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Is there going to be a 'best hero entrance' in the next awards show? 'Cause I can think of a couple candidates by now.

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wait who is being a cop now

@Inkarnate

Supposedly they have “police” in “”Scotland””

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Cowboys And Aliens: Issue #6

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New York City, New York

Though the blast struck true and the Surfer thrown through a slab of concrete with enough force to vaporize almost anyone else, it proved all for naught. Despite giving it all of the power the Scarab could muster, the herald had risen up again, the only change being a slight disruption in the chrome of his skin and a darkened, serious expression on it's face. It was hard to explain the despair that had weeded it's way into Jaime's gut as he stared the other alien in the eye. That was all he had. He had poured every last drop of power into that shot, and they'd lost Wonder Woman in the process. It had cost them dearly, and yet...it was all for nothing. The Surfer was fine. He was better than fine.

He was just getting started.

With a declaration of no quarter on it's lips, it used the Power Cosmic to quake the entire facility. Massive cracks formed in the concrete as everything shook and shattered around them. Jaime was thrown from his feet, his head smacking painfully against a chunk of broken stone. Splayed out on his back, he was given the perfect view of the rising Surfer and that terrible crimson that had found it's way into it's eyes. "...Damn it all." Jaime breathed a sigh of defeat. He knew what was coming next, and he wasn't sure there was any point in continuing the struggle.

Then the Surfer went flying from his board, and it went careening after to catch him. Jaime's head was on a swivel in search of the attack's source when he spotted a blonde woman in a strange outfit running toward him. "You guys must be the cavalry. Welcome to the party." He tried to hide the wince in his voice when she pulled him up onto unsteady feet. He wasn't sure if he could take much more.

The newly arrived foursome, however, looked fresh and ready to give the Surfer a beating. The massive rock golem and the flaming man in particular looked like a fearsome duo. "You ever been to Cali?" Jaime shot toward the charismatic pyromaniac. "Those guys are all dicks. All of 'em." It was a meager joke, but he was glad he could still summon up the will to make one. It meant he hadn't quite given up all hope yet. Maybe the new blood would help reinvigorate the ragtag group of heroes.

Then the eldest of them began to speak. A tired, ragged looking man that, at a glance, wouldn't amount to much. But when he began to speak, Jaime and the others could do nothing but listen. Captivated by an authority and intelligence that no other man on planet earth could hope to match in that moment. He began assigning roles to everyone with quick efficiency, explaining it all so quickly and so efficiently that it was difficult to be confused by what he wanted.

The man came to Jaime and the Spider-Girl- Spider-Woman- a grim yet determined look on his face. It was an...odd request, to be sure. One that made him glance uneasily at his partner. But there was something about how the stranger in the spandex spoke that made Reyes trust him. "Yes sir." He nodded. "You can, uh, you can count on me." Even as he left and Jaime was left with the Spider at his side, Reyes's gaze lingered on the stranger's back.

'Who is that guy?'

The voice beside him drew his attention away, and he turned to face New York's resident heroine. "My mama taught me to keep my hands to myself, esa. No worries." He was quick to throw his hands up defensively, just to assure her he was harmless. "Sorry about the whole, uh, almost killing you thing, earlier. My bad." He tried to play the apology off as partially a joke, but Jaime wouldn't soon forget that wrenching he felt in his heart the second he saw the bolt headed for her. Even if there was never any intention, and it wasn't really even a mistake, he wasn't sure he could deal with that kind of blood on his hands.

He had another joke about getting to ride Spider-Woman that came to mind, too, but Jaime decided to bite his tongue. 'I'm bad, but not that bad.'

It wasn't the time to consider such things, however; he had a Spider to mount and an alien to shoot in the back. The position was...awkward, to say the least. He hadn't done anything like this since he was a little kid, and it felt like there was little space for him to wrap himself around Spider-Woman. If he was even a little bit taller the whole situation would've been impossible- this would be first time he'd thank his parents for his terrible genes, coincidentally.

Jaime went to work on the Silver Surfer. Each blast from his hand cannons was weaker than the full on beam he'd used before, since he couldn't exactly fire that off on top of Spider-Woman without throwing himself off her back or knocking the two of them to the ground. He was relegated to mostly normal- yet still deadly- bouts of plasma. Each was only loosed when he was sure the Surfer was distracted by one of the other heroes and open to fire. It didn't feel like he was doing much. Spider-Woman even less so. They were mostly just swinging around and hoping someone else would land an actually critical blow.

