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Sometimes, even an adventurer needs a backrub.
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Honestly, if I applied with Thor, I'd probably team him up with Aquaman and have them go on adventures to the Savage Land or Skartaris. Captain America would end up fighting nazi super scientists and The Ultra Humanite, and Luthor as kind of a jerk.

So yeah, probably sticking with Ghost Rider.
So, I've been looking through, and I've noticed no one has claimed Ambush Bug or Ghost Rider. ...And I just realized how odd that combination sounds. Any objections to an Ambush Bug who's on a government-created team of weirdness fighters, or a Ghost Rider who fights supernatural crime as part of the Shadowpact?
"Yeah, I could eat." Lucar muttered. "I'll take the bottomless Apocalyptic Mynock Wings. You never start the entertainment without a ready supply of food. Oh yeah, and some Crystal Fizzyglug."

Lucar motioned for Sulik to follow him to a secluded booth. There were stains where the patrons had left drinks for long periods, and divots in the finish where they'd spilled their drinks. Looking around carefully, Lucar took a commlink out of his pocket before fiddling with the settings. With a hiss and crackle, the Commlink went through about fourteen subgenres of Jizz, two rock bands, and a Trandoshan love ballad as Lucar finally tuned to the right frequency.

"{...posal. But the New Republic has entered our airspace. What will you do about that, Imperial?}"

"I planted a bug between some of Delro's fat rolls while he was distracted. This way, we'll be able to tell what the frell's going down."

Grabbing a wing, Lucar took a sizeable bite and kept listening in. He smacked his lips, enjoying the infamous burn of the Tatooine sauce- so named because the flavor was rough, coarse, and got everywhere.

"I swear, these things never fill you up."
Guardians of the Galaxy was the tone comics had for over 50 years before the grimdark brigade started running the asylum. The only comic book movies in recent memory that actually felt like comic book movies were Captain America, Big Hero 6, Ant Man, and Guardians of the Galaxy.

<Snipped quote by Cinderella Man>

that's your opinion, I loved the movie


I think that speaks VOLUMES about the level of darkness we're talking.
Yeah I have no idea what the hell Weird Tales is on about. It's either "Quirky" or needlessly wrist-slashing grimdark.
Makuu Space #619



The cells of block C. Reserved for nonviolent offenders with sentences longer than 3,000 years. One of the prison's guards, Boulderdash, was escorting Warden Lonesome down to the surprisingly well-lit depths. However, this wasn't really necessary- the worst offender on the block was only in for election fraud and surrendered peacefully. But the law was the law, and a Makuu Warden needed at least one officer along for backup. The cells up here were still fairly nice, even if the surroundings were dreary- good lighting, and plenty of space. Too much space, in fact- the only reason the cells were so far apart was the weirdness inherent in a Makuu Space. They came upon a heavy door, which slid down. Light shined before them as the warden and his escort stepped through...

...into a lovely foyer with a piping teapot and an insectoid alien opposite the table. Inmates were allowed to bring back whatever they could scrounge from The Yard, and this particular inmate made a killing trading for his stolen goods. The warden placed a wanted poster on the table. Yellow chitinous plates, wide hooked feet, enormous red compound eyes, and wiggling antennae. Though the bowtie, cufflinks, and top hat were missing, it was obviously the prisoner. The warden took off his pauldrons and placed them on a coatrack. As the prisoner poured the warden and guard tea. Apparently the prisoner stole this beverage back in 1860, when he acquired the crown jewels of one of the Earth governments, hidden in a large stone fortification.

"Prisoner 0020038GTF. Arrested in the Kidd sector for 2 billion counts of theft, 2 billion nine-hundred and ninety-nine counts of breaking and entering, and 1 count of planetary vandalism. Other charges stand unproved. Sentenced to forty-thousand years in Makuu Space as a nonviolent offender. Somehow, you still have new furniture between visits."

"What can I say, sir? I'm a bug of singular pursuits."

The warden took a long drink from the tea before crossing his arms.

"I'm not questioning it. We can't prove you're breaking out to steal anything. You earned that title of yours. But that's not what we're here to discuss today. It's been approximately 200 years since your last stint in the yard."

“Hm? I haven't kept track.”

“I'm sure. Just remember, you're free to do whatever, but no violence against anything but the wildlife. Got it?”

With that, the warden stood and replaced his pauldrons. Boulderdash followed, the doors closing behind them. The strange insect made his way over to the hat rack. Retrieving his hat and large bowtie, he made his way to the mirror.

"Hmph. Violence? Why, I have no need for violence."

Adjusting his clothes, he reached over to an elephant's foot umbrella stand. He retrieved his spiked cane.

"After all, theft is all about aesthetics!"

With a skip and a jump, he was out his door and heading to the teleporter pad.

"It is requires style! Coolness! Nobility!"

He spun on his heel, tilting his hat and stopping with the cane. With a long whine of alien machinery, he vanished.

"STEALING TOMORROW! THE PHANTOM THIEF, CRICKET LUPIN!"
Lucar


"Sulik, Delro and I have done good business for decades. One more borrowed speeder isn't going to screw that up. Hell, this isn't even the first I've had to steal from him this month."

Lucar began prepping the speeder for takeoff. Unfortunately, he was met with the sound of grinding gears.

"Besides, I'm not doing time in a Republic prison. They'd take my fingerprints and find me out. They'd send me back to Naboo."

Leaning over the divider, Lucar reached into a compartment and retrieved the owner's manual. Leaning over in the driver's seat, he thumbed through it in a panic. Something was obviously upsetting him.

"I can't go back to Naboo, Sulik. The Gungans will kill me after the incident."

Sighing in frustration, Lucar tossed the owner's manual over his shoulder.

"Frell it, I'm not chancing Naboo."

With that, he slammed his fist into the dash... as the speeder's repulsorlifts flared to life. He gunned the accelerator, shifting the gear... and finding himself unable to slow down.

A few seconds later, the antique dealer and Trandoshan were crashing into a stand selling some sort of citrus fruit across the street. Lucar coughed as the dust cleared, waving a hand in front of his face to clear the air. He shook his fist at the crashed speeder.

"Who the hell still drives stick?!"
The driver's side door swung open, Delro's chauffeur booted out and landing with a loud "plop" on the sidewalk. Lucar slammed the door back, rolling down the passenger's side window. This wasn't the first time a rival gang or government official came upon one of his deals with Delro... And, hopefully, it wouldn't be the last. Lucar began fiddling with the comms on the driver's side.

"Get in, Sulik, we're not waiting around for the Republic agents show up."

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