

Jonny Rocket collided shoulder-first at neckbreaking speed with the harpies. The sight was something akin to seeing someone make a strike down at the Paragon City Bowling Alley. Disfigured Harpies flew this way and that as Jonny continue to fly down the ball room. He didn't dare stop because he knew those needles were but a second behind him. Luckily a second is all he would need.

"This one is for Rush you sadistic son of a b!tch" The Rocketman screamed as his momentum brought him crashing into the dark commander's force field, weakening it greatly.

The villains eyes widened in suprise and mischevious triumph as he realized his force field had withstood the attack...but where was the one they called Rocketman? He felt a light tap on his shoulder, and when he whirled around there was Jonny. Rocket stood there with arms crossed and a smile planted slyly on his face.

He had placed the dark commander in between himself and the psychic needles...and with his weaked force field, Jonny doubted the commander could withstand another attack like the one that was coming his way.

Jonny's sly smile widened into a mischevious grin as the commander wipped back around, suddenly realizing the danger of the situation...

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then louder so his voice would carry, "But when I get done with ya, I'll deal with the OLD **** on the chandelier."

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The goddess swung her head at the well aimed insult, and lost just enough of her concentration to keep Jonny Rocket from becoming a rather unsightly mess on the ballroom floor.

Rocketman twisted in midair, and managed to hit the floor with minimal impact...all things considering. He felt his teeth rattle and his shoulder give a painful crack as he crashed to the marble floor. He rolled over quickly, and stifled a wince of pain as he hopped back to his feet.

He regained his composure, and at exactly the right time too. Bullets began to pelt all around him from a turret which looked to be digitally operated by a man in military garb.

"FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY!" Jonny shouted. "I JUST GOT HURDLED THROUGH THE AIR BY A PSYCHIC AND NOW YOU'RE SHOOTING AT ME. THIS PARTY SUCKS!"

Jonny stutter-stepped past the first few bullets, and then he was off again. Running, always running. However, the pain in his hip, probably a direct result from the fall, made it that much more of a chore. He dashed down to the end of the room, avoiding the multitude of mercenaries, harpies and supervillains as best he could. Without thinking, he turned horizontal, and began running along the wall in a display of pure speed and disregard. The turret followed his every move, riddling the wall with bullets. Thankfully, it was always a step behind.

"Umm...little help here?!" he yelled to the man battling the girl with the claws and the strange sqid-like creature that now stood beside him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the masses of villains closing in, and realized soon he wouldn't have very much room to run.

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“I bet you do love your job,” said the goddess as she now levitated Johnny in front of her in a psionic bubble, “ If you havn’t guessed by now, I’m a psychic and I see that you know that little annoyance by the name of Rush. Well then, I think it would be fun if I made you my manservant,” The Goddess closed her eyes for a short second, concentrated, and then gazed directly at Johnny. Her beauty became radiant as it flowed into Johnny’s mind. It was if she was directly gazing into his soul.


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Jonny found himself paused in midair, but wasn't exactly sure how. He glanced around, then his head whipped back to the goddess panicky. She was mumbling something that he couldn't really make out above the dull roar of his headphones. It's ok, he supposed, all these villains ever do is go into long, drawn-out solilquies about how they're going to rule the world and stuff. He doubted he was missing much, but just to be sure...
"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" he shouted as he motioned toward his headphones. "GIVE ME A SECOND TO TAKE OFF M--"

He didn't finish the sentence as a look of absolute outrage and pure hatred spread across the beautiful women's face. This didn't look good. He realized she was a pyschic, and that she had him suspended quite a ways off the ground.

"This...This is going to hurt isn't it?" Jonny asked meekly as the Goddess disgusted flung him back down toward the ballroom floor, rivaling speeds only he could match.

For the third time of the night, Jonny mumbled "Uh oh..."

It was a cool night in Paragon city, and it always becomes just a little bit cooler when you're moving at speeds in excess of 200mph. Jonny Rocket, better known as Rocketman, was bouncing from rooftop to rooftop at absolutely insane speeds...and was going faster every second. The wind ripped all about him, pushing back his short blonde hair, and whipping about the varsity jacket sporting, ironically enough, a rocket. His jeans also spun in the wind, and the soles of his white sneakers were beginning to grow hot from the stress placed on them by the rough cement which composed most of the rooftops in the downtown Paragon district.

Johnny came to an extremely tall building, and without a moment's hesitation jumped forward, planted his feet, and began running vertically up the side of it. In a fraction of a second he reached the top of the monstrous building, and subsequently lept off into the night sky, seemingly gliding above the city below...until he realized he couldn't fly.

"Uh oh" was all that could flash through his head before he comically began thrashing his arms and legs in a futile attempt to stifle the imminent impact. He crashed down onto an adjacent rooftop, but his feet never quit moving, and all the mess that he left was a few deep cracks in the cement (as opposed to something a little more gorey).

"Close one" he thought as a mischievous smirk graced his boyish features and he ran on ever faster. He reached down and picked up his standard issue official "hero communicator" that the white-collars at the City Hall told him was part of his essential hero gear. His smile grew even wider as he saw who had sent out the call. "RUSH!" he yelled enthusiastically into the night. The signal was coming just a few minutes away as well. He made it in seconds.

As he came up on the building from which the signal was coming, Johnny didn't even bother to slow down...'couldn't' slow down. He placed on his headphones, which were blasting his favorite heavymetal song of the night and rushed onward. In a spit second he saw the broken windows, and the trolls below being fired on by an unknown military operative. He instinctively knew (or perhaps knew from experience) who had made at least one of those broken windows, but didn't have time to contemplate anything more. He was going too fast...again. He tried to stop on the roof before the mansion-like building, but when you're moving that quickly, it's not really what we'd call an option. He studderstepped on the edge of the roof before flying headfirst into the ballroom through the first of the broken windows. He sailed over a 6 foot tall woman that looked remarkably like an amazonian, and then straight into...and then through a large marble pillar that graced the room. If he was lucky, and he seldom was, he would have stopped right there, but his momentum carried him into the remains the staircase banister which splintered under his velocity.

"Ouch" Jonny grumbled in understatement as he slowly rose from the splinters and chaos he had made of the stairwell. He saw Rush over in the corner beating up a bunch of women with his fancy kungfujitsumacallit. He never really understood all of that martial arts stuff anyway.

"Hey buddy!" he called jovially to the hero in red that looked like he had more than his hands full. Rush grunted in response, but Jonny seemed not to notice.

Jonny looked up into the center of the room and seemingly for the first time laid eyes on the beautiful woman hovering amist the cachophany. "I...err..." he started as he felt the blood rush to his cheeks from being in the presence of such a noble and beautiful woman. "My name is John, but all my friends call me Jonny" he said, but then muttered to himself under his breath, "Damnit, you're blowing this hotshot." He tried again. "Umm, so this is your pad? I like it...and umm, sorry about the pillar"

"She's the villain you moron!" Johnny heard Rush scream from in the middle of a quickly growing sea of women, that at second glance, didn't look too sweet after all.

"Oh, uh...right. Forget the whole Jonny thing then...you know, secret identity and all. The name's Rocketman, and you're about to get the beating of your life lady."

He crouched down into a seemingly defensive squatting position, but then sprung forward using his powerful legs that often got him into more trouble than naught to propel himself at the flying lady at an incredible speed. He saw her eyes momentarily widen, and his constant smirk grew into a full blown grin as he turned up the volume on his headphones even more.

"God I love my job" was the last thing that left his mind as he rocketed toward the vixen at neckbreaking speed.