Then the Spider said something that gave Jaime an idea. "Speaking of Star Wars, you remember what they did to the AT-AT's?" He called forward to her over the sounds of battle. "'Cause you've got some pretty strong cables there, esa, and I happen to have two jet engines on my back. I think we might be able to get take the Surfer out of Silver Surfer. 'Course, that would require you being as strong as they say you are..."

Word association Game!

Daddy?

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<Snipped quote by Superboy>

But the Scarab might.

@Lord Wraith

Not compatible.

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The sword can be reforged after the battle anyhow. Hmph.

@Inkarnate

So long as nobody takes that mother box.

Which I definitely won’t do. That’d be stealing.

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<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>

Mein Coach? Is that the sports-centric followup to Mein Kampf?

@Eddie Brock

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Cowboys And Aliens: Issue #5

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New York City, New York

Jaime Reyes found himself flying through a wall of solid concrete for what felt like the fifth time today. It shattered on contact with his armored body, sending him tumbling through it to the other side, where he was promptly buried in a pile of rubble, stone and rebar. He remained unmoving for several seconds, still reeling from what had just happened. He hadn't even had time to process it. He and the Spirit had descended on the Silver Surfer in a ball of flaming plasma and hellfire, moving so fast that the world around Jaime had looked like little more than sheets of color flying passed his head. Then he was...here. On the ground, his body screaming out in protest once more as his wounds reopened and blood leaked down his face inside of his mask.

"God, my head..." He groaned quietly, shoving away the heavy debris that covered him. The Surfer...he'd just deflected their attacks like it was nothing, hadn't he? The Spirit of Vengeance that Reyes had been hoping could match the likes of Superman had been tossed aside like a bag of rocks, used like a projectile against Wonder Woman. Even his own blast had been smacked away and redirected toward-

"Shit, shit- Spider-Girl!" The last thing he remembered seeing was a ball of hot plasma flying right for New York's resident superhero. He'd seen what that kind of thing could do to a human being before. If that hit her... "Please don't be dead." He rasped, his head on a swivel as he tried to find that white-and-black clad insect. "God damn it, I did not come up here to kill a superhero."

Thankfully she was quicker than she looked, and she managed to flip right out of the way without being turned into a pile of human gore and slag.

He was such an idiot. A total, complete, unredeemable idiot. How he could he have thought this was a good idea? How could he have possibly considered that he could stand up against the same guy that took The Flash and Superman to task? Vigilante was right. He was just a kid. He should've...he should've ran the moment they got here, and let the real heroes deal with the Surfer-

The Surfer. He was looming in the center of it all, his unblinking eyes direct right toward Jaime. They stared into his soul with an alien intensity, as if the thing could see right inside of him. And then...and then it spoke.

It spoke his name. Jaime Reyes, the sixteen year old that felt impossibly out of his depth, was called out by the conqueror by name. "W-what?" He froze where he lay, enraptured by the brief words the alien shared about him.

It said he was the most intriguing of all. It spoke of potential he never knew he had. Despite the fact that the woman that caught a plane and the man that dragged himself out of the depths of hell were but a few feet away, the Silver Surfer had said those words about Jaime.

Little Jaime Reyes, the boy that couldn't pass a Physics test to save his life. Jaime Reyes, the accidental murderer. Jaime Reyes, the child that had failed to beat a crippled man in a wheelchair. He was the one that held the alien's attention. It...it didn't make any sense. It clashed with every thought that had plagued Reyes's mind as he rode with Vigilante to confront the herald of Darkseid. And now it contradicted his own belief in his worthlessness.

It was a moment as captivating as it was terrifying.

And it was fleeting, too, as the Surfer turned to address the entire crowd of costumed and caped heroes that had come here to put the alien down once and for all. It cried out about the suffering of the world and the power Darkseid had to save them with such conviction and authority that Reyes almost believed it.

His attention was torn away by a sound like a roaring wind turbine coming up from behind them. A blur of red and yellow burst forth from the prison's entrance, coming to a halt in all of her wounded, heroic glory. Even with the new costume it was impossible to mistake the fastest woman alive for anyone else; the moment she had struck down the Silver Surfer had been broadcast across the world for everyone to see. Reyes had never expected to be present when those two clashed for a second time, and he found his heart pounding through his chest as he looked at the heroine, hope shining through the bleak shadow that their would-be destroyer cast around it.

