((As this is my actual first real story, any suggestions you have would be greatly appreciated))
Working hard at his office, the man didnt even notice as Roger entered. Waiting patiently in his chair, the man finally looked up, noticing Roger.
Ah youre here! Please take a seat. the man said cheerfully.
Roger looked around. I am in my seat. Youre a moron.
The cheerful expression from the man vanished. So
you know what youre here for right? Your security level placement.
Hmm? Right, right. Anyway, so what about it? Dont all heroes start at level one? Its kind of stupid.
Some heroes have already had plenty of experience, although most heroes just start at level one. It all just depends. Lets see your record shall we?
Oh joy
After what seemed like eternity, the man finally looked up from reading the record. Well, from your record, it seems like you already have plenty of experience in handling that suit right there he motioned toward the suit and your body is like that of a twenty year old. Therefore, we will place you at level twenty-six, unusually high for a starting hero.
After the shock, Roger went back out of the office into another office down the hall. He was told that if he was over level twenty, he would need a sidekick.
Walking into the office and sitting in the chair with a thud, he coolly looked at the man writing down something in his notebook.
Ah yes, Roger Cunningham, AKA Silander. Now, we have plenty of sidekicks for you, but we have assigned one to you. His name is the Ricocheting Fist, apparently he just flies all over the place and bowls people over. Ah, here he is! as he motioned to the doorway.
Roger didnt turn around. He didnt care.
Hey there sir! said a pipsqueak voice from behind.
Roger quickly turned around. Oh
.its a kid. Dont call me sir
.your not my son.
Sorry si-guy
He is seventeen years old. Started the man. He apparently got his powers from a mutation from his two parents that gave birth to him but died in the Rikiti War.
Seventeen? Roger asked Thats way too young! He should be-
The minimum age is ten. And we dont send them off unless we know they will survive.
But
fine. Ill be able to keep him alive anyway. Roger sighed.
Good. Now, go to Fred Sullen and hell fix you up. The man said, returning to his work.
As they walked down the hall to Fred, Fist couldnt stop jumping and running around. Finally Roger couldnt stand it.
Would you take some pills or something? Look, Im not-He stopped to check a panel in his arm in his suit nice or anything. Just stay still and well be fine.
Sorry
They finally got to the office of Fred Sullen, and stepped into his office. Fred Sullen?
Ah, the new recruits. Time for your first assignment
First off Fred said, sizing up both of the heroes you need to choose a contact.
A contact? I thought you were our contact
Roger said, almost muttering.
Laughing, Fred replied, You could say that. Im your contact to a contact. Anyway, we have numerous contacts stationed around the city
.hrm
.theres a clockwork guy, someone who focuses on Nemesis
Any contacts on Rikiti? Roger said quickly.
Rikiti? Fred asked, surprised. Heh, never had someone want to go battle Rikiti. Nasty bunch. But yeah, Butch Hartman has a few things. I got to warn you, he will expect a lot from you.
Ive battled Rikiti before. Not a big deal.
Ok. Butch is stationed in Steel. He usually hangs out in a parking garage. Heres a map of his position. Fred reached down into his desk and pulled out a map. Here ya go.
Thanks. Come on spaz, we got work to do. Roger said, smiling.
Ok sir
Fist replied, slowly walking.
Right. Anyway, so long.
Stepping out of the office and down the elevators, Roger walked out of the building and surveyed his surroundings. He was in Steel Canyon, right in the heart of the zone. He got out his map and began to check it.
Says Butch is up the road a bit. Can you go fast? Roger asked Fist.
No sir. Im not classified under a super speeder yet.
Dont call me sir... Ok, I can give you a ride there, but its a short distance, about one forth of a mile from here, well walk. Roger said with a sigh.
Ok, fine. Fist said depressed.
As they walked down the sidewalk, they saw some Outcasts shaking down someone.
Hey kid, want to test out your abilities?
Sure thing si- yes I would.
Ok, on my signal
go!
Fist raced in to the gang, avoiding all the fists that were flying while he himself doing massive damage with his quick and precise blows to all of the Outcasts. Roger was staying behind, concentrating positive energy into Fist while also neutralizing the enemies. In a matter of minutes, the battle was over.
Roger checked a panel in his arm. Good work kid. Come on, lets go.
