LNH: Legion of Net.Heroes Vol.2 #28
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Wed Jul 9 15:53:48 PDT 2008
[LNH] Legion of Net.Heroes Vol.2 #28
The comic book that you have just purchased
(or maybe just stolen as an internet download)
| |-| \ #28
| |-|  / 'Funky Monkeys' part 2
| | |  egion of \ (Intermezzo - Act 4)
| | | __     / (A Beige Countdown tie-in)
| | | [___][ \et.__eroes \
| | | \ ] [ __ ] / written by and copyright 2008
| |-|     \ Saxon Brenton
| |-|___________________________/ with input from Jamas Enright
| | The cover shows the Legion standing in the background with
| | expressions of shock or righteous determination on their faces.
| | In the foreground is a weeping purple gorilla sitting in the
| | pose of the Thinker. The cover blurb says: 'Why Is This
| | Gorilla Crying?'
[A Silver Age-style roster of characters in the form of a series of mug
shots in little circles runs down the side of the title page:]
Roll call for this issue:
o Cheesecake-Eater Lad!
o Psionic Lad!
o Outfielder Boy!
o The Hyphenated Eaters Corps!
These are just some of the super-powered do-gooders who belong to an
organisation that thinks that running around with your underwear on
the outside is acceptable as a fashion statement. They are: the
Legion of Net.Heroes!
"Just rest for a few seconds. Breathe deeply. Are you feeling any
Fuzzy focused her eyes and discovered Cheesecake-Eater Lad kneeling
next to her, waving a piece of cheesecake under her nose. Irritably she
began to rise and push the cheesecake away. "Now isn't the time for
lunch..." she started to say, but she was cut short by the other
"Uh uh uh uh uh," he disagreed, waving a finger in emphasis.
"There's a mind controlling villain on the loose, and *this*," he said,
proffering the cheesecake proudly, "is the only thing keeping you free
from his control at the moment. But you can't go around holding it
under your nose like smelling salts or something. So I *insist* that
you eat at least a mouthful of my mind-liberating fudge cheesecake. That
way you'll be protected for at least a few hours." He looked pointedly
at her. "Or do I have to get rough and use some more ninjitsu on you?"
It was then that Fuzzy realised the reason she was on the ground
was not because she had tripped, or fainted, or been knocked out with
gas, or whatever, but because Cheesecake-Eater Lad was holding her down.
And come to think of it, her tuckus was feeling rather tender. As if
she had landed heavily on her backside and would later be enjoying
bruises... A fact that was particularly noteworthy since she was
currently dressed only in her underwear rather than her armoured costume
of metastable weave.
She put two and two together and frowned at herself in irritation
over the mistake that she'd fallen into. It was easy to be lulled into
complacency when dealing with the amiable and tubby Cheesecake-Eater
Lad. Easy, and foolish. She shouldn't have made the error of forgetting
that he had been studying under Ultimate Ninja for a very long time.
"Mind controlling villain, huh?" she said, taking the cheesecake.
Because when you got right down to it, warding off mind control by
eating a cheesecake was a much preferable method to faffing around with
tinfoil hats. "That would be Super-gorilla Krodd then, wouldn't it?"
Cheesecake-Eater Lad nodded. "And his Furry Fruit Flavours."
"Them too. Mmm, chocolate fudge."
"Yeah. It turns out that the most effective flavour of mind-
liberating cheesecake is hollandaise ripple fudge. That protects you
for days. But not everyone will automatically eat that, so I had work
a trade off with chocolate instead."
"Wait, you've lost me there," protested Fuzzy. "If you've caught
someone who's being mind controlled, and you wave a piece of cheesecake
under their nose, then the smell is going to clear their heads. At that
point it isn't going to matter what the flavour is as long as it isn't
something that's going to out-and-out make them vomit. All you've got
to do is tell them to eat the cheesecake to protect themselves. I would
have thought that would be a no-brainer."
He looked at her ruefully. "Well, sure. If you've only got one
person to deal with. But if you've got a whole crowd, the then most
effective way to distribute it is to throw it in their faces. Then
they'll scrape some of it off with a finger tip just like in the old
slapstick comedy movies, and lick it and go "Hey, chocolate" and WHAMMO!
Instant freedom from mind control. But the problem with that trick is
that doesn't work so well with hollandaise sauce."
Ah yes, thought Fuzzy, the infamous Legion of Net.Heroes propensity
for starting food fights. Sooner or later someone was bound to find a
tactical use for it. "I can see you've thought this through very
carefully." She finished eating the cheesecake. "So, what's next?"