"...Kick his sorry ass, Flash!" Were all the words he could get out before she started moving.

The two opponents became a blur of movement and thunderous noise as they kicked up a hurricane of wind around them, bits of dust flying in every direction. Even with the enhanced senses offered by the Scarab, Jaime had no idea what happened in that brief millisecond. He thought for that brief, tiny time frame that perhaps the Flash was winning-

Right up until he heard her bloodcurdling scream echo across the floating prison's courtyard. When the dust cleared and the blurs came to a stop, the Surfer was the only one left standing. He held the Flash's limp, unconscious form in his hand; there wasn't a scratch on him, and that same, uncaring look was plastered across his face.

One of the strongest heroes on the planet- half of the team that had taken down the Surfer the first time- was knocked out in the span of a blink, and she'd done no noticeable damage. It tossed the Flash aside like yesterday's trash, only for the Spider to catch her and set her down away from the action. All the hope Jaime felt building up in his chest was thrust into the sea and drowned in that split second, leaving him with nothing but a throbbing emptiness and a sense of overhanging dread. There goes their biggest gun.

"Give me all the juice you've got, Kha!"

Despite the fact that all of his instincts screamed to run, Jaime found himself shooting forward. It was almost like his legs moved of their own accord. Whether it was the wordless demand of the Scarab that drove him, the demand for assistance from the Spider or some kind of subconscious bravery, he couldn't know; all he knew was that he was moving very quickly toward the being that had knocked down the Flash with little effort. Wonder Woman was already descending on it, and Vigilante would hopefully be joining her in a moment. That left Jaime with an opening to try something he never had before.

He slapped both of his arms together, willing them to combine as they had when he formed the shield. As he had guessed, that same transformation worked with other weapons, too- including his plasma cannons. When stuck together, the barrels changed and morphed into one, much more menacing tool. The power that radiated from the massive piece of artillery was like nothing else Reyes had ever felt. He dug his feet deep into the ground to anchor himself in place, willing the cannon to power up.

"See if you can't keep him still!" Jaime called out. He waited for the weapon to ignite, watching intently to make sure he had an opening. He didn't want to blast Wonder Woman right in the chest, and now he knew that the Surfer could redirect his shots if he knew they were coming. If they could pin the guy down, maybe...maybe there was a chance...

"HEY, YOU BALD BASTARD!" Reyes roared, his finger itching to pull the trigger. "GET THE FUCK OFF MY PLANET!"

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Alright, @DocTachyon and @Superboy if you want in on this round of Surfer action, speak now (or within the next couple of hours) or forever hold your peace.

I'm going to try to respond to everything in one slightly longer post as opposed to individually as outlined above, so let me know so no one is left out before taking their shot.

@Morden Man

Yup, already on it!

Superboy's Shitty Characters

Cowboys And Aliens: Issue #5

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New York City, New York

Jaime Reyes found himself flying through a wall of solid concrete for what felt like the fifth time today. It shattered on contact with his armored body, sending him tumbling through it to the other side, where he was promptly buried in a pile of rubble, stone and rebar. He remained unmoving for several seconds, still reeling from what had just happened. He hadn't even had time to process it. He and the Spirit had descended on the Silver Surfer in a ball of flaming plasma and hellfire, moving so fast that the world around Jaime had looked like little more than sheets of color flying passed his head. Then he was...here. On the ground, his body screaming out in protest once more as his wounds reopened and blood leaked down his face inside of his mask.

"God, my head..." He groaned quietly, shoving away the heavy debris that covered him. The Surfer...he'd just deflected their attacks like it was nothing, hadn't he? The Spirit of Vengeance that Reyes had been hoping could match the likes of Superman had been tossed aside like a bag of rocks, used like a projectile against Wonder Woman. Even his own blast had been smacked away and redirected toward-

"Shit, shit- Spider-Girl!" The last thing he remembered seeing was a ball of hot plasma flying right for New York's resident superhero. He'd seen what that kind of thing could do to a human being before. If that hit her... "Please don't be dead." He rasped, his head on a swivel as he tried to find that white-and-black clad insect. "God damn it, I did not come up here to kill a superhero."

Thankfully she was quicker than she looked, and she managed to flip right out of the way without being turned into a pile of human gore and slag.

