Palladium Comics solicitations for September.

MIGHTY KNIGHTS #1
Written by Wayne Breaux Jr.
Art by Patricus
$0.75 US | 48 pages
ON SALE 9/4/23
It is a new dawn for Valle Lindo, five years have passed since the terrible events of Bloody Monday and a prosperous and peaceful future shines for the town and its foster sons The Mighty Knights. The team dispairs in boredom until the peace of the town is interrupted by a wandering lion that scaped (or was it stolen?) from the zoo.
Nothing to worry about, what can do a lion against Villa Linda's super team? Or is it something more sinister and heinous laying behind this singular event?
Accompany Dr. Roller, Albedo, Agent Force, Flynn Ambrose, Ember, El Aracnido and Watchman into a all-new era of thrills and adventures as our heroes see how a big threat menaces their beloved town in this double-size, first explosive issue, a collector's item everybody will be talking about in years to come.

JUSTICE FRONT #1
Written by Kevin Simbieda.
Art by Patricus
$1.75 US | 48 pages
ON SALE 16/4/23
Operation Overlord has started and this marks a milestone in the lives of Crusader, Alloy, Alana, Hatfield McCoy, Loose Cannon, Puck and Scarlet Wolf, the boys of the not sanctioned super team Justice Front who now must evaluate the upcoming prosecution by CHIMERA. But today is not a day to think in negative things, it is the Fairfax Comic Con and the Justice Front will do a bit of civilian life just to enyou the show. But no resting is the price of being a hero and although a comic convention is not the place where you normally would find trouble, destiny will show the Justice Front that "the never ending battle" mean it.
Be here for the beginning of a new non-stop action ongoing series that opens with a doble-size ultra collectable chromium cover.
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Three months have passed since the Justice Front very first mission in which they rescued that little girl and Puck decided to leave the team.
The boys from Justice Front reunites in their secret hideout to discuss early news about the Operation Overlord decree and its implications for the team's operations.
The team is just not in the mood for going patroling so as one of them skims a local newspaper calls the attention of the team to an event that has been developing since two days ago: The Fairfax Comic Con. A small but respectable annual popular culture convention.
The team decide to take a break and since it is sunday and it is a nice sunny spring day, they decide to go civil an attend the convention.

Lex came to the convention dressed in casual civilian clothes. He is a very large and muscular man, much like Roddy Piper from They Live. He wears a simple plaid shirt and jeans, a pair of cowboy boots, and carries a blindman's cane. He is mostly here for his friends. He can hear and with his radar see the world around himself. It would be preferable if someone would let him hold their arm.

Hal had ridden (or more likely driven) to the Con with Lex. He was dressed in jeans and a "Justice Machine: The Movie" t-shirt and even in his decided non-super form was a big man.

A few inches taller (Picture Alan Ritchson from Jack Reacher and Fast X) his shoulder was located at the perfect height to allow the "blind" man to keep a hand on it. As was common with convention crowds folks most often parted to make way for an obviously handicapped attendee which Hal was happy to exploit to navigate the interminable lines.

Hatfield had offered to wear one of those orange vests with the harness, and go to the convention as a service animal for Crusader or Alloy, but it was thought no one would believe in a seeing-eye wolf. Instead, he was wandering around in black pleather (plastic, ie fake leather) adorned with metal studs. His hair had been made dark by some stuff he'd found at the Walmart, and his Kerr Avon cosplay had been praised by one or two of the other conventioneers.
It was fascinating to him to see what passed for entertainment in this world's culture.
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Perhaps taking inspiration from Hatfield's joke Alana turns herself into a half frame – Olympus Pen FT, or to most a smaller version of the typical mechanical film camera from the 80s or 90s.

The camera does what all cameras do, it sits on a desk until someone picks it up, and comes with a convenient carrying strap that auto adjusts to the size of the user.

Just because he thought it was funny, Lex carried Alana(mera) around his neck. The thought of a blind man carrying a camera that didn't take pictures to a cos-play convention was hilarious to him any way.

Scarlet did not have her costume on, just a pair of jeans, a t-shirt with extra arm holes for her extra arms and her over sized coat so that she could hide said arms. Sure there were others walking around with more obvious appearances than her extra arms, but she didn't feel the need to advertise that she had them to anyone that didn't already know. Unless there was a reason to. Scarlet finished her outfit off with a pair of mirrored sunglasses. With those in place, she was ready to go.

Loose Cannon was exploring a new world, so many people, so many sellers, people in weird costumes. Fortunately the day started going colder when they got to the convention so his coat, hat and scarf did not bring the attention of people, it is spring but the winter just started so there are still some days to go with the coat with no problems.
A hallway filled with giant posters headed to a even bigger room, filled with more people and more sellers. All kind of people dressed with fancy clothes of different colors.
Loose Cannon is now learning something about the human nature he ignored.

"Hey does that camera work 'lana? Can you get my picture next to the Drew Hayes memorial?"

Lex shakes his head and shushes Alloy, thinking Alana might be touchy about the fact that she doesn't take pictures.

As the group enjoys the show, they seem to forget all the problems they are facing right now. The departure of Puck, the decision they took together to not register and only serving as Alloy's anonymous partners and many other circumstances of life they now have to face being part of the so called legionnaires, a term that went from being respected to be outlawed.
Alloy had his appointment on Wednesday to sign his registry and he only wanted to have a good time before his life change probably forever.

Things went normally until something called the attention of Alloy. In one of the medium size booths, a girl showed to the public a slabbed comic: it was a CGC 9.8 copy of Justice Machine #1, Alloy's personal holy grail. Alloy did not understand what was happening and why the girl showed the comic in a way she wanted it be visible to all the visitors to the booth.
Until he understood. A man that could not represent more the stereotype of a comic nerd talked to the visitors of the booth.

Thank you for visiting Century Comics, we have a very nice offer for all our faithful customers: every time you spend $5 with us you will receive one numbered ticket, at the end of the day we will hold a sweepstakes and one of the tickets will win this amazing pristine copy of Justice Machine #1. The most you buy the more chances you have to win this unique copy. It is the only copy of this comic in this condition according to the CGC census so buy, buy for the win.
Dig our fabulous dollar bins and find treasures. We have golden, silver, bronge, modern. Just buy and win this prize.

"Holy shi...I've only ever seen reprints..."

He started toward the booth and then stopped short.