Cheesecake-Eater Lad explained. "I've only got a small supply of
the stuff, because I've only been doing test batches so far. And my
wrist dispensers are already getting low," he added, holding up one
arm to show the Kirby-tech wristlets he wore. Then he grinned in
anticipation. "So I need the help of someone else with stealth
abilities to sneak into the LNH-HQ kitchen and help me mix up an
industrial sized batch of mind-liberating cheesecake."
Fuzzy cracked her knuckles. "And then, rematch time."
The two superheroes carefully approached the Legion of Net.Heroes
Headquarters. At one point they saw one of the Furry Fruit Flavours
knuckling along the street. It was Apricoty Orange Orangutan. Fuzzy
went to pull her gun, only to remember that she hadn't retrieved a spare
costume from her locker yet. Cheesecake-Eater Lad shook his head,
mouthed, "Stealth", and then silently leapt upwards and wedged himself
into the corner between two walls to hide above eye height. Fuzzy took
her cue from him and turned up her power of ambiguity. The orangutan
went past them, oblivious to how close the net.heroes were.
Once Apricoty Orange Orangutan was gone Cheesecake-Eater Lad dropped
back down to the street with equal silence and whispered, "Come on."
They approached the front entrance on RACC.ham Avenue with the
intent of scouting out the general situation before circling around to
gain entrance through the small parkland out the back. They paused when
they saw what was happening at the building.
"What are they up to?" wondered Cheesecake-Eater Lad.
Fuzzy could only shake her head in bemusement. A contingent of
several hundred enthralled Legionnaires were busy at work constructing
what looked like a giant jungle gym around the LNH-HQ. And considering
that the LNH-HQ itself had increased in size to accommodate all the new
members enrolled because of the Net.ahuman Responsibility Act, this
meant that it was an absolutely enormous piece of metal framework.
"Whatever it is, it's being done on Krodd's orders, so it probably
can't be good," reasoned Fuzzy.
They continued on, encountering no significant opposition as they
made their way in through the rear entrance. (A mind-controlled Bad-
Timing Boy discovered them and almost set off a general alert, but Fuzzy
knocked him unconscious and locked him in a closet. What few other
encounters they had were near misses thanks to Fuzzy's Ambiguity Field.)
Finally they arrived at the kitchen. Cheesecake-Eater Lad peered
in through the windows set into the double doors. "Huh," he said with
mild surprise. "The Hyphenated Eaters Corps are still here."
"So how do we knock them out?" asked Fuzzy.
Cheesecake-Eater Lad looked thoughtful, then said, "We don't. They
might be useful in mixing up some more mind-liberating fudge cheesecake.
You make sure nobody sneaks up on us, and I'll use the last of the stuff
I have on me to free them."
"That's risky," Fuzzy warned. "If they raise the alarm first, we
could be up to out necks in mind controlled LNHers before we know it,
and with no backup plan."
"Possibly," C-ELad admitted. "But I've been supervising their
training as well as their kitchen duty over the past week. I don't
think they'll be that hard to take down in a fight. Well... yet, anyway.
Some of them show a lot of promise. But on the other hand they do all
know what they're doing with food preparation, and could save us a lot
of time. I think it's worth the risk."
Fuzzy made a noise at the back of her throat that, if interpreted
generously, could have been called agreement. Cheesecake-Eater Lad gave
her an inscrutable look. She said, "You really think they'll be helpful?"
"They're good kids," he said. "They're just a bit enthusiastic,
that's all." Then he added, "And there's also the matter of looking out
for our students. I still remember the recriminations about mentor
responsibility after all those kids got turned into zomkicks during the
'Crisis Of Infinite Sidekicks' crossover."
"Okay. It's your call. I'll cover your back."
With Fuzzy guarding the door and simultaneously trying to keep an
eye out for both passers-by in the corridor and on events in the kitchen,
Cheesecake-Eater Lad burst in and launched his assault. He was devastating.
The Hyphenated Eaters Corps were scattered about the kitchen rather
than clustered at one easy to access and attack point. Cheesecake-Eater
Lad did not allow this to concern him. Instead he focused on the basic
tactic of first taking out those trainees who were the greatest threats.
