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Titans of Justice Unlimited Chapter 15 – “Guest List Part 3”
Written by: Power Guy
Edited by: Green Lantern
The Hall of Justice…
Phantom Lady tossed her hair behind her shoulder as she strolled out of the teleporter tube. Her side-swept bangs dangled elegantly in front of her eyes. Upon surveying the room she noticed Black Orchid’s troubled countenance as she stood before the Trouble Alert. “Hello Black Orchid,” she greeted.
“Hello….Phantom Lady,” the purple-clad heroine replied, nonchalantly.
“Why do you seem so down-and-out?” Phantom Lady asked curiously.
“Because I’m sitting here on monitor duty when I have enough power to go toe-to-toe with Superman,” Black Orchid replied angrily. “I’ve been cooped up in this stupid building for months and every time I ask to go on a mission, I get told ‘no.’”
“I’m sure there’s a good reason for it,” suggested the spectral heroine.
“Yeah, there is,” agreed Black Orchid. “My friends are still ashamed of me in spite of the fact I was proven innocent for all of the deaths of those people that I killed months ago.”
“I’m sure it’s not that,” Phantom Lady said, trying to get Black Orchid to open her mind.
“How would you know? Didn’t you just get your signal device a few weeks ago?” snapped Black Orchid in frustration.
“Listen, chica, you’re obviously in a bad place right now but don’t take it out on me,” Phantom Lady responded, “I’ll be in my room watching the Annual Chippendale Strip-off Contest if you need to talk.”
***
The secret lair of Professor Ivo…
Argos had just finished punching Fantasto through three walls. The power surging through his veins was electrifying. He could hear and see things he never knew existed. He could move faster than the speed of sound. With a simple thought, the ring on his finger could create any object he could imagine. With the power flowing through his body, he felt he could take down Darkseid himself.
He flew through the holes in the wall that Fantasto’s body had created in pursuit of his prey. Once he made it through the third hole, he saw that Fantasto was nowhere to be seen. “What?? Where could he have gone?” Argos asked himself. Then without warning, he was struck in the back of the head.
Fantasto had cloaked his presence using Ms. Mars’ invisibility powers.
Argos staggered forward as Fantasto continued to beat on him.
“Coward! Show yourself!” demanded the scion of New Genesis. Argos whipped around and used his power-ring to seek Fantasto out. He then coated him in green paint so that he could hide no longer.
“Whether you can see me or not, I am still going to kill you!” threatened Fantasto as he created a giant green sword and swung it at Argos.
Argos met the sword with Nth Metal mace he had been given. Then the two warriors commenced a fierce battle with metal slamming against metal.
The rest of the Titans present decided to join in the fray and tip the odds in Argos’ favor. Power Guy and Wonder Man each grabbed and arm of Fantasto and held it back while Argos continued to pummel the villain.
Green Lantern blindfolded the android’s eyes with a green lead generated from his ring. Not letting up, Argos bashed Fantasto in the face multiple times, shredding what little human-like skin he had left.
Fantasto became irate and threw Power Guy and Wonder Man off of him and then ripped off the green blindfold. “No more stalling Titans, it’s time to DIE!!!”
“The only one will be destroyed today is you!” countered Argos as he went to punch Fantasto again. Unfortunately, Fantasto was quick enough to catch the New God’s fist, putting a quick end to this latest attack. A wry smile came across Argos’ countenance as he improvised by swinging his other fist at Fantasto, this time cold-clocking him in the face.
“This is getting us nowhere,” observed Whirlpool. “Yes, Argos is now Fantasto’s equal but they’re just basically just holding each other at a standstill and if they keep hitting each other with the force they have been, they’re going to bring the roof down on the rest of us!”
Ivo began laughing sickeningly.
“What’s so funny vomit-face?” asked the Flash. “You’ll die in the cave-in too.”
“Yes but at least I’ll have my revenge on the Justice League….”
“You really are a twisted sadist,” Sargona said, shaking her head.