"One of you guys get Lex. I'm going to be digging in this booth for a while and I don't want him to be trapped."

..and then, with all the glee of a true comicbook geek, he dove right in.

Shaking her head a bit as she saw Hal start acting like a kid in a candy store she gently took Lex's hand and placed it on her shoulder. "I got you buddy. We'll just leave Hal here and keep looking around. Call if you need anything Hal." Having said that Scarlet will lead Lex and the others further into the convention.

Loose Cannon barely can understand what is happening but the only thing it is certain is that comic inside a plastic transparent container is desirable, at least for Alloy and that a fortunate customer will take it to home. He puts his hand inside his pocket looking for some money and he can gather less than $3.

He goes to the Dollar bin and starts digging, he does not know anything about value of a comic, he takes two books that catches his eye. One is a battered copy of a Tarzan comic from the 60's and the second one was Action Comics Annual #5 only because it showed a character called as himself: Loose Cannon.

When he finished his purchase talked to the seller:

Could you please add this sale to my friend's total purchase?
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Hatfield actually stares, for a moment, at Hal before he says, "you got folk like that here, too. Well, at least the quality's a little better."
Pointing to a comic with a purple Tyrannosaurus Rex on the cover, Hatfield continues, "most places they get the color o' them devil lizards dead wrong. It's nice to see someone got it right. I wonder if he's actually seen any?"

Lex felt miserably out of place. Getting passed off like a kindergardener didn't help, but the real problem was that he could never get any of the joy these people got from a comic book. He sighed, "Purple huh? I always get that one confused. Is is grapes or bananas?"

As the minutes run and Hal digs in the long boxes filled with comics, you see people running as if they would be fleeing from somewhere. Others stand watching to the booth that seems to be the source of the commotion, although the most not even know what is happening.

Crusader focuses his attention on the booth.

Roll for Interpret Shapes.

"Hey thanks LC! If I win it we'll get our picture made with it..."

His head snapped up, easily showing above most of the more reasonable sized comic fans, and then switched back and forth between comics and the obvious emergency several times.

"Ah damn..."

Hal let the double handful of comics he was holding fall back into the long box and turned to look for the rest of the team.

Loose Cannon was just opening his battered Tarzan comic to start reading when the commotion started.

"Friends, it seems something is wrong".

Scarlet scowled as people started running and screaming, all signs of some kind of emergency. And that meant work for the team, instead of being able to enjoy the convention they'd paid good money to get into. Ah well, turning her head to look at Crusader, she wished she'd had her costume on now. "Your call bossman, do we go find out what's going on or let some other heroes handle it?"

While not particularly active the camera that Alana has become does occasionally take a picture of whatever she happens to be pointed at.  In the case of the booth where so much attention is focused she takes several pictures, storing for all time the transient experience they are all partaking of.

Hatfield hears the concerns of his friends, and glances at the booth in question. Taking a few steps towards the booth to ensure it's within his range, he mouths a particularly lurid invocation in a language never taught by human parents to their children. There was a slight flair at his eyes, and the transdimensional magic neo thaumaturge spun in a quick circle to look around.
[Private to GM: Casting Sense Evil (uses two ppe)

Sense Evil:

Range: 90 foot (27.4 m) radius.
Duration : Two minutes (8 melee rounds) per level of experience.
Saving Throw: None, however a psychic mind block or a protection
from magic circle will prevent the spell from working on
those under their protection (note that the psychic's ability to
sense evil is not blocked by the magic circle).
P.P.E.: Two
The sense evil invocation will enable its spell caster to feel or
sense the presence of supernatural evil. It will indicate approximately
how many supernatural evil presences are within the 90
foot (27.4 m) radius: one, a few (2-6), several (7- 1 4) , or many ( 1 5
o r more) . I t can also register the intensity of the evil and pinpoint
the general location of the source(s) to a particular room(s) , possessed
object or person, or an approximate distance (very close,
near, far, etc.).
Evil emanations from human and most mortal beings are
much less distinct and cannot be sensed unless the source/person
has an immediate and intense evil intention.

]

17:42, Today: Crusader rolled 87 using 1d100.  /50% interpret shapes

Crusader didn't like this at all, but their choices are limited."It's on us. Civilians are the priority, protect and evacuate. I need to know what is happening so keep me in the loop. Go."

Lex will duck and try to find a place where he can grab a mask of some kind to hide his identity.

"I'll make sure the exit doors are clear."

When Hal stood up he had shifted into his powered up form between his normal self and the armored behemoth he had become to put down Proton.

He looked more or less the same, just...better (and somewhat bigger). It could be explained away as another comic fan with bad posture suddenly deciding to stand up straight. Most significantly the powered form had both legs and could move at speed through a crowd without risk of falling.

He made his way along with the crowd headed toward the exit. He carefully used his cop skills and irresistible strength to get further toward the front of the crowd so that he could make certain the doors were open and no one was getting crushed against them trying to get out of here.

If the doors were not open when he got there they soon would be.
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Once Crusader finds a place out of the way, where they aren't being looked at by anyone who might be to interested, Alana first shifts out of the camera form first into her robot form crouched in the hidden space, then she turns into an indoor Segway of the sort that is at least theoretically appropriate for someone to use at a convention like this.

In reply to Hatfield McCoy (msg # 25):

[Private to Hatfield McCoy: You detect a few people with evil intentions. ]

In reply to Crusader (msg # 26):

Things are confuse, people moving around and noise distract Crusader's radar sense.

Loose Cannon also looks for a place to remove his clothes so he could move more freely. Ready for action.

Hatfield decides to take a closer look so he can tell the others what's going on. He invokes more magic with words and gestures, and then vanishes. That accomplished, he jogs through the crowd to get a look at the center of the disturbance. He attempts to activate his radio and tell the others what he's doing, but fails to depress the push to talk button and his words are lost in the increasingly panicky sounds of the crowd.

---

Hatfield casts

Those who get to the booth see what is really happening:

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Spoiler text: (Highlight or hover over the text to view)
A group of brigands are intimidating the sellers from a high profile vendor booth. You can see one of the members of the staff is hit by one of the brigands as two of them are taking into a suitcase several high end CGCed comic books from the golden and silver age, pretty casheable stuff.