Pretty soon they got to Butch. He was a puny guy but had the look of a killer. Roger had no doubt in his mind that he was probably a killer.
Fred sent us. Names Roger.
Butch just looked at them coldly. Good. Now, we have a situation in Talos that needs to be solved ASAP. The Rikiti took over a Council lab at 6:00 a.m. this morning. That means three hours has gone by already. We wouldve sent for someone already to go in there but we have only just heard it when a fleeing civilian came and told us. You know the way. Do this one right and maybe we can work together more. Find out what the Rikiti want to do there and then destroy all the aliens in the lab. Over and out.
Ok the tram to Talos is a bit far, Ill head over there and bring you there. And in a blast of darkness he was gone.
As the stood in front of the lab, they were surprised in how well hidden it was.
We goin in there? Fist asked nervously.
Yeah. Anyway, be careful in there. Roger said, looking at Fist.
Sure thing.
As they stepped into the lab, they were blinded by the whiteness of it all. But they stepped forward, down the steps and into the hallway.
The hallway was completely white. It was a four-way hallway, but the two heroes could not see any signs of Rikiti resistance. They turned left and around a corner when they saw them.
Wait! Roger exclaimed Go down the left first. They have a gap in there. Ill go in there. You stay back here.
What? I am not staying back here! Fist fired back, the first time he showed attitude. I can handle it!
Youre only a kid! Roger replied, furious You cant just throw away your life like this!
Throw away my life? Just give me a chance. You can pull me out cant you?
Roger stopped for a moment. I suppose I can pull you out
Ok, but you screw it up youre staying back!
Fine.
Ok, now go! Roger said when he saw a weakness.
Fist ran in there as fast as he could. Dodging all the blasts directed toward him, he jump kicked a gunner into the wall while holding back a soldier. Spinning, he raised his legs up and felt a power surge go throughout his whole body. He felt stronger than ever.
Ducking, he saw a communications officer that was managing a portal. Weaving through the group of Rikiti, he landed on the officer and knocked him unconscious. Then he took out the computer managing the portal. The rest of the Rikiti fell easily.
Nothing in this room! Fist said, grinning.
You did good. Sorry bout that. Just
Yeah I read your profile. I know what your feeling.
Turning around, they walked back and down the top path of the previous hallway.
As they walked down the corridor, they could hear a distinct human voice crying for help.
Fist broke into a sprint, following the voice. Wait! Roger called, running after him.
By the time Roger got there, Fist was standing on a pile of Rikiti bodies while helping a woman up off her feet.
Wow
I know right? That was crazy! Fist said excitedly, grinning.
As they rounded down the last corridor, they saw a huge amount of Rikiti guarding what looked like a desk full of documents. The Rikiti seemed to be conversing amongst themselves.
Oh yeah Fist Roger started Did that lady say anything?
Oh, right Fist replied the lady said that they were working on a new armor for the soldiers that would rival the Rikiti, but she didnt understand why the Rikiti would do that. I mean, their armor is better and they have tons of it, why would they have to steal ours? Oh, and she said there is a whole section of the lab that the Rikiti havent found yet because its hidden.
So that we wont level the playing field. But if the Council is developing it, why would the Rikiti care? Its strange
they dont fight much. Theyre only fights are in Founders, but even thats not much
Theres more to this then we think.
So you say was the simple answer from Fist.
Ok this will be a little tougher then the other groups, but thats alright. No strategy here, just run in and annihilate them.
Are you sure sir? This is about three times as big as the other groups we fought
Dont call me sir and yes Im sure. Now go! And with that Fist was off.
One after another the Rikiti were going down. Roger didnt even need to worry about Fist, he was doing so well.
Ducking and weaving, one of the Rikitis swords finally came in contact with Fist. Roger was quickly there to heal him, but no positive energy came out.
Oh no
dang it! Im not getting any positive energy
shoot. He raced back to the original hallway. Hopefully my negative energy output is still working
As he focused his energy on retrieving the Fist.
Fist came in a flash of black and immediately Roger activated his back-up supply. Only enough for one, so make it work
For a moment, nothing happened. But suddenly Fist woke up, coughing and gasping for breath. Looking around, he saw Roger.
Fist, Im so sorry it was
Roger stopped for a second and muttered something to himself. Why the hell would you do something like that? Dont you have any common sense?
But si- Roger
strained Fist gasping for breath You told me
Its your fault! Now shut up, get up, and fight them Rikiti before they get away!