“Argos, we have to end this and soon!” commanded Nightvision. “Whirlpool is right, you’re liable to bring the roof down on us if you and Fantasto keep at it like this.”
“You want this ended? Why didn’t you say so sooner?” questioned the son of Orion as he grasped his Grandmother Box. All of a sudden, a series of three explosions occurred, seemingly coming from within Fantasto.
BOOM!!!!
BOOM!!!!
BOOM!!!!
His shoulders, head, torso, and finally his groin and legs were torn asunder and then suddenly vanished. “There…it is done.”
“Umm….ok, what just happened here?” asked a thoroughly confused Arachnid.
“Simply put, I used my Grandmother Box to open a series of Boom Tubes inside of him, ripping his body in three, and teleporting each part to the heart of various stars within the universe.”
“Something tells me he’s not coming back from that one,” assumed Starman, wiping the sweat off of his brow.
“What have you done?!?!?!?!” shrieked Professor Ivo. “You’ve destroyed my grandson!!! Curse you! Curse you all!!!!!!!!!!”
“Oh, give it a rest, Ivo. The hero community still owed you one for what you did to Steel and Vibe,” spat Totem. “They were two of my mother’s closest friends and you killed them both without thinking twice.”
“But everyone connected to the Justice League deserves to die for what they did to me,” argued Ivo.
“Save it Ivo, you can gripe all you want once you’re behind bars,” ordered Nightvision as he wrapped some duck-tape around Ivo’s mouth. “We’ve all had enough of you today.”
“Indeed, we hav….” Started Argos as he started to collapse.
“Argos!” cried out the Huntress as she caught the falling hero. “What’s wrong?”
“All of this energy flowing through my body….I’m starting to feel like what you earthmen call ‘drunk’,” mumbled the near-omnipotent hero.
“We’ve got to hook him back up to Ivo’s machines and drain out the extra powers we gave him,” explained Nucleus. “I took a gamble that his New Genesis physiology would be strong enough to house our combined abilities but it appears even his body has it’s limits.”
Power Guy and Wonder Man carried Argos over to Ivo’s machines while Nucleus and Nightvision worked frantically to figure out how to reverse the polarity of the mechanism that brought Fantasto to life. After about ten minutes, Nucleus turned to Green Lantern, “I think we’ve got it GL, can you get this thing going again?”
“I’ll give it my best shot,” Green Lantern said as he pointed his ring at the machines. Within seconds of the emerald beam striking the machines they began running again.
The assembled Titans watched on, most of them nervous on how this would turn out. Though they had not known Argos very long, the young man had just risked his life to save theirs and his sacrifice could not go in vain. Sturmer whined pitifully as he stood frozen with fear for his master’s welfare. Once the machines finally shut down, Nucleus announced, “There…I think he’s going to be alright.” He walked over and disconnected the patient from Ivo’s machines. “Argos, can you hear me?”
Argos opened his eyes slowly, gazing at the group of Titans surrounding him, “Yes, I can hear you. I…I am feeling much better now,” he revealed. “That was the biggest rush I have ever experienced whether here or on New Genesis.”
“Well, I suppose that’s a wrap,” commented Atmosphere. “If the rest of you don’t mind, I’ll be happy to haul Ivo here off to Arkham.
“It’s too dangerous for you to be alone with him. I’ll go with you,” offered Black Vulcan.
“Well boys and girls, it was fun but I really need to get going,” the female Martian said, whimsically.
“Wait…Ms…” started the Arachnid.
“Ms. Mars,” answered the enigmatic alien.
“I was just going to say, we don’t even know your name,” remarked the Arachnid. “Ms. Mars, huh? You must be J’onn J’onnz’s daughter?”
“Guilty as charged,” confirmed Ms. Mars. “Oh and Scorch’s daughter too,” she added as she snapped her fingers and they lit on fire.
“Well, we’re awfully sorry you got dragged into this mess,” Starman said in apology for the whole team. “Can we repay you by offering you a spot on our team?”