In his estimation that currently meant Spicy-Mexican-Food-Eater Lass and
Luckily Donut-Eater Lad was directly in front of him as he came
through the door. Cheesecake-Eater Lad ran in and without needing to
slow down vaulted over one of the work benches and squirted cheesecake
in his face. Then he waved his arm in a sharp arc, similarly blasting
Pop-Tart-Eater Lass and Open-Face-Club-Sandwich-Eater Lad in one
movement. Both Pasta-Eater Lad and Spicy-Mexican-Food-Eater Lass were
further away, but Pasta-Eater Lad made the blunder of closing in to
counterattack. Which was good, because the sooner that C-ELad could
take out Pasta-Eater Lad the quicker he could deal with Spicy-Mexican-Food-
Eater Lass, who was clearly moving to sound the alarm rather than fight.
With surprising grace Cheesecake-Eater Lad ducked and weaved between
the tubs of food stuffs and sharp kitchen implements that Pasta-Eater Lad
was throwing at him, all the while intent on chasing down Spicy-Mexican-
Food-Eater Lass. Pasta-Eater Lad he simply took out indirectly, tripping
him up en passant and squirting him with the mind-liberating cheesecake.
He launched himself at Spicy-Mexican-Food-Eater Lass.
She dodged to one side and threw kitchen utensils at him. This had
no more effect on Cheesecake-Eater Lad than when Pasta-Eater Lad had
tried it, and in fact it slowed her down for long enough to give him an
opening. He aimed and fired, and nothing happened. His dispensers had
finally run out.
As if that was going to stop Cheesecake-Eater Lad. He used a sweep
kick to knock her legs out from under her, and as he grappled with her
cast a look around the kitchen to see who was up from among the other
members of the Hyphenated Eaters Corps. "Club-Sandwich-Lad," he called.
"Get over here on the double!"
"Sir, yes sir!" Open-Face-Club-Sandwich-Eater Lad said as he ran over.
"Smear some of the mind-liberating cheesecake over her mouth."
"On it," OFCS-ELad said.
As soon as Spicy-Mexican-Food-Eater Lass had stopped struggling,
C-ELad asked, "You all right?"
"Yeah," she said. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," said Cheesecake-Eater Lad. He stood up and
looked around. "Everybody else okay?" When this elicited a round of
affirmatives, he rallied his troops. "Okay ladies and gentleman. We're
in an emergency situation here, and I'm going to need your help. Super-
gorilla Krodd is using his mental powers to mind control the Legion, and
I need to prepare as much of the mind-liberating fudge cheesecake as
possible to stop him. Quickly get yourselves cleaned and dressed while
Fuzzy and myself start preparing ingredients. We have a lot of work
ahead of us."
The Hyphenated Eaters Corps quickly scattered to get themselves
ready, with Pop-Tart-Eater Lass adding, "You can count on us sir."
Xil wondered what the heck he was doing. However, this wonderment
was more of an 'I must be out of my mind' anxiety than any sort of
meaningful introspection. It wasn't going to be useful to carrying out
his plan, especially since his plan consisted solely of 'help that cute
Outfielder Boy guy'. And it certainly didn't extend far enough to
consider the consequences of his actions might be, what with giving
away classified technology to a native life form and all that.
You see, when the shapeshifting Qwarsts infiltrate a planet they
have various types of hand-wave-with-technobabble technology to help
maintain their cover. This includes handy little psi-screens that
prevent telepathic detection and coercion.
So when everyone in the area around the Legion of Net.Heroes HQ
began acting strangely and taking off their clothes, Xil had been
unaffected. It had taken him a while to realise what was happening and
what options were open to him. Not because he was stupid. He wasn't.
Nor was it because he didn't have any clues to go on. He'd been standing
nearby when Krodd had exposited what his villainous plan was. Rather,
it was because Xil was distracted for several dry mouthed minutes by the
sight of Outfielder Boy stripped down to his underwear.
Impulsively Xil had gone and retrieved another hand-wave-with-
technobabble psi-screen. Now he had returned with it, with the
intention of giving it to Outfielder Boy so that the Legionnaire could
resist Krodd's mental domination and defeat the villain.
Beyond that... Xil really hadn't given things much thought. He
simply snuck up, activated the second psi-screen and clasped it into the
other teenager's hands. Satisfaction made Xil's heart beat faster in
his thorax as Outfielder Boy blinked and returned to proper wakefulness.
Outfielder Boy focused on the young man in front of him, and said,
At which point Xil realised he had no idea what he should do next
and came over all bashful at the prospect of what inconvenient questions
the Legionnaire might ask. He blurted out, "You'll need this," - and
here he shook the psi-screen that he had clasped into Outfielder Boy's
hands - "to help you fight the bad guy." Then he ran away as fast as he
Outfielder Boy stared after the departing teenager. Well, it was
only sensible for civilians to get out of the area where there was a
fight scene happening, he supposed. However, Outfielder Boy felt an
obligation to say thanks later on after the dust had settled, so after
a quick glance to make sure that he wasn't in any immediate danger of
being attacked by a villain or run over by a bus or something, he
focused his attention on getting a fix on the mind of the guy who'd
just rescued him.