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Unseen, Hatfield shakes his head in disbelief. "Of all the ignerent crap, the dipsticks are pulling a crime surrounded by representations of vigilantes."
Walking boldly up to the two stuffing the comics into the bags, Hatfield waits till one of them isn't looking in the other man's direction, and then slaps him.
He is attempting to get the thugs to start fighting, so as soon as the unslapped person looks away from the previous target, Hatfield will slap them, too.

The slapped one starts looking around in total surprise, but few seconds later it seems he has deduced what is happening, then addresses to one of the brigands who is the most elegant of them all.

Knuckleduster thermal scanning, possible invisible superhuman.

Knuckleduster starts moving towards the place his partner is, his movements are rigids and one of his eyes is an actual eye size light bulb.

Thermal scanning concluded, positive for invisible superhuman, location: 3 o'clock from you.

Lex grabbed a mask and some gloves from a display and slid under a covered table where he could change. He put Alana(mera) down so she could change too. LC found his way under as well.

"Listen, I'm having trouble, the crowds and motion are making it difficult for me to get a handle on this. I need to know what is happening so I can come up with a strategy."

Loose Cannon goes after Crusader looking also for a place to change, having the advantage (just have to remove everything he has on) goes immediately out the table to try to see what is going on and return to Crusader with the information.

Not hundred per cent sure, but it seems a robbery.

Crusader nodded, "Okay, we have to get the Hatfield out of the line of fire. See what you can do about that, I will try to provide the bandits with another target." Once changed he will spread out as much as this place will allow and use his body to distract the bandits.
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Most attendants have moved to a relative safe distance although many of them remaining seeing and some daring are recording the robbery. The booth is occupied only by the invisible McCoy, the six brigands and a couple store staff who look with impotence how the robbers take their merchandise.

In reply to Patricus (msg # 39):

Thank you for explaining that. I will edit my previous post.

While Scarlet may not have her full costume, she does have her mask in one of the pockets of her oversized coat. Pulling it out, she slips it on and shrugs out of her coat, exposing her four arms. Rushing toward the booth with the punks currently robbing it, she snarls at them a bit. "Hey! What do you think you're doing? Give those back, now!" Each of her right fists is punching into her left hands as she waits for the punks reactions to her command.

In reply to Scarlet Wolf (msg # 41):

One of the brigands, the one who seems to be the leader adressess to Scarlett Wolf.

I think you are not aware the trouble you are getting into sister. Your extra arms mean nothing for me, we have put out of work A-list super humans.

The brigand leader looks how the rest of the team starts approaching to the booth, their characteristics tell him this is not a normal group of attendants.

I am pretty sure you are not cosplayers otherwise you would be now in the same spot all those curious are now. You want to play the superhero game? Well, we will provide the villains for the show. Nobody messes with The Body Shots.

Hal dropped the doors on the floor to make certain the exit way was clear if it was needed.

Some folks hadn't left and he wasn't going to waste time trying to make them. Grown ass people could do what they chose.

He turned, stripping off his "Justice Machine: The Movie" t-shirt and handing it to a slightly chubby girl dressed in a "Blazer" cosplay.

"Please take care of that. They're real damn hard to find in my size."

That said he headed in the direction of the rest of the team.

In reply to Alloy (msg # 43):

S-sure. I-I will take care of it.

Waiting just long enough for Crusader to step aboard the Segway version of Alana zips out from behind the tables and makes a few quick turns that are more than a little bit faster than a normal version of the tiny vehicle can manage.  Zooming into the booth with the villains she slams herself, and whoever may be riding, into the one doing the talking and or taunting.
[Private to GM:
Alana rolled 27,42 using 1d20+13,1d6+38.  Segway Slam punch]

Crusader called it out. "These guys are all physical. The only one that requires special tactics is Stranglehold, who is elastic. Use fire on him. The rest are just punchers, kickers, and melee weapons. Lets put them down fast. If you get dead, walk it off."

Scarlet snarled at the one talking to her, about to go confront him personally when Crusader came riding in on a segway?! That must be Alana, the segway. She was pretty impressive in what she could transform into. Hearing what Crusader said, Scarlet cracked her knuckles, both sets and got ready for battle. "This is going to be fun. Let's get em, team!"

Edited to add: 18:40, Today: Scarlet Wolf rolled 10 using 1d20.  Initiative.
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After Alloy encases Haymaker putting the hostage in safeness, the combat ends abruptly when a group of almost 30 Sector 10 operatives get into the convention hall, they act fast and request the super humans holding the brigands to deliver to them, something Crusader and Alloy do.

The arrest is made very swift and effectively. The attendants to the convention returns little by little clapping and cheering the super heroes.
The leader of the operation approaches to the boys of Justice Front asking for a registration number, it seems that is the protocol for law enforcement when dealing with super humans.

Alloy talks prudently to the officer who after a friendly conversation, explains that their intelligence sources had informed the fugitive group The Body Shots were looking to flee the country and their patron was a mobster boss in Century Station who collects high end antiquities specially pop culture ones so they made an arrangement: the comics for their scape as he has the right contacts to make it possible. The agent explains that extreme measures have been taken for the villain super team to be delivered to Gramercy Island as soon as possible.

The Sector 10 officer, recommends The Justice Front to register.

I could arrest you right now but that would be unethical to say the least. You made a great job, really neat and sound, no one resulted hurt and that is a merit coming from legionnaires.

Minutes later the organizers of the event tell the public the convention have to be suspended due to now the place was a crime scene, this is not well received by the attendants but the law is the law and people have to move out. Organizers promise "some" refund to the people willing to do the process.

The team members are just to leave when the seller from the booth in which Alloy was buying the comic-books approaches to him with the almost raffled Justice Machine #1 CGCed comic.

"I know you wish this comic-book bably, the event has finished and my plans to make a sweeptake have been foiled, I want to say thank you in the name of all the vendors in this convention not only for avoiding the robbery but for saving that girl's life. Please accept the comic as a gift".

Crusader would rather have been anywhere but here. He wanted to just relax but these thugs had made things impossible. He left a few dollars for the mask and gloves. He made his way out of the convention, smiling at Alloy's good fortune. "Well Justice Force, job well done. Lets try not to get into any more trouble today."

"Thank you sir. This is amazing! I'll try to get by your shop some time to see what else you have."

He accepts the atta boy from Crusader with a smirk and a laugh.

"Looked to me like you had most of it handled by yourself."

