Nightfang paced the halls of the headquarters, his mind spinning with different methods to defend it. He was a veteran hero of Paragon City, and he had just fallen in with a small group of heroes attempting to make a name for themselves in town. He shook his head forlornly. He had seen the Starblazers in action, they were a ragtag bunch of misfits in fancy costumes, granted, they did have some skills, but they would need some godawful training before they could stand up against some of the bigger boys in P.C.
He smiled as he remembered the fire blast his compatriot Overheat had sent into his back on their first supergroup battle. There was Crescent Moon, their healer, a soft-hearted, but sharp-tongued woman. He liked her the moment he saw her. There was rocks-for-brains tanker Boulderskull, mind controller Mental Meltdown, and their former leader (until he got the job), a sword-swinger named Quicksilver.
Quicky fancied himself a technical expert, and comandeered a couple of floor autoguns to do some "personal modifications". A small "boom" from nearby alerted Fang to the outcome of that experiment. He sighed and turned back, walking through the door into the command room.
(In case you are wondering, the base is built like so, a single small room at the beginning with the teleporter, a long corridor, then a huge room with communication consoles in the top left corner, bunk beds along the right wall, workshop tables along the bottom right corner, the big computer and viewscreen on the top wall, and in the middle is a sunken area with couches, a table, fridge, and t.v. I leave the rest of the story and work to your imaginations).
Nightfang paced the halls of the headquarters, his mind spinning with different methods to defend it. He was a veteran hero of Paragon City, and he had just fallen in with a small group of heroes attempting to make a name for themselves in town. He shook his head forlornly. He had seen the Starblazers in action, they were a ragtag bunch of misfits in fancy costumes, granted, they did have some skills, but they would need some godawful training before they could stand up against some of the bigger boys in P.C.
He smiled as he remembered the fire blast his compatriot Overheat had sent into his back on their first supergroup battle. There was Crescent Moon, their healer, a soft-hearted, but sharp-tongued woman. He liked her the moment he saw her. There was rocks-for-brains tanker Boulderskull, mind controller Mental Meltdown, and their former leader (until he got the job), a sword-swinger named Quicksilver.
Quicky fancied himself a technical expert, and comandeered a couple of floor autoguns to do some "personal modifications". A small "boom" from nearby alerted Fang to the outcome of that experiment. He sighed and turned back, walking through the door into the command room.
(In case you are wondering, the base is built like so, a single small room at the beginning with the teleporter, a long corridor, then a huge room with communication consoles in the top left corner, bunk beds along the right wall, workshop tables along the bottom right corner, the big computer and viewscreen on the top wall, and in the middle is a sunken area with couches, a table, fridge, and t.v. I leave the rest of the story and work to your imaginations).
Sleepinin