“Me join the all-powerful and mighty Titans of Justice?” teased Ms. Mars. “I’ll have to get back to you on that one,” she said with a wink as she flew off.
“How about you, Offspring?” asked Wonder Man. “Your father was a long-time member of the Justice League. You would fit in perfectly with our team.”
“Thanks but not right now,” the son of Plastic Man replied glumly, “I’m trying to concentrate on school right. Plus I know how super-teams work. The stretchy guy always gets stuck with crowd control,” he said as he stretched his legs until he was about twenty feet tall and made his way out of the building.
The Huntress then approached Power Guy and asked, “How are you healing up, amigo?”
“Just fine,” answered the Kryptonian. “Ivo must have pulled that Kryptonite bullet out of my back before he stuck me in that tube. He was probably worried that if I weren’t at full strength, Fantasto wouldn’t receive the full extent of my abilities. So now the question is, how are you doing? Being almost suffocated by False Face couldn’t have been too comfortable.”
“I’ve been through worse,” smiled the Darkknight’s daughter. “Sometime I’ll have to tell you about the time when the Earthworm trapped me in a bag of slime. Let me tell you how bad that is for a woman’s complexion.”
The End
***
PROLOGUE: Granny Goodness’ Orphanage…
“What is this foul smelling place?” demanded Fausta. “It smells worse than the rotting flesh of the filth the Reich almost wiped from the face of the earth! Are you burning the corpses of your enemies?”
“Show more respect for Granny’s humble home,” replied the gray-haired henchwoman of Darkseid. “I’m going to introduce you to your new playmates. Granny has searched your world far-and-wide and picked only the chicest and most determined girls to make-up my new international Female Furies.”
“These girls are from all over the earth?” Fausta asked with anticipation. “It sounds like you are putting together a new Axis Amerika! The Fuhrer would be quite proud.”
“Call them what you like, deary. After all, you will be in charge once Granny unleashes you upon that pitiful mud ball you call home,” advised the sinister old woman as she opened the door to a special room within her fortress. “Say hello to your partners,” she said gesturing toward the three women assembled in the room: Star Sapphire, Tsukuri, and Nefertitti.
“Ah, good choices, old woman,” complimented Fausta. “I shall condition them into the perfect specimens! All the world will fear this group….these women.”
“Granny would like nothing better, my little ginger-snap! I just need to find one more precious little girl to complete this group.”
“One more? I have the perfect candidate,” grinned Fausta with sick delight in her eyes.
***
Later that day…
Fausta made her way around the private quarters that Granny Goodness had provided for her. “Soon I shall have my new Axis Amerika and we will make the rivers of the world run with the blood of the genetically impure! The Fuhrer would shudder to think I am working with a French woman and an Egyptian, but we share a common goal. Even he aligned himself with the Japanese. Yes, this international strike force would be one even Herr Hitler would approve. I dare think even the German deities would be proud of the assembled might!”
What happened next was something that Fausta could barely believe if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. Donar of the German gods appeared before her. “You have already made us quite proud Fausta.”
Fausta just stood frozen for a few seconds and then got down on one knee, “I am not worthy of this audience, great Donar.”
“Rise, my child,” requested the god of the storms. “You have continued to work to build Germany’s prominence even when most others have abandoned the cause. You are loyal soldier and for that, the gods shall reward you.”
“I deserve nothing, Lord Donar,” replied Fausta, humbly.
“Nonsense!” countered Donar. “I present to you these gifts. First, two magic gauntlets to wear on your wrists. They are strong enough to repel your enemy’s artillery shells. I also give you this magic whip to help channel my lightning more efficiently. For too long the confounded family of Hippolyta has defeated you with the help of their magic weapons. Now you shall have your own to help inflict fear and terror into all who cross you!”
“Thank you, Lord Donar, I am not worthy…” whispered Fausta as she happily accepted her new weapons. “I shall use them to bring about a new holocaust; one that will make even the Reich shudder in horror!!!!”