Loose Cannon was already in his "civilian" clothes and seeing the joy of Hal approaches with curiosity to see what was he seeing with such an attention. LC stood in front of Hal looking at the back cover of the comic, the art attracted his sight since reminded him of those fantasy tales he read when lived in the Genesys facilities.

Hal! Did you win the comic!? Oh Dungeons and Dragons? What is that? Some fantasy novel?

"They gave it to me because of what we did. It's not fantasy really but it is more science fiction than most comicbooks. A group of heroes from an alien world end up moving to Earth because they are on the wrong side of justice."

LC scratched his head over his hat.

Sounds complicated.

The lone beggar shrugged and started walking home.

Sunday is not a good day for begging, I better go home.

Hatfield had taken advantage of the remainder of his invisibility to get away from the crime scene, making it easier for Alloy to represent everyone. After fading in, he joined the others at the exit. "So, that was a convention? I kinda expected men wearin' fezzes on little motorcycles, but I guess they don't do that here."

"Oh we've got Shriners. Just not at Comic Conventions."

When the fighting comes to an end the errant Segway at long last comes under some semblance of control, stopping first its spin, then rolling only slightly before it comes to a rest next to Crusader, easy to reach and or step aboard but not in the way.

Scarlet was happy to see the end of the fight and the hostage safely released once again. With no civilians getting hurt and no property damage Justice Front were able to stop the Body Shots and save the merchandise they were trying to take. Job done and released by Sector 10, Scarlet followed the others towards the exit of the convention center. "So, anyone got plans for the rest of the night? Now that we've saved the day again and all."

Crusader shook his head no and gave Scarlet a quirky smile, "Really I'm game for whatever. Just don't ask me to make any decisions beyond beer or whiskey."

"Gotta try to find my shirt..."

In reply to Scarlet Wolf (msg # 57):

"Truth to tell, I was going to head out of the city for a bit, just sorta howl at the moon, wander around in the woods. I know this is a fine city and all, but sometimes I just gotta feel the ground beneath my paws and smell the trees."

THREE DAYS LATER...

A chiaroscuro shot shows a fat man with glasses and a Batman logo on his T-shirt, talking to someone.

I never expected those punks would appear and ruin my plan. Everything was ready, he would be the winner, all the balls in the bingo machine had the number he would receive. Fortunately I could come with the story of grattitude and so I could handle him the comic. He left the place with the comic, it was the B plan but at the end the result was the same.
I did everything you asked, now please give me my doggy.

Take it.

The dog reunites with his master and both leave.

We see now a chiaroscuro face. His factions denote big anger and hate.

I promise I would take you out Proton and I did it. Now it is time to the payback, we will start for the leader of Justice Front and once you cut the head, the body will fall.
We have been too long on the shadows, but things have changed, it is our time, it is the time of...

Now we have a shot showing a villain super team:

https://1drv.ms/i/s!As3yY-2vjI...vO_zaGdux_Q?e=1kc58u

....SINISTRY.

It is 22h56, Hal is sleeping over his bed, the night is unusually calm and peaceful in Fairfax and the whole Diego Verde.
In that very moment the dark living room in Hal's apartment is shed with a red light that emanates from the precious holy grail Hal received in the comic convention. The red light makes the inner of the CGC case starts creating a smal magnetic field with eventual diminute rays and flashes that begin to grow and disseminate all over the house.

Hal is not aware of what is happening around him. Until the noise of the movement sensors placed all over the house awakes Alloy. Time to call his powers but he feels something is not right. Seconds later it is too late, modulus breaks the wall of Hal's bedroom and grabs him from his ankles dragging him through the stairs to the living room where the other members of Sinistry are waiting.

Here you have the powerful Alloy, unable to do anything, almost handicapped. Tell me Alloy, are you valiant now?

Proton approaches to Hal and connects two punches that made him almost falling into unconsciouness.

You owed me that &%$@#€!!!

Modulus grabs Hal for his neck and makes him to look at his eyes.

Listen, unless you want to die badly, you are going to call your team. One...by...one, you will tell them to come alone here and the story you come up with must explain the hole on the wall.

Map 8 is Hal's department, it is not exactly what I wanted but it is useful for the purpose of having a visual aid.

Note: Hal only has one ankle (at least when he's sleeping. No one is going to wear a prosthetic all night at home) and is, to most people's eyes, actually handicapped.



Hal glanced at Proton and nodded, "That's fair. How about a straight fight next time?"

Then he turned his face, as much as he could, back to Modulus.

"There is a minor flaw in your plan Robo-Jefe. I don't know where any of them are and we haven't even set up team communications yet. I can't contact them."

"Hell, one of them is f'n homeless! Even he doesn't know where he's sleeping tonight."

"Oh and there is one other problem. I wouldn't call them for you if they were in the next room ya miserable pri**!"


Using the leverage of Modulus holding him by the neck Hal raised his left leg and hammered a kick into the villains abdomen.

I mean he can't win here but he can't go down without trying either.
12:23, Today: Alloy rolled 9 using 1d20+5.  To Hit w/ Karate Kick.
12:23, Today: Alloy rolled 17 using 2d6+9.  Dmg w/ Karate Kick.
12:29, Today: Alloy rolled 36 using 1d100.  Potential Knockdown 20%.

That will hit for 17 damage unless he has a Natural AR higher than 8.

Alloys kick provoked Modulus falling over his butt on the floor. Enough for the rest of the super villain team to kick and punch Hal until he bleeds.

Phaze, his cell phone.

Phaze disappears and some noise is heard from Hal's bedroom, probably Phaze throwing things looking for the cell phone. Seconds later Phaze appears again with the cell phone in his hands.

Modulus takes the phone and starts searching until finally finds the Whatsapp group "Reading Club".

Reading Club? Ha, ha, ha. What a creative. A reading club with six Members. You are a lousy liar Alloy.

Modulus throws the cell phone to Alloy.

Pick one and call it. Decide who will die first. If you help me to kill them all, maybe I could spare your life. I even could spare the lives of all the contacts in this cell phone. Maybe, no promises, it depends on your cooperation.

Hal sat up with some difficulty. Blood ran down his face and his left eye was swollen enough that it was getting hard to see out of it.

"Oh shit, you really are a mastermind! That's exactly what you need to find all of them..."

