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The sod knows. Aeronaut thought. "Alright smarty pants, I am not playing this game any more. Yes she just wanted a kid, yes she was from an alternate dimension and yes on her world the males carry the babies to term. Oh and you can tell Scapegoat that that is the last time I tell her anything".
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ahem... Lol 
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Great story Aero, bring on the sequel.
Excellent story Aero 
also, what actually happened to that dog?
Nice work Aero!
UNION @Flitz 50, Lead Hose 50, Red Rag 50
DEFIANT Rose Bloodthorn 34
VIGILANCE Captain Caledonia 20 - Yeah, I made toons on the French server coz we only had 4 back then (might have to transfer/recreate them on one of the US servers)
..and many more!
Great stuff!
I really should write something.
keep it up.
Hero: Star Jewel(50)
Associates: Gemstone; Storm Lock; Star Sparkle; Dawnshade; Lunara; ...more
Enemies: Shadow Vine; Tirana Q; Forte Cadenza; Black Ion; Pursuit; ...more
Amazing! I found the centre, background portion on fleetfoot to be very immersive!
Love it Aero, love the gossip at the start .
�How do I like my MMOs? I like them the way Paragon Studios used to make them.� - a fitting tribute from kiasa.org
EU, Union mostly.
Excellent bud. We want more! 
Well so far this has been exactly as boring as I anticipated. Aeronaut thought as he glanced at the digital display on his left arm. Four hours now and no sign of this 'destined one' or whatever they call themselves. I really don't think he will turn up.
"So, do you think the tip was genuine?" Aeronaut asked into his Comm unit "I think Swat's source has taken us for a ride, get him to 'fess up his name so I can thank the guy personally for keeping me up all night after my shift. I also don't see why I was given this assignment, you remember what happened last time I went 30 hours without sleep, I mean, I am still paying for the wall and electronic equipment 8 months later..."
Crossfire giggled to himself, he hated doing the graveyard shift on comm duty, long hours with nothing to do except wait for the hourly checkins from all on duty rangers. He was always glad when Kid Hellfire or Aeronaut were on night duty though. Neither of them could shut up for more than five minutes if thier lives depended on it. "Heh heh, yeah as I recall that old lady wanted your hero licence for what you did to her dog. Personally I never liked chihuahuas anyway. I do remember the grilling you got off Doulos that day though..." As soon as he mentioned the name, Crossfire knew his mistake. Aero and Doulos were tight. "Anyway, Swat's source could not give us an accurate time or anything, just that it was going down tonight and an un-named 'Destined One' would be involved. So that means hero level trouble, not something we can leave to the police, they have enough to worry about with purse snatchers"
"That may be true Crossy, but I don't see you sat on this rooftop in the cold night air" Aeronaut was just feeling grumpy, I always feel a little out of his depth on these solo runs. Unlike others on the roster, I wasn't born with super powers, I was never blessed by some long thought dead god with abilities that dwarfed mortal men and I certainly never drank a bubbling chemical concoction that allowed me to shoot lightning out of my hands or something. Although the coffee in the rec room did make me think twice this evening. "I'm glad it's you on duty Cross, the last time I was on stakeout last week I had Terra on. Nice girl, just don't ask her to explain that whole 'Terradorma Bytennium' thing... talk about scary, and long. I almost gave up and went home early that night"
"I'll be sure to add that to tonights report" Crossfire said smiling, if you leave him to his own train of thought for long enough, Aero will have jumped from one subject to another without ever actually making a point. "How are things with you and that Tanker woman, Limescale?" He asked, knowing full well the answer.
Oh my god. Aeronaut thought. "That's over with, there was no 'click' if you follow me" Aeronaut said.
"Oh really?, you guys seemed pretty into each other last week at Pocket D. Infact I thought we would need a crowbar to seperate the pair of you"
Please shut up. Thought Aeronaut. "Yeah well, sometimes first impressions can be the wrong ones. Remember that time in the Hollows when Frozen Rogue attacked Julius the Troll?" Aeronaut asked, trying to change the subject.