He was such an idiot. A total, complete, unredeemable idiot. How he could he have thought this was a good idea? How could he have possibly considered that he could stand up against the same guy that took The Flash and Superman to task? Vigilante was right. He was just a kid. He should've...he should've ran the moment they got here, and let the real heroes deal with the Surfer-

The Surfer. He was looming in the center of it all, his unblinking eyes direct right toward Jaime. They stared into his soul with an alien intensity, as if the thing could see right inside of him. And then...and then it spoke.

It spoke his name. Jaime Reyes, the sixteen year old that felt impossibly out of his depth, was called out by the conqueror by name. "W-what?" He froze where he lay, enraptured by the brief words the alien shared about him.

It said he was the most intriguing of all. It spoke of potential he never knew he had. Despite the fact that the woman that caught a plane and the man that dragged himself out of the depths of hell were but a few feet away, the Silver Surfer had said those words about Jaime.

Little Jaime Reyes, the boy that couldn't pass a Physics test to save his life. Jaime Reyes, the accidental murderer. Jaime Reyes, the child that had failed to beat a crippled man in a wheelchair. He was the one that held the alien's attention. It...it didn't make any sense. It clashed with every thought that had plagued Reyes's mind as he rode with Vigilante to confront the herald of Darkseid. And now it contradicted his own belief in his worthlessness.

It was a moment as captivating as it was terrifying.

And it was fleeting, too, as the Surfer turned to address the entire crowd of costumed and caped heroes that had come here to put the alien down once and for all. It cried out about the suffering of the world and the power Darkseid had to save them with such conviction and authority that Reyes almost believed it.

His attention was torn away by a sound like a roaring wind turbine coming up from behind them. A blur of red and yellow burst forth from the prison's entrance, coming to a halt in all of her wounded, heroic glory. Even with the new costume it was impossible to mistake the fastest woman alive for anyone else; the moment she had struck down the Silver Surfer had been broadcast across the world for everyone to see. Reyes had never expected to be present when those two clashed for a second time, and he found his heart pounding through his chest as he looked at the heroine, hope shining through the bleak shadow that their would-be destroyer cast around it.

"...Kick his sorry ass, Flash!" Were all the words he could get out before she started moving.

The two opponents became a blur of movement and thunderous noise as they kicked up a hurricane of wind around them, bits of dust flying in every direction. Even with the enhanced senses offered by the Scarab, Jaime had no idea what happened in that brief millisecond. He thought for that brief, tiny time frame that perhaps the Flash was winning-

Right up until he heard her bloodcurdling scream echo across the floating prison's courtyard. When the dust cleared and the blurs came to a stop, the Surfer was the only one left standing. He held the Flash's limp, unconscious form in his hand; there wasn't a scratch on him, and that same, uncaring look was plastered across his face.

One of the strongest heroes on the planet- half of the team that had taken down the Surfer the first time- was knocked out in the span of a blink, and she'd done no noticeable damage. It tossed the Flash aside like yesterday's trash, only for the Spider to catch her and set her down away from the action. All the hope Jaime felt building up in his chest was thrust into the sea and drowned in that split second, leaving him with nothing but a throbbing emptiness and a sense of overhanging dread. There goes their biggest gun.

"Give me all the juice you've got, Kha!"

Despite the fact that all of his instincts screamed to run, Jaime found himself shooting forward. It was almost like his legs moved of their own accord. Whether it was the wordless demand of the Scarab that drove him, the demand for assistance from the Spider or some kind of subconscious bravery, he couldn't know; all he knew was that he was moving very quickly toward the being that had knocked down the Flash with little effort. Wonder Woman was already descending on it, and Vigilante would hopefully be joining her in a moment. That left Jaime with an opening to try something he never had before.

He slapped both of his arms together, willing them to combine as they had when he formed the shield. As he had guessed, that same transformation worked with other weapons, too- including his plasma cannons. When stuck together, the barrels changed and morphed into one, much more menacing tool. The power that radiated from the massive piece of artillery was like nothing else Reyes had ever felt. He dug his feet deep into the ground to anchor himself in place, willing the cannon to power up.

"See if you can't keep him still!" Jaime called out. He waited for the weapon to ignite, watching intently to make sure he had an opening. He didn't want to blast Wonder Woman right in the chest, and now he knew that the Surfer could redirect his shots if he knew they were coming. If they could pin the guy down, maybe...maybe there was a chance...

"HEY, YOU BALD BASTARD!" Reyes roared, his finger itching to pull the trigger. "GET THE FUCK OFF MY PLANET!"