His left arm wouldn't move like he wanted it to so Hal took the phone in the palm of his big right hand and smashed it into the corner of his coffee table over and over again (as many times as he could before the villains inevitably stopped him).

Note: Hal has a +10 to damage even in his normal form.

Given time he would collect the chip from the phone and eat it (yes literally) all while laughing like a madman.

Modulus takes out a small device, very similar to a cell phone, and after pushing some buttons a robotic voice is heard: "cloning complete".

You are tough Alloy, anyone can be tough, but finding a loyal man nowadays is not that easy. Only for that I will kill you last so you can live some more minutes.
I am not wasting my time with you anymore. Let's face the inevitable.

As the cloning of Alloy's cell phone runs, a red light emanates from the comic book placed in a special spot in the living room. This calls Alloy attention, but not only the red light but the weird energy manifestations around it.

Modulus starts recording a video in the cloned Whatsapp group, the video shows a battered Alloy and then demands:

I know you Justice Front are watching this. You have one hour to be here, if we see the slightest signal you called the Police or Sector 10 I swear I will blow out the whole block starting for this house.

While not particularly close to anywhere when the call goes out Alana is fast, in some forms very very fast, and after checking in with the rest of the team picks the members most likely to lag behind without her help and speeds her way over to them.

In the form of that same tesla roadster she parks outside whatever building they are in to pick up person with the longest travel time, then repeat the process with the second longest, maintaining speeds over 100mph the whole way often considerably more.

Through the weeks Loose Cannon has memorized the routes Alana uses when riding, so it is not difficult to him meet her and boarding.

Gee Alana, this is serious.

Hatfield had had a good day. First he loped about ten miles out of town to a clearing he had discovered on a previous expedition. After he set up camp, he used the handy ley line (the whole reason he chose the location for camping) and struck up a conversation with one of the faerie folk. It often struck Hatfield as odd that so much of humanity's folklore had a basis in an alternate reality. Fleerdas was one of his favorite calls. The brownie had dedicated his life to the natural wonders of his world. He told stories about the dance between fox and rabbit or the tug of war between the will to live and the desire to swim upstream and spawn. Although he hadn't really wanted to, Hatfield had brought his phone and Modulus came through loud and clear.
After apologizing to Fleerdas, Hatfield started meditating and pulling in the energy from the ley line. This time, he loads his rifle^* and brings it along. It takes some time to meditate and open the gateway to the city, but it's still faster than walking. As walking was the only other choice, Hatfield opened the rift, and stepped through it into the street a few  blocks from Hal's neighborhood. Then he began texting the others, asking where he should meet them.

^*Savage 1111 Trophy Hunter XP

Crusader had just jumped from his apartment window and bounced between walls to get to ground floor when Alan pulled up. He happily hopped into her sleek form as he pulled on his gloves. "We are walking into a trap. We know that but don't let it get you cocky. We don't know what is waiting so be cautious. Defend yourselves with lethal force if necessary."

The voice from modulus computer sounds again.

Location attempt completed:
Code name Alana: mobile net, impossible to locate.
Code name Crusader: mobile net, impossible to locate.
Code name Hatfield McCoy: mobile net, impossible to locate.
Code name Loose Cannon: mobile net, impossible to locate.
Code name Scarlet Wolf: Wi-Fi net...getting IP address...locating successful.

Last activity?

More than two hours ago, have not see your message sent to the Whatsapp group.

Obelisk, Lady Hive, go to the location point, that must be the home of Scarlet Wolf, probably she is sleeping now. Move!

Sir won't you need us here for receiving the rest of the team?

The rest of us will handle the situation, this is an easy kill, go and take it.

As Obelisk and Lady Hive leave Hal's house, the rest of the Justice Front is already outside the house trying to figure out a strategy to get in and rescue Alloy.

Although considerably farther away than the few blocks Hatfield needs to walk to get to Alloy's house Alana doesn't hold back on the speed, and very quickly closes the distance to whatever observation point he has found where she comes to a screeching halt, skidding sideways to meet the required deceleration rate and come to a stop just out of view of the house where everyone can get out without being detected.

Once they disembark she changes form back to her robot self, at least until an intrusion plan is formed and she knows how big and loud to make entry.

”Do we want to try to sneak in through the chimney or blow a hole in the wall?
 And if so, do any of you have a good way of picking the correct wall?”

So this is the place huh?  Well if it is like most doors which have the gap in the weather stripping, we can just go in that way?  I can probably just unlock it form the inside.

Oh HI, nice to meet you again.

Crusader can you pinpoint the members of Sinistry so we know exactly where they are? Perhaps we could surprise them.
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Crusader tried to pinpoint where the bad guys were.

19:12, Today: Crusader rolled 51 using 1d100.  /50% Est. Exact location

...but fails miserably.

Crusader shook his head No. "No I fail you all again."

Man...what if we just...knock down the door and you do that thing you did with those punks in the comic con. It could work, who knows.

A mildly vandalized military Jeep pulled up, miraculously with all of its parts otherwise mostly intact. It had some distinctly aggressive iconography which was the focus of the vandalism. Night Skull didn't leave the vehicle yet, but simply looked at the house while speaking in what sounded like a weird attempt at a Texan's accent. He spoke to whoever was listening. "I'm assuming this is a hostage situation, and blowing up the house instead of giving in is seen as 'bad', right?"

"I'm going to keep him talking, unless one of you is better at wasting time." He mentally ran down anti-terrorism scenarios, and flipped on the megaphone in his armor. "Make a perimeter, no one unauthorized goes in or out."

He had some cursory knowledge about this group, but not as much as he would like. It was kind of a rush job coming here on such short notice, and the authorizations of force were still being evaluated. He got out of his Jeep and waved to the house.

"Hello? This is Night Skull. Just making sure I'm speaking to the right person. Sounds like you feel wronged. What's your name, buddy?"

19:24, Today: Night Skull rolled 8 using 1d100.  Computer Operations TN 55.
19:23, Today: Night Skull rolled 44 using 1d100.  Intelligence. TN 42.
This is all I could get on them on the way up. I probably know who they are. That doesn't actually matter - the goal is to burn time and prolong the situation, increasing Alloy's odds of survival.

Edit: Night Skull is assumed always been part of the team.
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In reply to Night Skull (msg # 80):

Knowing Night Skull has always some over the top weapons with him, Loose Cannon starts considering a frontal attack. As time passes he gets more and more desperate, he has made some kind of nice frienship with Alloy and wants to rescue him as soon as possible. Every second counts, the Sinistry is divided now and he thinks this is the time to strike.