It was tricky. It was so frustrating when there was something that
needed to be done urgently and he kept being fumbled fingered with his
mental senses. Then he found the mind he wanted. Oh... "Oh," he said.
For a stunned moment he didn't know what to do. Impulsively he called
out, "I think you're cute too!" Then he blushed. That was not
professional superhero behaviour.
"Outfielder Boy, you have got to get back to finding a way to
stopping Krodd," he admonished himself.
The Hyphenated Eaters Corps quickly dressed in their costumes.
Their new costumes, that is. They may have looked exactly like their
previous, home made ones, but the costumes that they had been issued by
the Legion were made of metastable weave.
Okay, pause there for a moment and I'll explain metastable weave.
Yes, it's like fabric made of unstable molecules, except that amateur
fiction writers won't gets their butts sued off by Marvel Comics if they
talk about metastable weave. But like unstable molecules, clothing made
of metastable weave adapts to peoples' superpowers, can be programmed
to transform from civvies to costume when you need an instantaneous
quick change, is insulated, hard wearing, and when it *does* get damaged
in a fight will never be totally destroyed but instead will shred and
tatter in just such a way as to preserve modesty. Unless it's an
Acraphobe rated story, in which case the reader gets to see the
character's naughty bits.
Best of all, a costume of metastable weave makes you *look* like an
iconic superhero. Alex Ross may do some absolutely gorgeous
photorealism paintings of superheroes, but his figures are all wearing
clothes that wrinkle and bunch up so that they look like physically fit
adults who have been nagged by their kids into dressing up for
Halloween. Metastable weave doesn't do that. Metastable weave clings
to the body in just the right places, highlighting musculature while at
the same time covering over the vicious scars accumulated through years
of hand-to-hand combat with the forces of evil. People who wear
metastable weave *look* larger than life, and at least as far as their
clothing is concerned are always photogenic.
In any case, in an amazingly short time span Fuzzy found the Corps
back in action and taking over the cheesecake preparation, freeing her
up for sentry duty again. She threw a look over her shoulder as she
left the kitchen. She had to admit that Cheesecake-Eater Lad had the
teenagers well in hand. It made her feel a little bit less guilty about
they way she had palmed them off on him when they had first turned up...
Had it really been less than a week ago?
She shook her head ruefully, then pushed the whole thing out of her
mind. Guard duty in the middle of an enemy occupied building was
not the time to be dwelling on that sort of thing. Then she got a
telepathic message that almost scared the crap out of her.
=( Hey, Fuzzy. Incoming. ) She had already grabbed her gun before she consciously registered
that the tone was friendly. She didn't immediately recognise the 'voice'
however, and thought a stern and wary challenge of, .oO( Who's there? )
=( Psionic Lad, and I've collected Outfielder Boy. I'm glad we've
found you. I was beginning to wonder if anyone else was free. We're on
our way to your location, so don't go anywhere. ) As if that was likely, thought Fuzzy. She poked her head back into
the kitchen to warn the others, and the two newcomers had arrived by the
time she had finished passing on the message.
"I'm glad we found you all," Psionic Lad repeated. "Listen, I've
done some poking about, and I think I know what Krodd's planning."
"Well obviously his next move will be to extend his mind control,"
said Spicy-Mexican-Food-Eater Lass, who was the smartest of the
Hyphenated Eaters Corps, but also the prickliest because of her lack of
patience with those slower than herself. "Which implies that the thing
he's having built relates to that."
"Unless it's a distraction for his real plan," offered Pasta-Eater
Lad cheerfully, not bothering to look up from the food preparation he
was involved in.
"It's the former," said Psionic Lad. "That giant metal frame is
going to be a psychic broadcaster aerial that he can blanket the whole
world with his mental commands. See, from what I can figure out it's
like this. When Krodd first got his psi powers he was surprised by the
fact that not everyone was automatically susceptible to them. So he's
had a system set up that lets him gather more power from the minds he's
already dominated. Taking out the Legion was strategically sound as
well as a act of revenge, but we're going to have to stop him before he
implements his next phase of attack and grows stronger still. We," and
here Psionic Lad indicated everybody present in the kitchen, "may not
be able to withstand his control if he increases his power up another
level of magnitude."