"Shame really, I mean it was such a fertile relationship" Crossfire said, trying not to laugh.
The sod knows. Aeronaut thought. "Alright smarty pants, I am not playing this game any more. Yes she just wanted a kid, yes she was from an alternate dimension and yes on her world the males carry the babies to term. Oh and you can tell Scapegoat that that is the last time I tell her anything".
*BOOM*
"what the hell was that?" Crossfire asked Aeronaut, his was the only open channel at the moment.
"I have a situation here, an eight foot tall one with shoulders broader than I care to think about" Aeronaut replied. Right about now I would really like some of those inborn super powers I hear so much about. My god this guy is huge...
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Where do I start, I have always been different ever since I can remember.
I was born in Manchester, England and I Like to run. I was always the fastest runner in our street, School and county. I was yards ahead of everyone else and felt like I could run forever, I never understood why everyone else I new were unable to keep up with me, in fact right up until my fourteenth birthday I felt different without knowing why, I tried talking to my dad about it but he would get a funny look on his face whenever I started talking to him about how I felt different and would send me to my mother who would start talking about how boys and girls are different and a 'curse'. It wasn't until I was eighteen that I knew she was talking about periods. I spent eight years thinking my mother meant my speed and endurance was the 'curse'. That's us Brits for you I guess, never saying what is on our mind and assuming everyone else is thinking the same thing you are. Looking back on it, I can't help but laugh, but at the time I felt that no one understood me and I was helpless to explain myself to those I loved. Especially after what happened at the sports event that year. If only I had known my parents were trying to shelter me from the stigma of being a mutant, things might have gone quite differently.
I remember the day perfectly. July the 12th 1990. It was a few days before we all broke up for the Summer Holidays and everyones parents, grandparents and even older brothers/sisters sat on the school field and waited to cheer everyone on in the upcoming races and events. I was up first, the first race was the longest and everyone in my year was lining up next to me, all hoping to be the first across the line but all knowing that I would win. Or would I? there was a new boy this year who had been close to beating me on a couple of occasions and I was going to have to try harder that year than I ever had before. Maybe that is what caused it? Or maybe, as others have since hypothesised, each mutants full abilities don't 'blossom' until puberty and it was just pure luck that I happened to be running a race in front of 500 people that day. I guess I will never know the truth of it, all I do know is that I cleared the mile from the starting line to the School railings in 3.5 seconds. I never did get the trophy.
The next couple of days are a bit of a blur, all I remember is despair I felt as well as the looks on everyones face as I walked back to the finish line. I remember the look in my fathers eyes most of all. I ran away that night and did not speak to any of my family for nearly a decade so I never learned that my parents had always known about my speed, or how the doctors had discoved shortly after I was born that my metabolism was higher than normal, and when I was able to crawl it became apparent that I was different. My parents had spent ten years trying to come up with the right way to tell me but finally deciding against it as in all other respects I was a perfectly normal, happy child. I try not to think that the next few years of my life could have been avoided if I hadn't run away, although at the time it felt like the right thing to do. My 'friends' at school made it perfectly clear to me after the sports event that they didn't want me talking to them, but my parents reaction stunned me most of all, the people who I cared for most in the world couldn't wait to get out of the room I was in. Or so it seemed. The minds of kids eh?.
Well as I said earlier, the next few years weren't my finest. I was living on the streets, I was able to survive thanks to my speed. I was untrained but I learned how to negotiate crowds at speed quite nicely and so never got caught. I found myself in London when I was sixteen, I had been slowly but surely moving south for a couple of years by then, I only ever left a town/city when talk grew to the point where a vague description of me started to circulate. At first I was scared they would send me home to my parents, eventually I was just scared of what they would do to me once they found me. When I finally arrived in London I knew enough to keep my abilities to myself. It saved hassle, the kind of people on the street I always seemd to fall in with weren't the sort to be trusted with something like that. At best I would be sent on everyones 'errands' at worst I would find they went to the police to see if there was some sort of reward for me. I didn't trust anyone and no-one trusted me, I guess that had something to do with me moving around so much too. In london I met the greatest man in the world, he always saw the good in me, even if I gave him no reason to think it was there.
