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Hmm. More fic set in the Transverse. This time up, a casual conversation between two heroes that could lead to something big.
THE START OF SOMETHING NEW?
"I've been thinking," said Powerman, shoving his fist through another robot's chest armor.
Warrior spun, avoiding the pincers of one battle-bot while using his golden sword to cleave the head from another. "Always a dangerous thing."
Powerman shot him a dirty look. "Funny."
"Sorry. You were saying?"
"I was thinking," said Powerman. "That we should put a group together."
"An interesting notion," admitted Warrior. "Why?"
"Remember the Apellaxian invasion a while back?"
Warrior frowned, leaping forward to slice a pincer-arm from another battle-bot. "Vaguely. I read something about it."
"Yeah, well, the only reason we beat them was because we got lucky," said Powerman. "I was thinking, things might not have gotten so hairy if there'd been a team in place."
"A team."
Powerman nodded. "A super-team." Almost casually, he knocked the last battle-bot down. Its metallic shell shattered like glass. "What do you think?"
Warrior sheathed his golden sword and ran calloused fingers through his dark hair. "I think the idea has merit. We should discuss it."
"Really?"
"Yes," said Warrior. "But later." He nodded toward the entrance to the test chamber, where a gaggle of military scientists had entered, arguing loudly with one another.
Powerman grinned. "Cool."
THE START OF SOMETHING NEW?
"I've been thinking," said Powerman, shoving his fist through another robot's chest armor.
Warrior spun, avoiding the pincers of one battle-bot while using his golden sword to cleave the head from another. "Always a dangerous thing."
Powerman shot him a dirty look. "Funny."
"Sorry. You were saying?"
"I was thinking," said Powerman. "That we should put a group together."
"An interesting notion," admitted Warrior. "Why?"
"Remember the Apellaxian invasion a while back?"
Warrior frowned, leaping forward to slice a pincer-arm from another battle-bot. "Vaguely. I read something about it."
"Yeah, well, the only reason we beat them was because we got lucky," said Powerman. "I was thinking, things might not have gotten so hairy if there'd been a team in place."
"A team."
Powerman nodded. "A super-team." Almost casually, he knocked the last battle-bot down. Its metallic shell shattered like glass. "What do you think?"
Warrior sheathed his golden sword and ran calloused fingers through his dark hair. "I think the idea has merit. We should discuss it."
"Really?"
"Yes," said Warrior. "But later." He nodded toward the entrance to the test chamber, where a gaggle of military scientists had entered, arguing loudly with one another.
Powerman grinned. "Cool."