To be continued…
Written by: Power Guy
Edited by: Green Lantern
The Hall of Justice…
Phantom Lady tossed her hair behind her shoulder as she strolled out of the teleporter tube. Her side-swept bangs dangled elegantly in front of her eyes. Upon surveying the room she noticed Black Orchid’s troubled countenance as she stood before the Trouble Alert. “Hello Black Orchid,” she greeted.
“Hello….Phantom Lady,” the purple-clad heroine replied, nonchalantly.
“Why do you seem so down-and-out?” Phantom Lady asked curiously.
“Because I’m sitting here on monitor duty when I have enough power to go toe-to-toe with Superman,” Black Orchid replied angrily. “I’ve been cooped up in this stupid building for months and every time I ask to go on a mission, I get told ‘no.’”
“I’m sure there’s a good reason for it,” suggested the spectral heroine.
“Yeah, there is,” agreed Black Orchid. “My friends are still ashamed of me in spite of the fact I was proven innocent for all of the deaths of those people that I killed months ago.”
“I’m sure it’s not that,” Phantom Lady said, trying to get Black Orchid to open her mind.
“How would you know? Didn’t you just get your signal device a few weeks ago?” snapped Black Orchid in frustration.
“Listen, chica, you’re obviously in a bad place right now but don’t take it out on me,” Phantom Lady responded, “I’ll be in my room watching the Annual Chippendale Strip-off Contest if you need to talk.”
***
The secret lair of Professor Ivo…
Argos had just finished punching Fantasto through three walls. The power surging through his veins was electrifying. He could hear and see things he never knew existed. He could move faster than the speed of sound. With a simple thought, the ring on his finger could create any object he could imagine. With the power flowing through his body, he felt he could take down Darkseid himself.
He flew through the holes in the wall that Fantasto’s body had created in pursuit of his prey. Once he made it through the third hole, he saw that Fantasto was nowhere to be seen. “What?? Where could he have gone?” Argos asked himself. Then without warning, he was struck in the back of the head.
Fantasto had cloaked his presence using Ms. Mars’ invisibility powers.
Argos staggered forward as Fantasto continued to beat on him.
“Coward! Show yourself!” demanded the scion of New Genesis. Argos whipped around and used his power-ring to seek Fantasto out. He then coated him in green paint so that he could hide no longer.
“Whether you can see me or not, I am still going to kill you!” threatened Fantasto as he created a giant green sword and swung it at Argos.
Argos met the sword with Nth Metal mace he had been given. Then the two warriors commenced a fierce battle with metal slamming against metal.
The rest of the Titans present decided to join in the fray and tip the odds in Argos’ favor. Power Guy and Wonder Man each grabbed and arm of Fantasto and held it back while Argos continued to pummel the villain.
Green Lantern blindfolded the android’s eyes with a green lead generated from his ring. Not letting up, Argos bashed Fantasto in the face multiple times, shredding what little human-like skin he had left.
Fantasto became irate and threw Power Guy and Wonder Man off of him and then ripped off the green blindfold. “No more stalling Titans, it’s time to DIE!!!”
“The only one will be destroyed today is you!” countered Argos as he went to punch Fantasto again. Unfortunately, Fantasto was quick enough to catch the New God’s fist, putting a quick end to this latest attack. A wry smile came across Argos’ countenance as he improvised by swinging his other fist at Fantasto, this time cold-clocking him in the face.
“This is getting us nowhere,” observed Whirlpool. “Yes, Argos is now Fantasto’s equal but they’re just basically just holding each other at a standstill and if they keep hitting each other with the force they have been, they’re going to bring the roof down on the rest of us!”
Ivo began laughing sickeningly.
“What’s so funny vomit-face?” asked the Flash. “You’ll die in the cave-in too.”
“Yes but at least I’ll have my revenge on the Justice League….”
“You really are a twisted sadist,” Sargona said, shaking her head.
