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Angstbomb stared at the mirror. He looks badass. There was no way around it. His suit was tight, and in dark colors just like his old stuff. The silver lining however, ran down from his color to divide the black into distinct shapes that made him look downright stellar. The belt with the Slight Heroics logo was a nice touch. Throwing on his coat, he found that it complimented his outfit perfectly. The outfits hood peeked up and he pulled it over his head as it threw shadows across his face. A smile crept up on his lips as he watched himself in the mirror. He had come to this world a nobody, a grunt meant to die for the glory of some stuck up bitch.

He would have none of that. All that pain, all that suffering. He was meant for greater things. They may laugh at him. But he knew the depths of his own darkness, and he would tame it. He would show the world. 

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Its not every day a drunken alien gets to meet a bonified Billionare. But the company could be better.  Brosephs bloodshot eyes glanced at everyone present. Taking in the giant, bumbling creature that was Steve. He decided out of all these people, he liked Steve the most. Steve seemed a simple, kind soul. Slower then a snail in a tarpit sure, but kind. He grimaced softly as the poor creature fell backwards, but kept his tongue in check as their host lost his temper. There was no need to add fuel to the fire just jet. Thats when the hologram popped up. He didn't knew humans cracked that kind of tech yet. 

Leaning back, he got to his feet as the others left. He saw Steve struggle. ”Don't worry” He said and put a hand of Steves shoulder. ”I'll help you along.” This gesture seemingly suprised their benefactor who raised a eyebrow at the alien. Clearly, his opinion of the perpetually drunkard shifted if only in the slightest. Brick just looped his arm over the giant shoulders of his new ally and gently led him out of the room. ”Besides. We got our rooms next to one another.”  He explained as he led the frankensteinesque thing down the hall. 

”So your name is Steve? Right?” He asked as they walked. ”You can call me Broseph.” He said.

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One and a half hour later, Briefing room:
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”Will those two be alright?” Archie asked, raising a eyebrow higher still. It threatened to rebel and escape his face at this point. The Hologram seemed to crack a smile at this. With everyone at their rooms, the two sat by the table as Archie shifted trough news reports on his uPad. There was reports of a brewing gang war in Mercury City, with a superpowered crew hitting one of the mobfamilies gambling joints. He couldn't let that bother him however, Dodgeville was in far worse a state then Mercury City ever had been. They would consider themselves lucky if it was just mobsters duking it out. Dodgevilles criminal families had been consolidated under S.H.A.D.E.  He still had no idea what the stupid name meant. But the cities heroes had no way to keep up with the organinzation. And even those who weren't shade used the overall chaos to further their own agendas.

 He would clean it up however. Oh yes. He had the resources, the will and now the people. The latter part just needed guidence, a purpose.

“Mr Brick may be a brawler, but he has been described as ”honerable and kind” despite being a bouncer. That's saying something.” The hologram noted, bringing Archie out of his thoughs. 

”I thought his entire race were beligrent drunks?” He asked scratching his head. ”Like, really, really infamous drunks. That's what Prince Nova tells me anyways. When I called him to ask about Brick, I could hear the disdain and feel his rapidly deteriorating approval of my idea.” He asked, bringing up the entire roster onto one screen.

“Well. Prince Nova is Ahaian. Their planet is the end of the line for all Bartonians when they go on their life defining benders. You can imagine what a mess that might be.”  Archie conceded.

“They.... they take benders as a rite to adulthood.” Mr Merlovich sounded absolutely flabbergasted.

“Yes. And they do it as a means of spiritual development.”  The hologram added, a note of amusement in voice.

“Ah. And the Rat? Gutter was it?”

“Like Akira and Steve. They are the result of mad science more or less. Victims as much as anyone.” The hologram noted. 

“It is gonna be tough, people generally don't like rats.” He muttered. 

“I am sure he will overcome. Now. If I could direct you to the blueprints we found regarding Re-” Archie was interrupted by an alarm going off.” Red lamps began to bleep. Mr Merlovich spun around and rushed over the computer. His fingers flew across the hardlight keyboard as he began to shift trough information. Archie shrunk and appeared admist the control panels as a tiny hologram instead. 

“Sir. It-”

“I see it. A bank robbery at 11th street.” He said, flicking up several feeds from the bankrobbery in progress. “And...” He flicked trough some other stuff. “A distress call from the Mechanic. I'll have to split the group. Allright. See that everyone has switched to their gear and get to the hangar. They had enough time to get ready and clean up. Oh. And send someone to guide Steve will you?” 

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Situation; There is a loud siren currently blaring away, and the intercom is asking for everyone to head to the hangar. Apperently, this place has a hangar. The wonders of Money nad more money at work.. By now you should have gotten some time to get your bearings at least somewhat. Your new com-pieces come with a hologram interface that will let you communicate with one another as well as bring up what ever intel and maps provided you.
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