Skull, what is the most powerful pew pew you are carrying right now?

"Actually, I would suspect if they know we're here they'll come out to kick our tails. Bein' as this is a hostage situation, and the last real action we had was a hostage situation, I suspect we're to be on the receivin' end of some payback."
"That bein' said, I'm going to put on some armor and vanish from sight but I'll still be here. Let's try not to shoot each other while the new guy pokes the hornet's nest."
Hatfield feels conflict is imminent, so he starts to prepare with some defensive magic.

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spells cast:

Invisibility: Simple:

Neither normal nor nightvision can detect invisibility; only beings who can naturally, psionically or magically "see the invisible" can see the character. Infrared, heat detectors, and scent tracking (animal) can also pinpoint the invisible person.
Lasts three minutes.

Armor of Ithan:

This powerful spell instantly creates an invisible, weightless, noiseless, full suit of mystic armor on the spell caster. This mystic armor has an A.R. of 18 and 100 S.D.C. plus 10 S.D.C. per level of experience. Furthermore magic fire, lightning, and cold do half damage.
Lasts one minute.

OK, front door it is then?

Wipeout assumes her water form, and tries to make it through the door so she can unlock it from the inside.


OOC: unless the door is sealed water tight I should be able to get inside, as there are very few doors that are actually water tight even with weather stripping.

Once you enter the house you now may be discovered as you move. Roll for Prowl if successful you can move around the living room borders without being noticed.

Either inspired by Loose Cannon's question about powerful guns, or just the excuse to use one of her least common forms, Alana turns into an OTO Melara Mod 56.  In the form of a 105mm pack howitzer she is unable to move herself, but can adjust its aim by virtue of Alana's own robotic nature and seems to be designed for other vehicles to pull around.

The whole thing is half hidden behind a hill and parked cars but has a good line of fire down the road to any part of the property in which Alloy is being held. Waiting patiently for the signal to open fire.

34 of 89% prowl

Wipeout moves up to the ceiling inside the door checking it to see if there is any reason why she can't/shouldn't open it from the inside.  sticks of dynamite, block of C4, obvious new wires?   If there doesn't appear to be a reason to not unlock it, she will unlock the door and open it a crack.

Then move along the ceilings and begin exploring the house.

[Private to Lyndsey Rocker: Please next time paste your roll. Ok you are inside, you see a group of six villains four of them standing, surrounding Alloy who is sitting down on the floor and other two sitting on a couch.]

Loose Cannon watches the video again trying to find some clue to stablish where it was taken...

08:07, Today: Loose Cannon rolled 16 using 1d20.  Trying to figure out Alloy's position out of the video. (IQ 12)

...but he cannot.

pm questions

[Private to GM:

ok i can copy the line.

obvious traps on the door?
can the door be unlocked/opened?
obvious weapons/armor on the bad guys?

]

[Private to Lyndsey Rocker:
obvious traps on the door?
No.
can the door be unlocked/opened?
The door is not locked. Anyone can enter.
obvious weapons/armor on the bad guys?
They rely mostly in their powers
]

Crusader had enough of waiting. "Hell with it. I'm kicking in the door. Alana is with covering me. The rest of you go around back and try to get the jump on them, Okay?" Crusader turned to his Rubber form, "Leroy Jenkins." He said this quietly to himself, sort of a way to psych himself up for a fight.
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Loose Cannon is terrified but still is able to stand and follow Crusader.

Let's go Justicers, for Alloy!

Private message.

[Private to Lyndsey Rocker: Correction, Alloy is prone.]
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Lyndsey opens the door from the inside, and slinks across the ceiling trying to literally get the 'drop' on one of the guys around alloy.

12:10, Today: Lyndsey Rocker rolled 48 using 1d100.  prowl.  99% because on ceiling.

Hatfield joins his compatriots as they enter the house to assist Alloy. However, once inside he moves to the left of the door along the wall, trying to move as quietly as possible, trusting in his invisibility to buy him some time before he has to engage the villains. It seems apparent that Hatfield forgot about Hal's new lamp, as he knocks it over.

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Failed prowl roll by over fifty
invisible
mystic armor AR 18, 100 SDC

Hal saw the lamp move.

He didn't know if anyone else had seen it yet or not but he wanted to cover for whoever had done it.

He turned his sore, beaten body slightly and kicked out flipping his coffee table over. The Korean tea service on the table smashed all over the floor in an explosion of expensive ceramics.

Posted up more than a block away, in the form of a giant gun, Alana keeps her focus on the windows of the house, or other holes as they may happen, looking to pick her shots on enemy targets that may not even be expecting incoming fire, until such an opportunity arises she waits almost entirely hidden behind the local terrain.

Hal's action works and although the invisible hero stumbles and gives some signs someone is inside, the noise made by Alloy is enough to divert the eyes of Modulus.
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[Private to Hatfield McCoy: POk you are inside, you see a group of six villains four of them standing, surrounding Alloy who is prone on the floor and other two sitting on a couch.]

[Private to GM: Not sure if it's possible, but if the four surrounding Alloy and the two on the couch would fit inside a 200 square foot (about 19 square meters, say four meters by 475 centimeters) area  Hatfield will cast a specific spell. If they don't fit in such an area, he'll use the time to figure out what keeps Alloy from changing forms. I'll place a post with both scenarios, you can delete the one that's impossible.]
Hatfield moves back, as close to the wall as possible, and with a few gestures and some mumbled patois that was never a romance language, casts a spell to freeze the villains in place!
Casting Carpet of Adhesion, even if the target saves, they require 2d6 rounds to escape. If they fail to save, they're stuck the full two and a half minutes.
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Night Skull had been mulling over "most powerful pew pew" with a smile under his helmet when the others decided a frontal entry was in order. He shrugged, switched to thermals, and took a moment to move through the door while reading the positions of all targets. The rest of the team was in here, which was going to make target identification difficult.

He had the claws ready. At these ranges, pistols, shotguns, and melee were the order to the day, and his "shotgun" was inappropriate - too many witnesses. The pistols just had too much punch for this suburban battlefield, and also had the witness problem. So the blades it was.

