Love it Plas, keep goin 
You write wonderfully! You really know how to grip a reader and pull them in. I could see, hear, smell, everything that was going on *claps*
*humbly kneels before his superior in wordsmithing, offering his pencil as a sign of deference*
In other words, holy crap you kick my [censored] at writing *bows*
"Take the Yuan-Ti, bash them with a club made of frozen stupidity, then rip out their sense of subtlety with a rusty spoon, and then you have the Snakes of Mercy Isle" -Taltha Widowfang, drow stalker
Now playing at an MA near you: Dragonslayers #335375
Wow, that is some good writing. Now if only it had panels 
This one is from March 5, 2006, it was to be the "origin" and insights into Plasma, who is a very distant character to most people. It also shows the upcoming Invasion has been on her mind quite a bit.
"We just need a few more seconds Mandy, just a few more...I almost have the frequency right..." I yell across the din of battle. Everyone else is fallen, I see the bits of armor from General Stratos strewn upon the battlefield like litter on a city street. Rowr and Wulfen lay hand in hand together in death, no heat radiating from them ever again. Even JJ, Skylord, Skylady, lay crumpled and broken, their lifes blood pouring onto the tarmac of the AeroSpace Port.
A thundering boom tears my eyes away from the machine I am working on faster than the eye can see. Kid Valor, her left arm hanging broken, useless at her side flying into the air with a Cybernetic Rikti Hybrid slamming it down onto the assault tank. She gives me a smile over her shoulder through a broken jaw and swollen eye as she dives into the armored column trying to give her mom just a few more seconds.
Star is throwing up ice wall after Ice wall, the air temperature around me dropping below zero so fast my teeth chatter before my energy based body adapts to it. I can see the fires of a ruined Paragon across the river. It was a third invasion attempt, Rikti merged with Freakshow, using cybernetics in ways the freaks never considered. The battles still raged over there, but we were losing. We were losing bad from the moment the portal Hero 1 had sealed ripped open with techno magickal energy and a laser ripped through the city completely destroying Freedom Phalanx HQ, with all hands inside dead before they knew what hit them.
Vigil Station, Wulfen's dream was burning up in orbit above me like a shooting star. The Rikti had been smarter this time, they knew the heroes. They had time to disect them and learn what they needed. The bases were the first to go followed by the hospitals, catching so many off guard we were losing from the first breath. We regrouped thinking we could take another infantry invasion and in our arrogance we pushed them back to their portals thinking we were winning. It was their plan all along. Disruptor cannons normally placed on ships were mounted on the other sides of the portals. The first wave of heroes didn't have a chance, I watched Captain Valor, Psylum, Anthem, and other friends die instantly as their atoms were scattered in photonic energy.
Oh don't get me wrong, we were still making them pay for every inch, but we paid so dearly for it. I had lost contact long ago with some of my allies, Dragonberry and Rakescar were fighting side by side in Sirens call when their signal was lost. A mushroom cloud rising to the south of me told me what happened. Never Dark, called Nod by his friends, Machina Shard, and others I had fought with and along side in Sirens call had tried to form a beach head in the Canyon, I hadn't heard from them in three days. Mega Babe had lead a battered and weary group with Radey Ate into a portal we had secured to try and bring back one of their weapons, in hopes to use them against them. I recieved a report that the weapon was brought to the Baumton Air station by the survivors.
A broken body with metal in her spine and green hair was draped on the controls when what was left of the Guardian Force arrived. She was only a child. The remains of the archaeologist turned goddess were still smoldering along with bits of red and white armor that must have been Roy. Ty's last words to me were, "awesome", before he Nova'd out taking a dozen cyber-rikti with him. I'll never say it to his face, but he really was one of the best energy slingers there was.
A gravity bomb took out the entire hub of the space station, Sidney was obviously back from her trips to other dimensions family in tow as a tidal wave washed what was left of the compliment into the sea. Then I felt it, it started as a slight tingle on the back of my neck, like a normal person gets when a thunderstorm nears. Me? I get it when there is a large build up of energy. Dr. Toxin wheezed at me, I turned my eyes to him from the machine for a fraction of a second my vision shifted into the X ray spectrum to view his collapsed lung and more internal bleeding than anyone still standing could deal with.
"It is done as far as I can go woman..." he hacked up something black and wet on to broken green armor. "You and the others around the planet doing this....are it."
I sighed and crossed the last few wires and fused them with my fingertip acting as a laser. It was a plan the smartest people on the planet thought would work, using their own weapon against them, reversing the polarity to switch the portals. That energy signature that I felt on my neck was growing, my "skin" surface atomic structure switching to match the signature to avoid too much damage. Two tank blasts from the Rikti Armored column and a young girls cry made me bite my lip. The pinkish blue fluid that actually makes up my body leaks from clenched eyes, the nearest thing I can manage to tears as my little girl falls.
A wave of heat hits me like a freight train, the tatters of my pink and black leather fly away in the wind as I watch Toxin's body be turned into a charred corpse next to me. I don't have to turn to remember the feel of this weapon, a Rikti plasma cannon, Dreadnaught class. Destroying Baumton again, destroying everyone I know again. Sid, Kelp and the other resistance fighters, the other heroes don't even get a chance to scream as the wave washes across them stronger than before. I watch Mandy turn to look at me, tears evaporating on her cheeks as she vaporizes in front of me, the last look in her eyes is love and sorrow. My atoms speed up and distance as I lose cohesion reverting me into a pure energetic state.
It takes me three months to pull my body back together into it a gelatinous like fluid state, standing where I fell. I stagger, drained of strength across a blackened city scape. A city devoid of anything living, even the enemy. It was their final weapon, their final solution if we looked like we might win. Scorched earth. I collapse in front of the skeleton of the woman I had planned to marry. A star filled sky above is the only audience to my scream.