"Cheesecake-Eater Lad," ventured Spicy-Mexican-Food-Eater Lass.
"The first batch of chocolate fudge is almost ready, but if Krodd
carries out his plan any time soon we may need to start preparing the
hollandaise sauce ripple instead."
Psionic Lad looked confused. "Hollandaise sauce?"
"We've got different flavours of cheesecake that are good for
protecting against different strengths of mind control," said Cheesecake-
Easter Lad distractedly as he considered the problem. "How soon is he
likely to start use the broadcasting web?"
Psionic Lad shrugged. "Any time within the next few hours, I guess."
"Okay then. Pasta-Eater Lad, Pop-Tart-Eater Lass, you finish
making that chocolate fudge cheesecake," Cheescake-Eater Lad ordered.
"The rest of you start on the hollandaise sauce ripple straight away."
He looked at Fuzzy and Psionic Lad. "We're going to need to find a way
to spray this over as many LNHers as quickly as possible."
"A pity almost everybody is outside," said Fuzzy thoughtfully.
"There's an obvious way to do it indoors."
Just under an hour later Outfielder Boy and Open-Faced-Club-Sandwich-
Eater Lad were making a few final adjustments to the pipes in the plant
room. "Okay, that's got it, I think," said Outfielder Boy as he used a
wrench to tighten the final connection.
"Dude, I honestly doubt if the sprinkler system was designed to
distribute cheesecake through the building. It'll pump the stuff in,"
he said, gesturing to the vat of cheesecake they had just connected up,
"but I have no idea if it'll flow through the pipes."
Open-Faced-Club-Sandwich-Eater Lad looked pensive. "Well, it's the
hollandaise sauce ripple fudge," he said. "It's been watered down to
the consistency that it should flow through the pipes, but still be
strong enough to wake up people who are under mind control." He checked
the connections again. "How did you manage to resist Krodd's control,
by the way? Special mental training?"
"Me? Jeez no, I wasn't able to. I had to have outside help."
"Oh," went OFCS-ELad, still somewhat distracted and making the
assumption that he'd had assistance from Psionic Lad. "I guess that's
it then. You can tell the others that we're..." and then he was cut
off as he was suddenly smothered in wrapping paper. .oO( Aw fsck! Not
again, ) he fumed.
Outfielder Boy looked up to see Gift-Wrapping Granny in her bloomers
at the door. Now, he was essentially a good hearted kid, so his main
reaction was, .oO( Oh no! Another enslaved Legionnaire! ) But he was
also shallow enough in certain areas that he also thought, .oO( Ew! Ew!
Ew! Naked wrinkly old person flesh! Ew! )
=( Are you okay? )= asked Psionic Lad, who had picked up that last bit.
=( Small problem. Taking care of it now, )= Outfielder Boy thought
back. He jumped to one side as she tried to blast him with her eye
beams, grabbed some of the cheesecake that they had on hand for just
such an emergency, and thwacked her in the face with it.
Gift-Wrapping Granny blinked, scraped off some of the cheescake with
her finger, licked it and said, "Hmm. Hollandaise sauce."
=( Well done, )= observed Psionic Lad.
=( Thanks, )= Outfielder Boy replied, then telepathically passed on
the information that they were set up as he started tearing off the
paper from OFCS-ELad.
Psionic Lad himself was concealed near the foyer of the building
with some equipment that he and Pop-Tart-Eater Lass had snuck out from
the kitchen. He had been a bit worried about Outfielder Boy and
Open-Faced-Club-Sandwich-Eater Lad, since of the three teams sent to
make arrangements to spray cheesecake in and around the LNH-HQ theirs
had been the only one without the ability to render themselves
undetectable to some extent. The internal sprinklers had simply been a
lower priority because, as noted, almost everybody was outside. However,
the boys seemed to have things in hand.
"Look," stage whispered Pop-Tart-Eater Lass, although there was no
need to keep their voices down. The mental 'don't notice us' that
Psionic Lad was sending out would cover anything up to normal speaking
tones. Psionic Lad looked where she was indicating, then sent a second
heads up back to the boys in the plant room and to Fuzzy and Cheesecake-
Eater Lad's team on the roof: =( Krodd's coming with the Furry Fruit
Flavours. Get ready, he may be about to start! ) .oO( Firing up the pumps, ) Fuzzy replied.
Super-gorilla Krodd knuckled out the front door with his entourage
of minions. He looked up with pride at the completed giant neural
webwork. It was magnificent. And now he was ready to begin the next
phase of his plans.