The movement of mystic force starts in the living room as the villains do not delay in noticing something is not right. Unexpectedly a beam of arcane power sheds over the four villains around Alloy...and Alloy included.

23:24, Today: Patricus rolled 9 using 1d20.  Scream Queen ST to avoid Carpet of Adhesion, target 12. FAILED WILL REMAIN LIKE THIS 10 ROUNDS.

Noooo!! You can trap my body but not my voice!!!

23:22, Today: Patricus rolled 8 using 1d20.  Green Man ST to avoid Carpet of Adhesion, target 12. FAILED WILL REMAIN LIKE THIS 10 ROUNDS.

What is this!!!???

23:16, Today: Patricus rolled 16 using 1d20.  Proton ST to avoid Carpet of Adhesion, target 12. WILL REMAIN LIKE THIS SIX ROUNDS.

Not again!!!

23:14, Today: Patricus rolled 10 using 1d20+1.  Modulus ST to avoid Carpet of Adhesion, target 12. FAILED WILL REMAIN LIKE THIS 10 ROUNDS.

Computer what is happening?
Incoming arcane attack sir.

23:38, Today: Patricus rolled 20 using 1d20.  Alloy ST to avoid Carpet of Adhesion, target 12. SAVED (I forgot to add +6 bonus but still he made it). WILL REMAIN LIKE THIS SIX ROUNDS.

At last, the cavalry is here.

00:01, Today: Patricus rolled 6 using 3d2.  Rounds stuck in Carpet of Adhesion (those who succeed).

Ok now roll initiative and I need to make a retcon, I miscounted the number of members of Sinitry so only Obelisk went to kill Scarlet Wolf and Lady Hive is still in the department alongside Phaze, they both were out of the range of the Spell.
After you roll initiative the combat starts with four members of Sinistry entangled and two free.

Crusader attempted to entangle the remaining Sinitry members.

08:56, Today: Crusader rolled 30 using 1d20+17.  Entangle the two free bad guys.

08:55, Today: Crusader rolled 25 using 1d20+11.  Initiative.

09:18, Today: Lyndsey Rocker rolled 19 using 1d20.  Init.
I dont have any bonus to init.

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Once a combat thread is open you have to post there. Please copy and paste this post there.

Green Man takes Lady Hive on his arms and a sound of a hovering flying object in the form of an oval increases more and more while its lights are more and more visible. His speed is not something you have ever seen in a earthly airborne vehicle.

Extraction ready.

What about Obelisk.

Already extracted.

Proceed.

Aren't we going to pursue them?

No Proton, I have a better plan. Moreover, with all this uproar it is a matter of minutes cavaliers* or anyone from CHIMERA are coming.

A blue beam descends from the vehicle and the villains are taken into it.

*Cavaliers is the name with which are known all registered superheroes.
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Hatfield stops in a solitaire street. The jeep arrives some minutes later to the place and the team reunites again. Hatfield with a smile on his face, hands the comic to his friend. That is the moment in which a beeping starts to be heard and a pattern of red lights starts glittering in a way they disappear progressively.

THE PAST

The insects leave Night Skull's visors, and he gets in his vehicle, waiting only until he knows who else is loading up. "Mind the supply box in the back."

He finished flipping the switch, and his engine roared to life. "Let's hope they aren't in a chasing mood after what we did to Hive. I can't outrun a hover with wheels."

Once all who were gonna be in it were in it, he was driving out of the smoke, across the now pothole riddled road thanks to Proton, and on his way to the next rendezvous point.

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"And of course it is a bomb. Or some kind of alien clock counting down." Night Skull popped the claws from his bionic hand. "Do we have a reinforced hole we can put this down for further study, or do I need to disarm it?"

He was studying it while talking, and his ion blaster popped out from the top of his right arm. "Because I advise the latter... debating between severing the points of electrical contact or just shooting it."

OOC:
20:24, Today: Night Skull rolled 81 using 1d100.  Electrical Engineer, base TN 40. Attempting to understand blinking lights.
20:25, Today: Night Skull rolled 31 using 1d100.  Demolitions Disposal, base TN 84. Presumption it is a bomb and disabling.

So, this is an interesting duo of results. If it is anything other than an explosive, he does not understand its function. If it is an explosive, he likely knows exactly the safest way to disable it, even if that means "Hey, put it over there so I can shoot it with the energy counterpart to a shotgun blast." Which could lead to hilarity if it is not an explosive.

I think he'd pass the disposal check on anything except a -60% penalty or greater.

I am granting a few moments for everyone else to offer an alternative theory to "I've seen the ending of Predator and know what those lights mean." Because there are other possibles.

Persistent if nothing else Alana continues to fire on the hovering thing as long as it remains within her limited field of fire, likely not more than 3 or 4 more shots, but enough to send them on their way in style.

Once that is done, and the dust starts to settle she transforms back into her humanoid form, then from there into the same tesla roadster racing car which she uses to regroup with the rest of the team and or pick up any stragglers on their way to the fallback point.

Hatfield says, "I'm gonna open a hole to the mid-Atlantic. It'll take me between half a minute and a minute. If you ain't disarmed it or blown it up when I get the hole open, we can toss it through and close the hole."
Then the master of time and relative dimensions in space begins to concentrate and form a grapefruit-sized hole in reality.

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Communication Rift in a single dimension will take 3 melee rounds of concentration and 50 PPE (already spent). Would be big enough to shove a comic book through, but not much more.

Gonna make a secret roll which I will show you later to determine the exact time in which the bomb will detonate. I will give you hints whether McCoy plan is the better or not. 3d2-2 melee rounds to detonate. This is life, you save the day or there are consequences to face. A result of at least 3 means Hatfield plan works otherwise you will know.

In reply to Patricus (msg # 112):

Don't see the roll Alloy.

Patterns now:

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Patterns after one round of casting:

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"You have just over thirty seconds as of now." Night Skull sat down and got to work, speaking while his hand hovered over the mechanism, picking at precise points with the claws to cut the connection routes. "It's hard for me to tell how powerful this will be. If it is modern, like plastique, we are in luck. I can just throw it away. But with nanotech? Hard to say."

"So." He studied it, hoped was correct, and kept picking. "Get clear, or focus on containing the blast. I'm the only one who has nothing to worry about. If I am wrong, I will leap one hundred feet into the air and disperse myself over a wide area. I'll otherwise be fine."