“Argos, we have to end this and soon!” commanded Nightvision. “Whirlpool is right, you’re liable to bring the roof down on us if you and Fantasto keep at it like this.”
“You want this ended? Why didn’t you say so sooner?” questioned the son of Orion as he grasped his Grandmother Box. All of a sudden, a series of three explosions occurred, seemingly coming from within Fantasto.
BOOM!!!!
BOOM!!!!
BOOM!!!!
His shoulders, head, torso, and finally his groin and legs were torn asunder and then suddenly vanished. “There…it is done.”
“Umm….ok, what just happened here?” asked a thoroughly confused Arachnid.
“Simply put, I used my Grandmother Box to open a series of Boom Tubes inside of him, ripping his body in three, and teleporting each part to the heart of various stars within the universe.”
“Something tells me he’s not coming back from that one,” assumed Starman, wiping the sweat off of his brow.
“What have you done?!?!?!?!” shrieked Professor Ivo. “You’ve destroyed my grandson!!! Curse you! Curse you all!!!!!!!!!!”
“Oh, give it a rest, Ivo. The hero community still owed you one for what you did to Steel and Vibe,” spat Totem. “They were two of my mother’s closest friends and you killed them both without thinking twice.”
“But everyone connected to the Justice League deserves to die for what they did to me,” argued Ivo.
“Save it Ivo, you can gripe all you want once you’re behind bars,” ordered Nightvision as he wrapped some duck-tape around Ivo’s mouth. “We’ve all had enough of you today.”
“Indeed, we hav….” Started Argos as he started to collapse.
“Argos!” cried out the Huntress as she caught the falling hero. “What’s wrong?”
“All of this energy flowing through my body….I’m starting to feel like what you earthmen call ‘drunk’,” mumbled the near-omnipotent hero.
“We’ve got to hook him back up to Ivo’s machines and drain out the extra powers we gave him,” explained Nucleus. “I took a gamble that his New Genesis physiology would be strong enough to house our combined abilities but it appears even his body has it’s limits.”
Power Guy and Wonder Man carried Argos over to Ivo’s machines while Nucleus and Nightvision worked frantically to figure out how to reverse the polarity of the mechanism that brought Fantasto to life. After about ten minutes, Nucleus turned to Green Lantern, “I think we’ve got it GL, can you get this thing going again?”
“I’ll give it my best shot,” Green Lantern said as he pointed his ring at the machines. Within seconds of the emerald beam striking the machines they began running again.
The assembled Titans watched on, most of them nervous on how this would turn out. Though they had not known Argos very long, the young man had just risked his life to save theirs and his sacrifice could not go in vain. Sturmer whined pitifully as he stood frozen with fear for his master’s welfare. Once the machines finally shut down, Nucleus announced, “There…I think he’s going to be alright.” He walked over and disconnected the patient from Ivo’s machines. “Argos, can you hear me?”
Argos opened his eyes slowly, gazing at the group of Titans surrounding him, “Yes, I can hear you. I…I am feeling much better now,” he revealed. “That was the biggest rush I have ever experienced whether here or on New Genesis.”
“Well, I suppose that’s a wrap,” commented Atmosphere. “If the rest of you don’t mind, I’ll be happy to haul Ivo here off to Arkham.
“It’s too dangerous for you to be alone with him. I’ll go with you,” offered Black Vulcan.
“Well boys and girls, it was fun but I really need to get going,” the female Martian said, whimsically.
“Wait…Ms…” started the Arachnid.
“Ms. Mars,” answered the enigmatic alien.
“I was just going to say, we don’t even know your name,” remarked the Arachnid. “Ms. Mars, huh? You must be J’onn J’onnz’s daughter?”
“Guilty as charged,” confirmed Ms. Mars. “Oh and Scorch’s daughter too,” she added as she snapped her fingers and they lit on fire.
“Well, we’re awfully sorry you got dragged into this mess,” Starman said in apology for the whole team. “Can we repay you by offering you a spot on our team?”