Looking confused, Fist got up slowly. Will your suit work?
Yes! It was just a
technical difficulty. Now get in there!
Fist rushed in. He again felt the strong ness within him, but he realized it was because of the positive energy that rushed within him from Roger.
After a few minutes of fighting, finally the last Rikiti fell to Fists deadly kick. Roger walked to the cabinet the Rikiti were guarding and searched through it. There was nothing in there that they didnt already know, other then the specification to the new armor.
Get over here and dont get into anymore trouble
Yes si- Roger.
Good work! Butch said through his cigar. Didnt think youd get there in time personally. But anyway, this is troubling. I agree with you that there is something more to this than meets the eye. Something big.
Yeah. Anyway, so you have anything else?
Not today. Good job by the way Fist, I heard you kick some major Rikiti butt.
But Fist was quiet.
As they parted ways for home, Roger went to a park to watch the sunset. To passersby, he was like a statue, but in reality, his brain was teeming with the events of today. After the sun set, he headed to his apartment, again lost in though about the past
Pacing back and forth in front of his apartment in Talos Island, Roger looked very worried about something. Fist was nowhere to be found.
Boo! Fist said, appearing behind Roger.
Holy
what the hell are you doing appearing behind me like that?
The last few weeks had been a great change. Roger and Fist, whos real name is Chris, had quickly become famous among heroes and civilians alike. They were most well known for their exploits against the Rikiti, although they never did find out why the Rikiti were so interested in the Councils armor supply. Chris had become more lively and energetic, while Roger became more cold, distant, and not caring about the world around him. People thought it might be just because of the death of his wife and kids had been eating him up, but when presented with the idea, Roger would just smile and say Think what youd like.
Chris had grown in power and in character. Roger found out that he was often abused by his dad when he was still a non-hero. But one day while he was getting beaten for no reason, he had experienced a mutation that allowed him to fight back and run away. He found he could run incredibly fast, which he now was proclaimed a super speeder by Hero Corps, and could fight like no other.
So, what do we have planned today? Chris asked, bouncing around.
Roger sighed, and said, Well Butch called
Butch? Chris asked, perplexed We moved on from him. I thought we were not taking anything else from him
Yeah well he called. He said that he found out about why the Rikiti were so interested about the Council Armor a few weeks ago. Roger paused, and then said quietly, He said we shouldnt tell the Hero Control Mission Board. He said that it was important.
Huh? Why do you think he would do that? I mean-
I have a suspicion why. I think he looked around, making sure no one was looking that the government was involved with it.
Right. Chris said Well than we better call him up and see what he wants.
He said not to do that, that the wrong people might be listening.
This must be serious.
It is.
So they took the tram to Steel. Roger had grown in power just like Chris. He found out the extent of what his suit could do. He could make a single person practically invincible by pumping their adrenalin up. But this required a lot of positive energy on his part, and had some downsides.
He doesnt tell anyone, but he is cold and distant because it is what fuels his suit. Positive energy is created when you do something that helps the nether world, while Negative energy is created when you do something that harms it. Since it works off the darkness of the world, the more negative feeling you get, which helps fuel the nether world, you create Positive energy around you body. While feelings are the thing that helps or hinders the nether world the most, doing good or bad deeds helps or hinders it. That means that because Roger heals peoples wounds and defeats the evil in the world, he creates a lot of negative energy, so he must remain cold and distant to remain balanced in the energies. He does not tell people, as this might affect the magnitude of the negative feelings.
Im glad you came Butch said quietly, looking around. Ok, I dont know the exact reasons why the Rikiti are so interested in the Councils technology, but I have a lead that might help. And youre the only one I trust that can do it. But first, what do you think the reason is.
Roger was lost in thought for a moment, then, looking down, said, I think that there might be a secret war. A hidden battle between the Council and Rikiti that the government does not know about. Its just that a lot of the missions I have gone on have had some struggle between the two
Of course, I have other theories that I may or may not believe more than that one, but that theory is the most reasonable. What about you spaz? Spaz was his nickname for Chris. Over the past few weeks, he had gotten less caring about names and calls everything by his own nicknames.
Chris, looking surprised, said I think the government has something to do with it. I mean, maybe the government funded the Council and just wanted to send heroes in to secure it. Then the government would use it for their own uses.