OOC: 01:58, Today: Night Skull rolled 16 using 1d100.  Demolitions Disposal, base TN 84. Here's hoping.

Well, maybe I just disarmed an alien bomb. That was luck.

Crusader stood by very close. If everyone else failed he will wrap his rubber body around the device and absorbe the blast.

Whatever is Night Skull doing to the device is of no use. Tampering with this technology fortunately do not detonate explosion.

Patterns started:

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Patterns after one round of casting:

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Patterns after two rounds of casting:

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Loose Cannon closes his eyes and starts praying.
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"Anybody able to launch this thing several hundred feet into the sky?" Night Skull pulled his combi-rifle and readied the 40mm underbarrel. "I'm going to attempt a controlled detonation. Now someone with a deadballer's arm, pull!"

He hoped he was not going to miss with this, because he wasn't getting a second shot.

07:27, Today: Night Skull rolled 9 using 1d20+4.  Aimed shot with grenade launcher, assuming someone throws it into the air.
07:28, Today: Night Skull rolled 7 using 2d4.  x10 potential damage via grenade to potential explosive.

Hopefully, this will be like shooting a nuclear warhead with another explosive. It disables the nuke... although now you have a breached nuclear weapon and radiation leaking out. But the point is that this should work, if it is what it looks like. Hopefully the high-tech bomb needs a specific sequence to work, and blowing it up prematurely works. If not, well... at least we made an effort to try to save lives.

Of course, if no one throws or launches it, then I just end up standing around, looking very dramatic here.

1) YOU ARE NOT THE LEADER OF THE GROUP SO YOU MUST WAIT FOR APPROVAL OF THE REST OR APPROVAL OF THE LEADER TO TAKE SUCH A DECESION THAT WILL ENDANGER PEOPLE AROUND. 2) DEFINITELY YOU COULD NOT INTERPRET THE PATTERNS MOVEMENT. THE ROLL I MADE RESULTED IN ENOUGH TIME FOR IMPLEMENTING McCOY'S PLAN (A NICE LAST SECOND SAVING) BUT IT SEEMS YOUR IMPATIENT WAS JUST TO PUT THE TEAM IN A BIG TROUBLE AND WAS JUST TO DESTROY THE NARRATIVE I HAD CREATED, I SAY "WAS" BECAUSE YOUR ACTION IS DISMISSED AND IT NEVER HAPPENED.

23:49, Yesterday: Secret Roll: Patricus rolled 3 using 3d2-2.  Time of detonation.

In reply to Night Skull (msg # 119):

If the roll would have been 1 round to detonate I for sure would have tell you that you have one round to dispose the explosive and in that case your desperate action would have been a much dramatic option, totally suitable with the circumstances.

By the way Night Skull, how old are you?

Crusader held up a hand, "Let's give Hatfield's plan a chance. I think my body can absorb the blast if he doesn't have enough time." He watched Hatfield and the counter, waiting until the last possible moment before attempting to smother the explosion.

[Private to Patricus: Boss I don't think NS was trying to be a jerk. I think he was just playing into the short time theme and wanted to help.]
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 13:12, Thu 28 Sept 2023.

If we had a pond or something i could get more water to absorb the blast, and potentially short circuit the mechanism if it is electricity.

If need be i can carry it to the ocean myself.


Lyndsey looks around to the others who have better ideas, like sending it to the bottom of the ocean.

The spell is finally cast and a portal is open to the mid of atlantic ocean. A few seconds remain in the alien countdown pattern.

Hatfield doesn't hesitate shouting "throw it through" as soon as he has the rift ready.

Crusader grabbed and threw the comic through the rift, elongating his arm through, dropping the comic, and pulling his limb back. "Good work, Hatfield. You saved us. Good work everyone. We saved Alloy and got away with our lives. That is a win."

With everyone safe, and nobody on the clock, but a lot of bodies to move around Alana turns into a much easier to sit in white passenger van so the group can return to their base easily and draw a minimum of additional attention.

Some micro seconds before the portal closed the device exploded and an inofensive thread of light could be seen from the closing point of the portal to the sky.

You listen some blocks away the noise of sirens and you see a couple cavaliers flying to the location where Hal's house is.

I second that, but the only casualty we had was Hal's comic-book. That is a shame, now there is one less copy in the world.
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From the floorboard of AlanaVan Hal mumbles weakly...

"Probably counterfeit anyway...."

...and then he could be heard snoring faintly. "zzzzzzzzz"

That is a pity about your prized book.  I hope it was not to expensive.

Year 1
Month 1
Day 18
Spring

Hal's house is totally remodeled and finally Loose Cannon has accepted his friend invitation to stay with him. Kindly, Alloy shows the new resident everything he needs to know about the house. In the house tour Alloy allows his friend to enter his bedroom, his most private place, his sanctuary.

Here it is LC. My bedroom. I confess you are the first person in ages to enter it.

Loose Cannon keeps in silence as he goes across the place looking every detail.

It is awesome. It smells so good.

LC's sight was caught for a picture of a woman hugging and joining her head next to Hal's. Loose Cannon looked truly bewildered. Then he looked another picture of the same woman but this time alone with a huge smile.

Do...you...know Grace?

Grace? Oh no, you have to be mistaken, she is Matilda, my deceased wife, I told you about her.

B-ut she is not dead, s-she is Grace. Sorry Hal's probably I am mistak...

Where did you meet this Grace?

In G-Genesys...you know...t-the time I lived in Genesys. She is my m-mon, at l-least that is what she said.

Alloy remained astounded by several minutes, in total silence, walking from time to time around the bedroom. Then took out his cell phone and wrote in the Reading Club chat.

Boys, prepare yourself, Justice Front is paying a visit to Maximillian Valentine.

BE HERE IN 30 DAYS FOR THE SHOCKING REVELATIONS.

PALLADIUM COMICS OCTOBER SOLICITATIONS

JUSTICE FRONT #2
Written by Kevin Simbieda.
Art by Patricus
$1.25 US | 32 pages
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Matilda Stewart, Alloy's deceased wife seems to be alive, at least that is what Loose Cannon says. But is this woman, Grace, the same woman Hal loves? Genesys's CEO Maximillian Valentine has a lot to explain and Alloy is looking for a lot of answers. The Justice Front is with Alloy in this but they have to solve the first problem of all, how to get to him. Moreover, the introduction of a new villain.