However, just as he was about to give the orders to Cherry Red
Chimp, there was the distant sound of a pump, and a shower of something
soft and semi-liquid and smelling alternately of chocolate and
hollandaise sauce began to fall from somewhere above the building. At
the same time the sprinkler system went off and showered runny
cheesecake throughout the LNH-HQ (which you just *know* is going to
stain the carpets something dreadful.)
Krodd gave the order, "Go and find out what's happening," but got
no further because Psionic Lad and Pop-Tart-Eater Lass came out of
hiding and started using a firehose to spray cheesecake over those
enthralled Legionnaires who were present at the front of the building.
To Krodd's momentary bemusement they didn't even aim at him or the Furry
Fruit Flavours, instead spraying upwards and outwards to sprinkle as
wide an area as possible. What possible use could that be?
Almost immediately Psionic Lad began broadcasting, =( Legion alert!
We have mind controlling villains on the premises! Disable the antenna
web and then fight the villains at the front entrance! )= At which
point hundreds of Legionnaires either started to converge at the front
of the LNH-HQ or use their powers to tear apart or melt or disintegrate
the giant metal scaffolding.
Bananey Yellow Bonobo zoomed forward and tore apart the pump that
Psionic Lad and Pop-Tart-Eater Lass were using - but he was far too
late to stop his team's reversal of fortunes. And anyway, he almost
immediately had to fend off the attention of Kid Quickclick (who was
back for a rematch) as well as several other Legionnaires. Psionic Lad
turned his attention to Krodd and began to mentally battle against
the super-gorilla. The ape's power was much diminished, but still
considerable thanks to the number of non-net.heroes he still had under
his control who were out in the streets surrounding the LNH-HQ and
therefore too far away to be covered in the spray of cheesecake.
You're-Not-Hitting-Me-Hard-Enough Lad leapt forward to confront
Grapety Purple Gorilla. Yay! Another opportunity for fan-pleasing
frivolous fisticuffs! Grapety Purple Gorilla just sighed, then dropped
and rolled onto his back and grabbed the overenthusiastic net.hero as he
came within grappling range, using the LNHer's own momentum to catapult
him across the street.
The Legionnaire went -CRASH!!!- into a wall, the rose up looking
mightily peeved. "No, you villain! You're supposed to *fight* me!"
Grapety Purple Gorilla continued to look at him with a hangdog
expression and didn't bother to disagree with him. Actually, it was
GPG's job to *defeat* him, but if the net.hero failed to realise what
rules the game was being played to, well that was to the ape's advantage
wasn't it? Was there anything in the bag of tricks that Cherry Red
Chimpanzee had prepared? Hmmm...
Grapety Purple Gorilla took a deep breath and held it, threw a
grenade and watched YNHMHELad take a face full of superfast acting
sleeping gas, causing him to fall unconscious (but not without some
dramatic thrashing about first). Grapety Purple Gorilla poked him once
with a big meaty finger to make sure he was insensate, then looked up to
see what else was happening. Well, obviously nothing good for his team,
as the Furry Fruit Flavours were surrounded by hundreds of angry
net.heroes in cheesecake stained underwear.
Berry Blue Baboon was trying to use his ice blasts but was being
overwhelmed by the combined efforts of Captain Napalm and Invisible
Incendiary. Similarly Apricoty Orange Orangutan was slowly being forced
back by Kid-Not-Appearing-In-Any-Beige-Midnight Story and CAPTAIN
Limey Green Lemur had been worked into a frothing rage by Frat Boy.
It seemed that the lemur's faux-British reserve made him particularly
susceptible to Frat Boy's power to make people rant about the antics
of irresponsible young people. "Frink!" the lemur blustered about
philistines who drank beer rather than tea - and *cold* beer at that!
Then Writers Block Woman grabbed the lemur's pith helmet and clubbed him
with it. "Revenge," she declared, "is mine!"
Out of all this Cherry Red Chimpanzee seemed to be doing the best.
She used a displacement device to make herself slightly out of phase
with where she appeared to be. Then, once that bit of personal protection
was in place, she went to town, gleefully jetting around the field of
combat and attacking Legionnaires left-right-and-centre with an arsenal
of toys. A number of net.heroes were brought down when she stuck little
devices onto them which nullified the heroes' invulnerability to their
own powers. An antigravity ray made people begin to float away, meaning
that other net.heroes with flight had to divert their efforts in order
to rescue them. And a vertigo inducer had any number of LNHers reeling
and falling to their knees.