“Me join the all-powerful and mighty Titans of Justice?” teased Ms. Mars. “I’ll have to get back to you on that one,” she said with a wink as she flew off.
“How about you, Offspring?” asked Wonder Man. “Your father was a long-time member of the Justice League. You would fit in perfectly with our team.”
“Thanks but not right now,” the son of Plastic Man replied glumly, “I’m trying to concentrate on school right. Plus I know how super-teams work. The stretchy guy always gets stuck with crowd control,” he said as he stretched his legs until he was about twenty feet tall and made his way out of the building.
The Huntress then approached Power Guy and asked, “How are you healing up, amigo?”
“Just fine,” answered the Kryptonian. “Ivo must have pulled that Kryptonite bullet out of my back before he stuck me in that tube. He was probably worried that if I weren’t at full strength, Fantasto wouldn’t receive the full extent of my abilities. So now the question is, how are you doing? Being almost suffocated by False Face couldn’t have been too comfortable.”
“I’ve been through worse,” smiled the Darkknight’s daughter. “Sometime I’ll have to tell you about the time when the Earthworm trapped me in a bag of slime. Let me tell you how bad that is for a woman’s complexion.”
The End
***
PROLOGUE: Granny Goodness’ Orphanage…
“What is this foul smelling place?” demanded Fausta. “It smells worse than the rotting flesh of the filth the Reich almost wiped from the face of the earth! Are you burning the corpses of your enemies?”
“Show more respect for Granny’s humble home,” replied the gray-haired henchwoman of Darkseid. “I’m going to introduce you to your new playmates. Granny has searched your world far-and-wide and picked only the chicest and most determined girls to make-up my new international Female Furies.”
“These girls are from all over the earth?” Fausta asked with anticipation. “It sounds like you are putting together a new Axis Amerika! The Fuhrer would be quite proud.”
“Call them what you like, deary. After all, you will be in charge once Granny unleashes you upon that pitiful mud ball you call home,” advised the sinister old woman as she opened the door to a special room within her fortress. “Say hello to your partners,” she said gesturing toward the three women assembled in the room: Star Sapphire, Tsukuri, and Nefertitti.
“Ah, good choices, old woman,” complimented Fausta. “I shall condition them into the perfect specimens! All the world will fear this group….these women.”
“Granny would like nothing better, my little ginger-snap! I just need to find one more precious little girl to complete this group.”
“One more? I have the perfect candidate,” grinned Fausta with sick delight in her eyes.
***
Later that day…
Fausta made her way around the private quarters that Granny Goodness had provided for her. “Soon I shall have my new Axis Amerika and we will make the rivers of the world run with the blood of the genetically impure! The Fuhrer would shudder to think I am working with a French woman and an Egyptian, but we share a common goal. Even he aligned himself with the Japanese. Yes, this international strike force would be one even Herr Hitler would approve. I dare think even the German deities would be proud of the assembled might!”
What happened next was something that Fausta could barely believe if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. Donar of the German gods appeared before her. “You have already made us quite proud Fausta.”
Fausta just stood frozen for a few seconds and then got down on one knee, “I am not worthy of this audience, great Donar.”
“Rise, my child,” requested the god of the storms. “You have continued to work to build Germany’s prominence even when most others have abandoned the cause. You are loyal soldier and for that, the gods shall reward you.”
“I deserve nothing, Lord Donar,” replied Fausta, humbly.
“Nonsense!” countered Donar. “I present to you these gifts. First, two magic gauntlets to wear on your wrists. They are strong enough to repel your enemy’s artillery shells. I also give you this magic whip to help channel my lightning more efficiently. For too long the confounded family of Hippolyta has defeated you with the help of their magic weapons. Now you shall have your own to help inflict fear and terror into all who cross you!”
“Thank you, Lord Donar, I am not worthy…” whispered Fausta as she happily accepted her new weapons. “I shall use them to bring about a new holocaust; one that will make even the Reich shudder in horror!!!!”
To be continued…