Solaron
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(6/18/04 3:10 pm)
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The Flames of Justice Never Die: A Solaron Story
The wind whisteled in Solaron's ears as he flew high and fast to his home in Steel Canyon. He shot past Blyde Square giving an almost casual wave to the saluting hero. He prudently avoided any contact with Valkryie, another story involving too much tequila and a joke about using a can opener on her armor. His condominium loomed ahead as he headed home from a successful mission, and the sweet rewards offered only to a true hero.
Doctor Vahzilok himself had been defeated and jailed. Solaron touched his stomach, where a secret pouch on his uniform had the mug shots of Dr. Vahzilok himself (in two of them was a grinning Solaron along with Officer Tisha Banks, his friend Seargent Parks, and Doctor Wells who cured him of the plague, all posing beside the hulking Vahzilok). Ugly beyond belief, the man, thing, or whatever it was behind his misery was not that tough a fight. With the help of some of his Project friends, he was able to mop the floor with the ugly bastard. Solaron would put the photos and the hypodermic needle that cured him of the Vahz plague in his safe. Maybe give it to the Project.
It was a weird week. First it turns out the woman he was dating had connection to the Vahzilok Group, her father and cousin where Reapers. Then infection of the Vahzilok plague. The week looked up when he incenerated the last body, locked up the ugly Doctor himself, and had a wild celebration S.E.R.A.P.H. labs office in Atlas Park. He skipped out early to take the attractive Officer Banks home. She had never flown before.
The flight had been exhilirating with a hint at what was to come when he landed outside of her door.
Now he flew home, dawn fast approaching, and with it another day of work at Crey Industries Research and Developement Section 13. To Helen Murphy, The Evil Office Wench, his boss. To another day of testing bizarre inventions and making nice to the wierdos in Aquisitions. To avoiding at all cost, any and all contact with the Countess Crey, the supreme mistress of Crey Industries. The woman gave him the leaping willies, and he swore never to be within a hundered feet of her if he could. The good thing about the Countess was that she gave off a palpable aura of sheer terror, he and any other male in her path could instantly detect it and make a run for it. No doubt the Countess thought the jibbering males frozen in there tracks like deer caught in a pair of headlights was some primal form of lust. In reality it was primal form of unholy terror.
Solaron swept down for a neat landing on his balcony when he noticed the light.
"You got to be kidding me?!" he said in a appalled tone of voice.
3 men where on his balcony, trying to break into his condo.
"I do not kid Solaron," a dry cultured voice spoke. The voice was familiar if out of place, Black Atom leader of the Project Rebirth. Then he remembered that he was on the comms with the rest of Project Rebirth.
"Somone is breaking into my condo!" Solaron stated
"Call the police" snickered a voice, the response was a roar of laughter throughout the comm network as everyone went into various forms of amused laughter.
A malicous gleam came to Solaron's eyes. What to do, what to do, he thought. "Should I go down there and beat them up, or bathe them in solar fire?" he commented, rubbing his flaming hands together in anticipation.
"You got insurance?" Easy asked.
"Doesn't matter, my apartment is fire proof, ever since that accident with the Hooters waitress and a bottle of..."
"We don't want to know" Black Atom growled,
"I suggest you take them from above and at a distance,"
"if your fireproof, blast them" said Easy.
Solaron hovered above the working criminals, then he focused his inner energies. No sunlight to absorb but he had power to tap into. He built up the energy within him until he felt like bursting. He was certain they wouldn't die from the Fireball. But a good and thorough flaming would make them think twice about breaking into this building again.
"I'm going to Fireball them to high heaven" Solaron grated.
"Go for it!" shouted a voice over the comm
He cocked his arm back, flames bursting to life, with his will he shaped it into a ball of air, and fire. And threw it.
His target, the Outcast Shocker, continued urge his comerad on. Solaron noted that the glass balcony doors had an interesting floral pattern, rather tacky.
And with a titanic explosion, the fireball struck the Outcast. The ensuing blast struck both of his accomplices. Debris from the balcony was swept off in a wave of flame. The glass and wood balcony door disintergrated, the tacky floral curtains turned to ash in an instant. The flames spread into the condo itself. The screams of the three crooks where drowned out in a blast. The shocker was blown completely off of the balcony and he dropped to the waiting street below.
However Solaron kept watching the burning floral pattern of the tacky curtains. He didnt own anything like that. He watched as the fire spread into the rubble strewn condo below him. The balcony had a massive hole in the bottom of it, one of the Outcast where laying half out of it unconcious from the blast. What the friggin hell?!, he thought. His apartment was completely fire proof, and blast proof. A major perk of working Crey R&D was testing new technology and services. One of those was the Rikti Invasion insurance policy. It came with blast proofing ones home. His windows, doors, the entire condo of his was surrounded in a blast proofing shell, including his balcony!
The curtains.
"Oh. My. God." Solaron said
"What's wrong?" Black Atom inquired.
"Uh, I sort of fireballed the wrong condo"
"....."
"let me guess, this one doesn't have fireproofing?" Easy said.
"No, if anything I would say it's doused in gasoline" Solaron noted
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