Butch laughed, and Roger said, Your imagination has gotten a little to ahead of you. The government wouldnt do that, why would they if they could just secure it from the Rikiti?
Chris shot back, Because the Rikiti would know better! They use foreign
you know what, never mind! and sulked in the corner.
Typical seventeen year old. Now then, whats your thought? Roger asked Butch
I personally think that there isnt a war yet, but the Rikiti wants to wage one and wants to have every advantage possible. Butch said slowly.
One of my theories too. Now, what do you have for me?
Butch said quietly, A spy for the government that was spying on the Rikiti wants out. He knows something about the Rikiti involvement with the Council and wants extraction ASAP. He is using some Crey mumbo jumbo disguise belt that the government secured for him that lets him look like a Rikiti soldier. He-
Wait, what? Crey disguise belt
how long has it been out?
About three months. Still a prototype and the Rikiti disguise is the only one they made. They have several types of Rikiti types, but no mentalists or leaders. Just lieutenants and foot soldiers.
Really
oh well, just a coincidence. Continue.
Anyway he was caught in a meeting that he had no authorization to. He doesnt want the government to get him for reasons he would not give unless it was in person. He is currently in a Rikiti prison cell awaiting sentence. We got this about an hour ago and he sent it about three hours ago. In the message he said that he was captured sometime last night, but he doesnt know what hour. That means we dont have much time at all. As Rikiti ritual, he will be tried at the pinnacle of the sun in the sky. That means Butch looked at his watch its 9:36 right now. Lets shoot for noon that the sun will be at the pinnacle. You do not have much time.
Understood. Well-
Wait. This is not like your other missions. You cannot do it like you usually do. You must stick together. They might even be expecting you.
Whats the estimated time of completion?
Hard to say. Trial takes about an hour, so you probably have till 1:00 pm. You have a time limit. Just do it fast.
Well, do we have to kill them all?
Well, no. But you cannot go invisible because of the damn mentalist leaders, and we do not know if the user of the belt can come in contact with negative energy without dying.
But negative energy-
I know it just neutralizes. But
we found some Crey agents in an alleyway a few weeks ago. From what the scientist and doctors say, they were wearing a disguise belt and came into contact with energy from the nether world. Negative energy.
D-d-do you know what killed them? Roger stammered, looking pale and alert.
Butch looked at Roger inquisitively. Well
we believe it was a rouge Skull Bone Daddy that took a shot at them and took them down.
Oh my
was there a body
a body of a woman?
Why do you want to know? Butch asked suspiciously.
Just answer the damn question! Roger snapped back.
Well, we saw some burns from plasma shots, and we saw the body of the Bone Daddy, but no, we didnt find a body of a woman
mind you, this is just from memory.
Roger muttered to himself, Probably just a coincidence. Then he spoke loudly to Butch Where can I find more information about it?
Well, you can probably go to Hero Corps. They were the ones who organized the investigation of the scene. But lets not dwell on the past.
Right. Ok
anyway where is the place?
Butch said, quietly again In Atlas Park. The apparently have set up an underground base. Its not like them Circle of Thorns caves, looks like its a modernized base. There are probably traps and the like. Be careful.
Will do. Anything else?
No. Get a move on, you dont have much time.
Understood, moving out.
As Roger walked down the steps, Chris got up from the corner and scurried after him.
So we speedin to the tram? Chris asked.
No
I want to think. Just, dont bother me. Not that youll listen.
Chris and Roger walked like any citizen would. Roger was deep in though when, about halfway to the tram, a voice from an alleyway awoke him.
So you wish to battle the Rikiti? the voice mysteriously said from the alleyway.
Turning quickly toward the alleyway, Roger said meekly, Yes
do you know something about it?
Yes
I do. A cloaked figure walked out of the darkness, its face covered by its hood.
Who are you? Roger asked meekly.
My name is not important. You can call me the council if you wish
the voice had a majestic and wise quality to it. You do not have to trust me, but listen to what I say. The journey you are about to embark on is not what you think. Believe me when I say this. Listen with your mind, not your ears. You are a product of propaganda; you have been exposed to it for many years. But the young one, the figure made a gesture to Chris has not been. Value his opinion. The government is not to be trusted. The greed of men corrupts it.
What? Roger asked, confused.
