“Hello
everyone,” I say to the assembled groups in the main room of the base a couple
hours later, “As you know, I have finally found the location of the person
responsible for almost every major incident that has plagued our country since Vistorix
showed up in early July.”
In the corner
we got Darrac and Mia, who Darrac brought along. The two space pirates, excuses
me, space privateers both look ready for the up coming fight.
A total of
twenty one superheroes and two space pirates against whatever the Machine’s
creator has to bring against us.
If they
weren’t responsible for the deaths of several people, directly or otherwise, I
might feel sorry for them.
I let my
announcement settle in before I continue. I’m sure they already know that as I
doubt they would be here otherwise, but it still has an impact amongst the
gathered people.
I’m able to
continue when another couple of people join our group. A man in a black cloak
obscures his body from sight and only his glowing white eyes can be seen while
other is man in bulky gold and red power armour.
Shade and Spartan. Two acquaintances I
made a while back.
Huh, never thought I would ever think
that way. Sure Granddad spoke about old acquaintances he made over years as a
superhero, but it is another thing for me to be doing it myself.
“I hope you don’t mind us helping out,”
says Spartan, “We both have some unfinished business with the guy you’re going
after.”
“Every hand helps,” I reply.
Strange how we’re talking about this
when the first time we met was when Spartan was trying to collect the bounty on
my head for the person we’re now working together to go after.
But that was before the Machine attacked
his flying aircraft carrier and we fought together against it. And it isn’t
healthy to hold grudges. Best to let bygones be bygones.
“The Machine’s
creator, now codenamed Machinist, is operating out of a sunken Sektain warship
about twenty miles off the coast of the Isle of Wight,” I continue from where I
left off earlier before the new arrivals showed up, “Now if you’re wondering how
we’re going to get down here since only a few of us can breathe underwater, we
got a couple of things for that. First is a small breather that you put to your
mouth and it also acts a communicator. The second is a magical charm that
Narszara has come up with allows us to breath underwater. They’ll also keep you
dry and unaffected by the water. We got thirty of them so there is enough for
everybody here to have one each. If you do lose the charm, it has a residue
effect so if you do lose it during battle, the effect won’t wear off until a
few hours later.”
I, Mary and
Narszara hand out the charms and breathers. While everybody takes a charm,
those of us in power armour don’t take a breather. All of us already have an
equivalent built into our armour.
“So here is
the plan,” I say, “We’ll split into four groups, roughly six in each. The first
group will be Shade, Spartan, Spectre, Controller and Werebeast with Britannia
in charge. Warden will lead the second group, consisting of herself,
Dreadnought, Green Knight, Eternal, Multitude and Robyn Hood. The next group will
contain Lantern, Bolt, Night Beast, Multiform, Storm Knight, Gateway and
Accelerate. The last group will be lead by myself and will consist of Narszara,
Darrac, Mia, Commando and Vision. Is that clear?”
I get a series
of agreements and we begin to split up into our groups.
I think I did
pretty well in choosing the groups. Each one is led by an experienced leader
and has good variation of abilities in each of them. In addition, they are
split up between the two superhero teams we have on hand.
“Okay for
transportation,” I say once we’re in our groups, “Teams One and Two will go in
the two pairs of Albion Defender jets we got on hand. Team Three will take the Star Guardian while Team Four will be
going in the Dusty Corsair.”
I wonder who
will pilot the Star Guardian without
me there. I suspect Janelle might fly herself, but Sam or Vance might end up in
the cockpit.
“Hey Janelle,”
I whisper into my communicator, “Were you the one to let Shade and Spartan in?”
“Yes, I
assumed you wouldn’t mind the extra backup,” replies the AI.
“I don’t,” I
tell her, “But I would like a heads up next time.”
“Understood,” says
Janelle, “By the way, I don’t think I’ll be able to hack the ship’s computers.
You’ll need internal access for that.”
“Good to
know,” I reply, “I’ll need the prototype then for quick hacking then.”
“I believe
so,” says Janelle and I end the call.
“I’ll be right
back,” I tell the others in my group, “Just need to grab something from my lab
for this mission.”
I dart off to
my lab and quickly find the gray box containing what progress I have made so
far in creating an AI. The box is about the size of a computer mouse, but
barely a centimetre thick.
While the AI
isn’t sentient like Janelle yet, it will be far better at hacking the ship’s
systems then I would be.
“Ready,” I say
as I return to the others as they wait around the bottom of the Dusty Corsair.
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