His hero handle was 'The Guardsman'. I say was because he passed on five years ago. He was the bravest man I have ever known. He saved me from myself when I was seventeen, I was breaking into a supermarket to get food and he appeared behind me asking what I thought I was doing. Heh, I was so surprised I bolted. I can't describe my shock as I turned the corner of the building only to run right into him again. Of course, I didn't know he could teleport at the time. He gave me a look and asked me why I help myself when I can help so many others. Only now do I appreciate what he meant by that, at the time I thought he was barmy. He offered me a place to stay, someplace I could call home. I can't say I followed him willingly, I ran away from him that first time we met and hoped I would never see him again, but I did. Heh, it turned out he had been following me ever since he caught wind of a high-speed thief working the Dock area and he wanted to make sure I was given a fair chance to prove myself before he turned me over to the authorities. After a week of having him thwart my attempts at thievery I started to listen to what he had to say, after a week or two more I decided to take him up on his offer. That man saved me, I have no doubts. Not in some religious 'born again' way or anything, I just know that if he hadn't had the patience with me that he showed in those early days I would have become someone very different, I may have even ended up calling those 'Rogue Isles' home...
For two years I was the Guardsmans ward and afterwards I became his partner for the last years of his life. It was he who started to call me 'Fleetfoot' and when the press got hold of the name it kind of stuck. The Guardsman had been one of Englands most prominent hero's during world war two, he was actually there with the Dawn Patrol fighting alongside the Freedom Phalanx against the nazi!. The man was seventy two years old when I met him and was so full of life. between us we 'took the fight to the bad guys' as he was so fond of saying. The guardsman looked no older than fifty and still in extremely good condition. He could easily outfight people a third his age. Unfortunately his heart was weak, I didn't find this out until after he died, although it was starting to become apparent to me that age was starting to catch up to him, he seemed slower in his final years, sometimes he would call it a night after a tough fight. I am proud to say that the man died as he lived, fighting. I wasn't there when it happened, I was patrolling a rough neighbourhood on the other side of the city. I was told he died of a massive heart attack minutes after arresting a villain known as 'the Truck'. The Truck is a giant of a man who on that day had taken down three other heroes before the Guardsman finally took him down. Even though I am proud to have known him, and even though I know I am not at fault all I can think of when I picture that day in my mind is that I was not there to help the man who saved me... it has been five years and I still cannot shake that thought.
Two years later I found out that the Truck was at large. It isn't surprising really, most man-made prisons can't hold super powered criminals. I heard he was in America making a name for himself and I decided to track him down. I guess I wanted some sort of 'Closure' or something, I don't know. I do know that I kicked his [censored] all over Paragon City when I finally caught up with him about two years ago. Unfortunately the famed 'Ziggurat' seems to be as secure as an open doorway so I have been here in America ever since, living off the inheritence the Guardsman left me and 'taking the fight to the bad guys' just as I know he would be. I find myself keeping an ear out for word on 'the Truck' more than others though. I have taken it upon myself to put that guy where he belongs, even if I know he will be out again before long.
It's what we do.
*BOOM*
Coming out of her reverie, Fleetfoot saw her quarry exit the warehouse just as she expected. What she didn't expect was the lout in armour blasting at the Truck with Energy bolts. It is never easy.
"Yo, big guy, do me a favour and lie still on the floor so the Zig 'porter can grab you" Aeronaut said, on the off chance. "No?, Ok then, how about you not hitting me whilst I pound you with enough force to level a building then?"
Oh.My.God. this guy can't be for real can he?
This will continue at some point...