Cherry Red was just about to throw out a bag's worth of totally
frictionless marbles into the path of Kid Quickclick when her jetpack
cut out. And her backups (including a gravity sheath parachute) didn't
work either. The ape fell and landed at the feet of a female LNHer
wearing a bomber jacket. "That's just about enough of that," said
Glitch Girl and then gave Cherry Red Chimp a solid right hook punch to
the jaw. Cherry Red went down unconscious, and Glitch Girl relaxed the
concentration that she had been focusing to make the chimpanzee's
technology fail. She also massaged her smarting knuckles. "So worth
it," she said with satisfaction.
Psionic Lad was finding it hard going trying to overcome Krodd and
decided to call in some specialised assistance. =( WikiBoy, I need your
help over here, )= he called telepathically. WikiBoy, the Legionnaire
Anyone Can Edit, made a field combat dash up to him. "Hi. What do
"I need you to be a power booster," said Psionic Lad. Immediately
he felt an increase in his own mental powers. Unfortunately Krodd felt
the increase in power too and upscaled his response to match Psionic
Lad's attack. "I mean, you are a touch contact power booster only,"
Psionic Lad hastily amended, and placed his hand on WikiBoy's shoulder.
Instantly the power balance shifted, and Psionic Lad made quick work of
The fight quickly became a rout, and all too soon there was nothing
left of it but the Red Herring skipping about in mid air doing a mocking
dance and going, "Ooo yeah! Ooo yeah! Who owns the fight scene now?"
Nothing left of it? Er, no. Not quite. The neural webwork was
done in, and the simian villains were captured and piled (some of them
unconscious, some of them not) in an ungainly heap, but there was
something the net.heroes were forgetting.
"Mommy, why aren't they wearing clothes?"
The LNHers stopped dead in their tracks. Some of them turned to
face the child who had spoken. GAK! They were all in their underwear!
As the child blinked his eyes (and sucked his thumb), the Legionnaires
all ran (or flew, or teleported) inside, leaving only those few
individuals who were already dressed or didn't wear clothing in the
"Kiwi," said a voice in a 'nothing to see here, move along' tone.
Rolling her eyes at the latest LNH antics, the mother pulled her
child on their way.
Later that afternoon Gift-Wrapping Granny returned to the Legion's
headquarters after going home for a shower and change of clothes. She
encountered Anal-Retentive Archive Kid, who had changed his clothes but
still had cheesecake dried into his hair. "Haven't had the opportunity
to wash up yet?" she asked, not without sympathy.
He rolled his eyes in self deprecating amusement. "'Fraid not. I
picked one of the high numbers on the shower queue."
She hesitated, then said. "I wanted to ask you something. If
you don't mind."
"Sure, go ahead."
"Organic Lass prescribed a course of Urple Ray treatments to
improve my vision. They're working quite well. But the Urple Ray
is supposed to be capricious, and some of the people I asked mentioned
that you hadn't had much luck with it."
He nodded. "That's right. I'm HIV positive, and the Urple Ray
hasn't done anything to cure that, or even do much to keep it in
remission that prescription medication wasn't doing already."
"Oh," she said, momentarily flummoxed. "I'm sorry. I didn't
realise it wasn't..."
"An injury gained in battle?" He shrugged. "Well, technically it
is, but that's neither here nor there. The thing is, when it works the
Urple Ray can heal almost anything, far beyond the scope of normal
medical science - but like all .thingie technology it runs on drama, and
means that sometimes it doesn't work for any explicable reason."
That was an oversimplification of course, since .thingy technology
- when it failed - usually did so for story related reasons of dramatic
"Anyway, the bottom line is that even with super science, there
doesn't seem to be a universal panacea. Just like with Krodd and his
attempts to create the ultimate mind control power, you either reach
the point of dimishing returns or find some other sort of drawback."
Nick (alias Outfielder Boy) was dressed in civvies as he walked
through the city. He was focusing his attention on trying to find this
Xil kid, and while he was making progress with that task it was taking
up a lot of his concentration. After he almost walked into a wall he
had taken to pausing every block or so to locate his target, then walking
a block or so, then pausing again. Eventually he found the teenager he
was looking for.
Xil looked up and saw Nick. He stared at him in panic, with the
thoughts .oO( Oh my god, he's come for me! ) blazing in his mind, and
which if Nick had been able to see would have probably found endearing.
"Hey there," said the net.hero. "I wanted to return this to you,"
he said, handing back the psi-screen, "and say thanks for the loan of
it. It really came in useful. Against Krodd, I mean."
"Uhm. Okay. I'm glad about that."