Just remember that for every good action a person does a bad action occurs also. Do not trust what you hear or see. Trust what people think more than anything. I will need you later
you will become an envoy to my crusade
Wait! Roger said, running toward the figure. But the figure had disappeared.
What was that about? Chris asked.
I
dont know. Maybe it does have something to
No. Your wrong and shes wrong.
Thanks for the support. Anyway, lets get a move on.
Yes
lets get a move on. And at once Roger disappeared with a blast of darkness, followed by Chris.
Getting up from his fall, Roger looked around. They had gone to Atlas and found where Butch had indicated, but there was nothing there. But Roger sent a blast of positive energy around him, which indicated the hidden door they were supposed to go in. Roger opened the door, and, not realizing that it was total darkness inside, stepped in.
He got up, and found it was getting brighter and brighter until everything was illuminated. He looked up and saw that there were stairs leading up to the door.
The entire lab was full of gadgets. Rikiti technology galore filled the rooms. It did not have a Crey lab feel, where everything was white, but instead was gloomier, and was not as sterile. The Rikiti apparently did not care about looks or style.
Well, we might as well go. Roger said as Chris stepped down the stairs. I guess that they use different lights then us
took me a moment to get focused to it.
Hearing the steps of the soldiers, Roger and Chris stepped in, not knowing what would happen that day
((I'll try to add to the story as much as possible, probably bi-daily))
As he sat there in the crowd of Crey employees as they talked, gossiped, and shared secrets about the world around him, Roger Cunningham felt out of place. As the only negatrologist in the company, and only one of two in the world, he had a right too.
He sat there, caught up in the past. Tonight, more then any other night, was supposed to be his crowning achievement. He was to be recognized by the Crey as the top scientist in the history of Crey Industry. He would be the only person get an early retirement out of the Crey with enormous benefits at the age of fifty-two, and he still cant shake off the past. He retired because of his wife.
The day came flooding back to him. It was like a part of his life that was taped was ripped and shown in his mind.
It was 5:00 a.m. on a Saturday when he awoke, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. He had just heard a loud explosion coming from the house. He quickly put on his robe and hurried downstairs, jumping the steps by twos and threes. His wife was soon after him.
They found their two sons, lying on the floor with soot covering their bodies. Roger, being a doctor at the local hospital, hurried over there to make sure they were alright. They slowly got up, dazed with a radiant glow resuscitating from their torsos. It suddenly felt extremely hot in the room.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonights convention! boomed a loud voice over the speakers, awaking Roger from his daydreaming. We are here tonight to celebrate one of the ones destined to be in the Hall of Fame in the Crey memory. I give you Mr. Cunningham!
Roger walk slowly, like he was in a dream. He almost was.
Are you ok? Roger almost yelled, feeling them over. What happened?
The boys were both twins, although not identical. Both were nineteen, although Will was five seconds older then the other brother, Thomas. Will spoke first.
Hey! Watch the hands! he exclaimed
Roger stood in amazement. What the hell happened? I am a doctor damn it! Im just trying to make sure your alright And what happened to calling me sir?
Will sunk his shoulders. Sorry sir. Anyway, me and my brother dont know what happened. We were downstairs for a snack when an explosion came from outside. We just remember seeing red and then just blacking out .but I think Thomas
Lost what? Roger asked, worried.
Will spoke softly, His voice
Roger got up to the stand and began his speech. He didnt know any of these people apart from professional work, nothing of their personal lives. Not that he cared. He didnt care about any of these people. He probably would have said something about it if his wife wasnt in the crowd.
He looked down at his wife, gave her a smile, and started his speech.
Thank you Robert. As many of you know, I am the worlds leading negatrologist, the study of the positive and negative energy in the air. I would drone on and on about how negatrology works, but we all have wives to get home too. He paused for a moment for the meek laughter to die down. Before I leave this company, I want to give to the company. First I will donate over one million dollars to the Rikiti Control Department branch of Crey Industries for reasons of my own. Random ooos and awwws came from the crowd. Secondly I am going to introduce a product that I have been working on for the past year in my spare time with the blessing of the Countess. It is a suit that can control the very positive and negative energies in the air. It has constant input of positive energy so it actually stops and even reverses aging. If I were to wear it for a full week without taking it off, I would be a full ten years younger, and it does have a stopping point! If your body is twenty years old, it will even out the positive energy input and output so you do not age. It also can concentrate positive energy in one place, effectively healing your and your allies wounds. It also has a negative energy output, neutralizing an enemy for capture while not killing him.