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I wake up.
The human body I take is sweating on blue satin sheets, a pale arm and leg draped over me. The most beautiful woman in the world rubs her face against my neck as her dreams are apparently far more pleasant than mine. Mandy loves when I sleep next to her after a long day of work for us, I love being by her. I hate the sleep though, that nightmare recurrs every night. It never changes and ends the same, alone on a dead planet, having watched everyone I know and love die before me. Newton was a [censored].
In the reflection of the mirror across the room I watch my pink eyes begin to glow with energy. I haven't quite been able to sufficiently explain using my powers and the pink glow, so much as just acccept it as the norm. I close them to not wake sleeping beauty next to me as I will my atomic structure apart, pushing my atoms further and further away from each other until I simply phase through her and lift into the air. I reconstitute myself as I lower my toes to the ground. My fingertips brush the mirror Mandy does her modeling poses in looking at the, the creature there. A simulacrum of life really, with strawberry blonde hair, albino pink eyes, a too tall athletic frame that some diety saw fit to endow well.
This form, like all my others little more than an illusion built from the atomic structure out. A moments concentration and the heroine people know as Plasma Stream looks back instead of the billionare scientist Jessica James. Fierce pink eyes, waves of pink hair, that shimmering black and pink leather with flames printed on the boots and gloves. Tanned skin around a strong, lean face, the only actual skin on this body. The rest contained within the suit is a gelatinous mass of semi solid plasma energy to give it mass that people expect to see. It's all a show really, being human, being a hero, giving the masses what they expect.
People do it every day, they put on a face and give the world what it wants. I just do it alot more literally than some. Mandy tells me the U.N., the Press, the oridinary people handle someone who looks remotely human better. So I put on my facade of semi normalcy, with a touch of inhuman to give the sense of awe people look for in their heroes. A handful of people have seen the real me, my fiancee, my daughter, my sister, not too many others. I alter myself on the atomic level again and phase through the ceiling and take flight over the city. Converting my atoms from one type of energy to another, accelerating and exciting them, structures and mass changed in seconds I find myself moving from Talos to a place I haven't been for nearly a year.
The lights of Galaxy City are warm and inviting, so different from the nightmare I woke from. I stop to blast a few rogue Carnie's hiding in Perez to Ziggursky, their soul screams reach my ears as solidified energy slams into them disrupting the normal electron flow of their body for just long enough to knock them out. The Guardian Force doesn't kill after all, those are the rules and such. I accellerate through the energy field of the War Wall my body adapting to their unique energy signature. To some I guess, I have been told it appears as magic. To me it's become as natural as swimming through a pool is. You just move through the air or water, pushing through the atoms with your own. I do the same, just literally down at the atomic structure instead of as a solid mass.
A solidify myself into the heroine look as I come to land infront of the skyscraper. The Tower. I had no idea when Jessica James purchased the bottom three floors and the ground of the foundation and below of this place it would be a moment of destiny for her, for me. The Guardian Force used to reside in the top twenty floors of the building, owned by the Let Freedom Ring Foundation. Out of rote memory I moved to a statue near the front door, crafted by Natalia James, my sister before the war. Lifting the hand on the altered masonry I punch in a code that unlocks the secret elevator behind. Used before I had gotten more control over my powers, when even the thought of phasing or a nova blast, much less my mothers heritage were a notion in my mind.
The elevator dings, as it opens onto the level I had constructed, sixty meters beneath the surface of the city above. I hover down the central hall, my interest lying neither in the lab to my left nor the facsimile of a home to the right. A low thrum comes from the generator that powers the entire building in front of me. Pink and blue fluid, aggravated, boiling in its containment swirling within the plasma reactor of my design. Ghosts whisper to my memories as I pass a trophy case it takes X ray vision to see.
A melted necklace and ring on a charred skeletal finger.
"Mommy love's you Jessy, I'm going to the mess hall to look for your father..." the womans ghost tells me.
An small plastic bag, empty save one brightly colored pill.
"Jess, I don't know how you manage to run twenty hours a day the way you do..." a concerned sister asks.
A charred report card from a school that is rubble, next to a family picture burned at the edges taken from a ruined pizza resteraunt in Baumton.
"Only Six A's Jessica?" the spectral memory of a man asked me.
A syringe, from a time not all that long ago.
"Shifty...Plasma...what did you do..." a respected commanders spirt demands of me.
I speed past the rest of the ghosts in the trophy case behind the wall. Most heroes I understand keep trophies from their success, their great deeds. Me? I keep mine from my failures, my moments of weakness. So I never forget, so I never let them happen again. I let the costume fade into the air as I hover in front of the roiling energy of the reactor. I run my fingers along the dust that has built up on the surface of the viewing window. I take a bare moment to look down over my naked form where I had unconciously created a normal coating of skin. Parts of my mind still clinging to a humanity that I was slowly losing touch with. Humanity in question when I look to the path I took finding no dust disturbed on the floor anywhere. My atoms seperated again as I pushed into the tank and joined with the liquidfied energy inside. My natural state, nothing close to human. I continued past the reactor though, beyond the internal walls and into a secret chamber, not much bigger than a closet.
In that room, my atoms take shape again. I look in the mirror I had constructed there, looking back at me is a thirteen year old child with pink eyes and strawberry blonde hair. I curl up on the white floor, feeling the warm cotton of my favorite blanket as a child under me. This is my secret place, not even Mandy knows about it that I am aware of. My place to be weak. I look up into the mirror again and I see that thirteen year old girl begin to cry.
I let the tears come.
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