"I'm Nick, by the way. And you're Xil, right?"
"Jamie Xil," the Qwarst corrected with his cover name. Nick could
see the boy suddenly become skittish again, and went, "Right, right,
sorry. My mistake. Uhm."
"Was there anything else?"
"Uh, I thought maybe we could talk. You know. About stuff."
Xil looked undecided for a second, then smiled and said, "Yeah,
sure. That'd be great."
Later they ended up sharing a pizza for dinner before catching a movie.
This issue of LNHv2 starred:
Cheesecake-Eater Lad created by Matthew Jotham Millheiser.
Fuzzy created by Connie Hirsh.
Hyphenated Eaters Corps created by Mike Friedman.
Psionic Lad created by Carolyn Vaughan.
Krodd and the Furry Fruit Flavours, and Outfielder Boy created by
And also featured:
Anal-Retentive Archive Kid and Gift-Wrapping Granny created by Saxon
Bad-Timing Boy created by Vernon Harmon.
CAPTAIN CAPITALIZE created by wReam (Ray Bingham).
Captain Napalm created by [unknown].
Glitch Girl created by Marie Antoon.
Frat Boy created by uplink (John Scheibeler).
Invisible Incendiary created by Steve Hutchison.
Kid Quickclick created by Ben Rawluk.
Kid-Not-Appearing-In-Any-Beige-Midnight-Story created by Matt Rossi.
Kiwis created by Ian Porrell.
Red Herring created by Kieran O'Callaghan.
WikiBoy created by Tom Russell.
Writers Block Woman created by Jaelle (Jessica Ihimaera-Smiler).
You're-Not-Hitting-Me-Hard-Enough Lad created by Arthur Spitzer.
Let's talk about mind control as a plot device. Considering how
annoying it is when it's over used (and here we have to point the finger
at Chris Claremont's near-fetish with it) I feel a bit guilty about using
it twice in rapid succession - first in 'Attack Of The vampire Cows' in
#24 and again in #27-28. Still, #24 was a Ripping Dancer story designed
to showcase her versatility. When she was introduced in _LNHv2_ #14 she
boasted that she could rip through anything, and I decided to take her
at her word and it was necessary to show her ripping through mental
enslavements as well as physical objects and the fabric of space-time. By
contrast Krodd's mind control was used solely because it was a quick way
for me to set up the 'One nation, undies visible, under Krodd' joke. It
was lazy of me, and I admit it.
That said, there *is* a useful story point to Krodd's antics, which
is to show that Legionnaires are aware of the problem and are working to
counter it. Whether or not they actually succeed is beside the point.
Mind control is a relatively popular story element - even if it tends to
be used as a plot device to take out a large number of characters and
generate dramatic tension. In any case different types of mind
controlling techniques will trump or be trumped by different types of
mental defences, depending on the power and quality of the technology,
psionics, miracles, magic, or baked goods involved.
Another roster entry. It seems that Fuzzy's entry hasn't been
updated since the original, uber brief version originally posted to
usenet back in the 1990s. *Obviously* she needs an extended update
suitable for inclusion on the web.
TYPE: Public Domain.
CREATED BY: Connie Hirsch.
POWERS: "Vagueness and ambiguity that confound my enemies." Has an
Ambiguity Field of variable area and intensity which can be used
for a range of confusion causing effects. Carries a handgun.
ADD NOTES: Spent some time as male prior to the first _Flame Wars_
because of confusion among the Writers.
Has brown hair, although this usually isn't apparent.
PERSONALITY: Originally given to confusing people with vague or
contradictory statements. Started speaking more plainly during her
angry-with-newbies phase. Has grown into a tough and competent crime
fighter, but now tends to be the straight woman to a lot of the
Legion's silliness. As Arthur Spitzer once noted: "A happy well-
adjusted Fuzzy who gets along with people is a boring Fuzzy."
Developed a resentment of the new characters that Writers were
introducing into the Legion (_Pliable Lad_ #30), eventually blocking
the LNH membership application of Green Cheeezarr (_C.H.E.E.E.Z.
Corps_ #17) and fighting Writers Block Woman (_Writers-Block Woman
(and Mouse)_ #17) before being assigned by Ultimate Ninja to mentor
the Misfits (_Misfits_ #3). Has since dealt with her anger issues
and so was unaffected by the hated inciting One-Man-Abusive Reaction
(_Flame Wars 4_ #3).
Saxon Brenton University of Technology, city library, Sydney Australia
saxon.brenton at uts.edu.au saxonbrenton at hotmail.com
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