I will have the suit by tomorrow. I wish you all farewell, and keep up the good fight! As he walked down, a cascade of cheers came from the crowd again. But he didnt care. He was lost in his own mind again
He cant talk! Oh my Roger sat down on the couch, burying his head in his hands.
Yes sir sorry sir .would you like us to go to bed sir? Will asked, eyeing his brother who was sobbing.
Wait, how do you know this if you were unconscious when I got to you .
Sir
Just tell me
Will whispers, I can read minds
That day was the turning point in Rogers life. Two days later he found out that the neither world had a cosmic explosion that resuscitated into his house, catching Will and Thomas in it. He found this out by asking one of his dearest friends, Larry Tout, who was the only negatrologist at the time, about it and Larry scanned the house. He found it swarming with neutralized negative energy particles. Roger from then on dedicated his life to negatology, becoming Larrys assistant and apprentice.
Roger soon found out the extent of his sons powers. Will could read the minds and even control them, while Thomas developed flat, hard hands, like hammers. They soon became not outcasts, but heroes of the city. They went under the names of the Psilancer and the Grinder. That was five years ago.
He sat down in his chair; get all the congratulations from his co-workers. He looked up at the next speaker, barely listening while he went back in the past
A year later the Rikiti invasion started on Paragon City. Two days later Will came up to Roger
Dad sir?
Roger looked up from the newspaper he was reading. Yes?
Me and Thomas want to go to Paragon City to help out with the invasion. Will said softly.
Roger replied, Absolutely not! Youll die out there!
Not before we save one-thousand citizens! Children who
are not heroes are dying too!
You are not going!
Please dad please sir. Will said quietly.
Roger took a deep breath. Fine .alright. You boys are old enough to know what your going in to. Just promise me one thing.
What is it?
You wont let your confidence get to you. If your in trouble, you run.
.yes sir
Six months later, Roger received a letter
and that concludes our convention people! Thank you all for coming.
Susan, Rogers wife, leaned over and whispered, Im going to go ahead while you pack. I have a special surprise for you when we get home.
Roger smiled. Ok honey.
After he unpacked which was quite fast, he started to walk out. He remembered he wanted to test the new transportation system one last time in his suit, went back to put it one, and went out to the street. He again drifted into the past
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Cunningham,
I regret to inform you that your two sons, William and Thomas Cunningham, have been killed by a falling Rikiti aircraft. While I was not there to witness it, I have worked with your two sons before and I must say they are two of the bravest heroes in Paragon City.
Sincerely,
Statesman
P.S. I wish to speak to you about something regarding your sons if you ever come to Paragon City.
Roger and his wife did not come out of the house for six months. They cried and wept, but in the meantime Roger had increased his understanding of negatrology to the point where he even outdid his trainer, Larry.
Soon he resolved that he would go to Paragon City to make sure that no more children heroes would be killed needlessly. He sent his resume and a couple of inventions to Crey, where he was quickly accepted. He soon found out Larry was working with them too, but he was fired for selling information about the Longbow to Crey, where he was working for both organizations. Soon Roger became a prominent figure in Crey Industries.
For four years he made invention after invention, working tirelessly and only stopping when his wife begged him to. And until tonight, he was the highest paid scientist in the industry, making over ten millions dollars a year.
Coming out of his trance, he turned the corner and heard noise coming from an alley way. Listening closely, he could see some Rikiti and his wife
"Did you know your husband was involved in the Crey?" one of them asked.
"Yes..." said the wife
"Oh. Well then did he tell you that he donated over 1 million dollars to fight the Rikiti?" Asked the other
"Yes...."
"Oh, well he did. Maybe we should give him a lesson..."
"What..."
"You. Dead." As he said that, he pulled out a gun and shot her three times.
You Roger stammered. Not her not her thats it! Im done! Your done for! He ran into the alley and created an explosion of negative energy, trapping the Rikiti in their own minds.
He bent over and cried over the corpse of his wife. After a half an hour, he sent out a notice to the Heroes nearby and went to his apartment. For some reason, he went to sleep in record time.
The next day, he went to the Hero Registry and signed his name as Silander, a combination of his two sons names. He now was to become a hero of Paragon City