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[color=aba000][b]“Are you coming in clearly, Eaglet? Over”[/b][/color]

[color=fff200]“Yep, I’m hearing you fine, Grampa!”[/color]

Dennis swept and dove, the skies his playground, as he began to gain greater control over the Golden Rod on this test flight.  He may have still been shaky with a lot of the other uses for the Golden Rod, but flight?  Flight he enjoyed far too much.  Was enchanted by the wonder that soaring and sweeping through the clouds and the world from above could bring.

[color=aba000][b]“We discussed this, Eaglet. Over.”[/b][/color]

[color=fff200]“Apologies, Wise Old Owl, that’s Oscar-Mike-Foxtrot-Golf-Victor on the Instructions Roger-dodger Breaker-Breaker.”[/color]

[color=aba000][b]“Eaglet…  I know you’re treating this like a joke, but the callsigns and signals exist for a reason.  Over.”[/b][/color]

Dennis sighed, soared up to altitude and gently drifted with the rippling winds.  Always such formality.

[color=fff200]“Eagle-One, this is Eaglet.  I’m receiving you fine.  It’s 2019 and expensive high-tech radio technology works fine.  Whoduthunkit?  Praise the Lord and Guglielmo Marconi.  Over.”[/color]

[color=aba000][b]“Guglielmo Marconi?  I’m surprised you even know that name.  I saw your report cards, Eaglet.  Over.”[/b][/color]

Dennis chuckled at what he hoped was meant to be a good natured jibe at Dennis’ own limitations in his grandfather’s chosen fields of engineering and the sciences.

[color=fff200]“English Lit and Communications, Old man.  The inventor of the radio would come under the later.  Over.”[/color]

[color=aba000][b]“Enough fun for now--”[/b][/color] Dennis considered breaking in to make a jibe about what counts as fun to his crusty old elder but thought better of it.  [color=aba000][b]“--visuals are coming in clear from the micro-camera on your flight goggles, as well.  You’re approaching the shorefront.  I want you to swoop down and use a construct to scoop up… let’s say 150 gallons or so of water, carry it a little way and then dump it back in the bay.  Over.”[/b][/color]

[color=fff200]“Wait, this is water.  It’s a liquid.  Can the Rod even do that?”[/color]

[color=aba000][b]“If you make a scoop rather than a colander it should be able to do it just fine.  End your transmissions with “Over” in the future too.  Over.”[/b][/color]

Dennis shot out across the bay, and circled down to slow and consider the task at hand.  There was no real answer given on how to go about doing this short of ‘don’t make a sieve’, so he was a little cautious about how to proceed.  Feeling his uncle’s eyeballs on him, judging his every move he dove down, deciding he’d better get started.

He pitched down with speed, holding the Golden Rod out, as he came low he fired a construct out to catch as much water as he could.

Too much, too fast.  His descent was too steep and he hadn’t considered the physics of what he was doing.

The force from the weight of far too much water suddenly became more than he could call upon the Golden Rod and his construct snapped, momentum whipping him back-first into the water at a sharp arc like a broken catapult.  Instinct had him throw up a quick tight construct shield around himself, and he skimmed across the surface of the water like a stone, clinging to the Golden Rod for dear life. His construct held up for 3 or 4 unfocused bounces before it shattered and he splashed down, soaked in the water from the bay.

With a gasp, he surfaced, arm punching out of the water as he held the Golden Rod aloft.

[color=aba000][b]“Eaglet…  You know what you did wrong there, right? ...Over.”[/b][/color]

Dennis spat out a mouthful of water from the bay.

[color=fff200]“I’m pretty sure I know everything I’ve done wrong over the course of my whole life… since I just saw it all play out before my eyes again a few seconds ago.  I think it started with being born…  Over.”[/color]

[color=aba000][b]“Eaglet, we’re not even close to being "Over".  We’re gonna do it ‘til we do it right.  Over.”[/b][/color]

Dennis could hear it from the way he’d sent the last transmission.  He was speaking through clenched teeth.  The old man was smiling at his own joke!

[color=fff200]“Having fun there, are you?”[/color]

He was met with silence.  Too much silence.  Wasn’t like his grampa to not come back with some kind of remark.

[color=fff200]“Hey… you there?”[/color]  Dennis reached for his earpiece, starting to worry about just how waterproof the device actually was.

[color=aba000][b]“Yeah.  Hold on.  We might have to put a pin in it there…”[/b][/color]

Dennis could hear background noise as his grandfather presumably was getting further information.

[color=aba000][b]“...yep.  Scanner has two metahumans causing a public disturbance near Chinatown.  Over.”[/b][/color]

[color=fff200]“Two?  Could it be Miz Demeanour and the one remaining Fel-Honey?  Any further information?  Anyone we know?  Over.”[/color]

[color=aba000][b]“Negative.  Officer has it as a male aged between 18 and 22 years and a person of indeterminate sex..?  Huh.  I guess he’s not able to get close enough to tell.  Over.”[/b][/color]  The old man awkwardly fumbling with modern jargon.

[color=fff200]“I’m not--  I’m not sure that’s what it means, Eagle-One.  Over.”[/color]  Dennis said, not wanting to go through the complexities of non-binary genders over the radio.  

He took two strokes through the water and then threw himself from the water with the help of the Golden Rod.

[color=aba000][b]“Well, they’re on the near-side by Chinatown.  From where you are - well, you’re really moving - you should be there in maybe ten or fifteen seconds.  Maybe see them in five.  Corner of Trenton and Commercial.  Over.”[/b][/color]

Dennis saw a cloud of dust rising above the building line from a few blocks ahead.

[color=fff200]“Any idea at all what kind of situation I’m getting myself into?  What powers?  Over.”[/color]

[color=aba000][b]“Doesn’t say.  Officer sounded panicked.  His warnings to other officers were just ‘Keep your distance’ and ‘Expect the unexpected’.  Over.”[/b][/color]

Dennis sighed.  [color=fff200]“Well that doesn’t help at all.  It could be Rod Serling opening a doorway to the Twilight Zone for all we know.  Over.”[/color]

The warning still wasn’t enough.  Dennis shot around the corner and was stunned at what he saw.

[color=fff200][b]“Oh no…  This...  This is much worse...”[/b][/color]  

He’d come face-to-face with Darth Vader and… God only knew what else.  It looked like… Willy Wonka?  Smiling with his head leaning on his hand as he seemed to wait for Dennis’ approach.

Darth Vader suddenly changed shape, taking the form of a young man.  No older than 20.  Suddenly Wonka took two other forms.  A man and woman walking away together as the man turned and looked on at Dennis, as the woman looked back at the man in disgust.

[color=a2d39c]“Ah, the new Aquilifer.  We were waiting for someone like you to show up.”[/color]

Dennis landed in a way that might have been impressive if it weren’t for the audible “squelch” from his shoes and his sopping wet clothes.

[color=fff200][b]“Would you believe I was in the shower..?”[/b][/color]

[color=a2d39c]“Late?  Well…  [b]A man’s gotta know his limitations[/b]...”[/color]

Suddenly the young man changed shape again into the form of a young (well, younger…) Clint Eastwood, complete with massive oversized Magnum handgun.

[color=a2d39c]“The world is about to meet Meme-or and the Quote King!  And you, Aquilifer shall be the first to fall!”[/color]

The Quote King levelled the gun directly at the Aquilifer, cocking it.

[color=a2d39c]“[b]So go ahead… Make my day…[/b]”[/color]