Post by DocQuantum on Jun 12, 2017 1:29:54 GMT
Chapter 15: First Mission
by Doc Quantum and Bejammin2000
It didn't take long for the handpicked members of this Suicide Squad task force to suit up for the flight in their private plane to Utah. With General Steve Trevor flying the plane, several conversations ensued between his passengers during the flight.
"What are your thoughts on Mister Marvel?" Agent Liberty asked the Tigress, indicating a seat where Marvel and Indigo were lounging, and whispering sweet nothings at each other. Arn Munro received a dirty look in response. "I know, I know. You can't be Marvel's biggest fan right now, especially after I'd asked you to tell all the other prisoners to treat him with kid gloves."
The Tigress sighed. "It wasn't so bad when everyone was expecting some kind of James Bond to show up. But when some nobody dressed in a popcorn wrapper shows up instead, I wasn't too thrilled. You know I won't be babysitting Mister Marvel when we're in the thick of it. As far as I'm concerned, during a mission it's sink or swim."
"Well, with Indigo always clinging onto him, I don't expect him to be given an opportunity to sink at all," replied Munro, indicating the young couple.
"Nauseating," the Tigress replied.
Upon the Suicide Squad's arrival at the Wasatch Mountains of Utah, their infiltration of Helstrom Industries Corporate Headquarters' main fabrication building went as well as it could, all things considered.
Getting into the building was easy. The knockout darts were courtesy of the Tigress. The hard part, however, was getting through the main fabrication building that they were using to enter into the main headquarters. That was mostly because dragging the Trigger Twins through it was akin to taking whiny, greedy kids through a Sugar Hut. Because of this, the rest of the team had moved on ahead of them, leaving only a handful behind.
"Hey, Mitch, lookit!" said Sharpshooter, the younger of the two Lawtons, pointing at what was on the line.
The elder brother, known as Marksman, looked at it. "Holy! That's--"
"Yeah. The H.I. Jury, Punisher Model. They ain't supposed ta be out o' R and D for another two years. But here's one right here--!"
"Dibs!"
"What?!" Jake squawked indignantly.
"You heard me. I. Called. Dibs."
"You cain't do that!"
"I did. And why wouldn't I? It's a gas-powered beauty with an electric firing system. Recoil assist, so it won't jump outta your hand, fifteen-round mag, uses .45 ACP rounds, three-hundred-yard range, and able to drop a bull elephant one-fifty with one shot," Mitch said, grabbing the gun. "And it's all mine, sucker!" He pulled out his normal handgun.
"Sorry, Clarice," he said to the gun, kissing it. "Daddy's found a new girlfriend." And he slid the new gun into his holster, placing his old .45 on the conveyor belt.
"I cain't believe you!" Jake said, shaking his head. It was the greatest gun they could ever see, and Mitch had called dibs.
"Can you believe those guys?" said Indigo as she and Mister Marvel left the Trigger Twins behind with the Tigress and moved forward with the rest of the group. "How immature can you get?"
"Yeah," said Stanley Beamish, feeling out of place amongst all the others in his Mister Marvel uniform. It didn't consist of much, just an asbestos-lined flight suit meant to keep him warm during quick flights. The suit, which made his slender frame look bulky, also had a reflective surface and had wing-flaps beneath the arms, which helped Stan to guide his flight; in truth, it looked like he was wrapped in tin foil when he wore it. Thankfully, the huge aviator goggles he wore, along with a white scarf, gave him a more rugged look. At Stanley's insistence, a stylized MM insignia he'd created was placed on his chest, the sole acknowledgement that he was wearing a super-hero outfit.
He knew that, as Mister Marvel, he would only have an hour of super-powers after he took a power pill, so he kept it in a pocket and waited for the right moment to take it. But as he nervously stalked forward, he began wondering if his flight suit was also bulletproof. If he got shot before he had a chance to gain super-powers, he could die just like anyone else. He gulped at the thought.
"You okay, Marvel?" said Indigo. Lowering her voice and whispering in his ear, she said, "Want to go find someplace a little more... private?"
"What?" said Stanley. "We're in the middle of a mission!"
"We're miles inland, Marvel," said Indigo. "What's a girl with water-based powers supposed to do on a mission like this? The only way I can even exist out of salt water is to wear this special suit, like my dad's, which helps me retain sodium. And you -- you only have your powers for an hour at a time. Besides, we're only here because Commander Steel doesn't need us. He's got enough power in the Suicide Squad members present to take over this place without us. And the only reason you're here is to keep an eye on me and keep me safe, isn't it?"
"Well... yes," Stan admitted, looking uncomfortable as he began to realize that she was completely aware of her unique situation in the Suicide Squad as the only really non-expendable member.
"Then you'd better hurry up and catch me, Mister Marvel, if you can!" said Indigo, suddenly sprinting off to the side and ducking down a corridor.
"What? Indigo, wait! Wait!" called Stan, running after her. Was she really making a game of this?
The rest of the group was long gone by the time Stan caught up to the blue-skinned, half-Asian girl in a dark room that was quite large, judging from the echo caused by the sound of his footsteps. He heard a splash, and he looked around but was unable to see anything. Feeling around by the door, he found a panel of light switches and turned one on.
Blue-tinged fluorescent light slowly flickered on, bathing the room with enough iridescence for Stanley Beamish to see something incredible.
Indigo, formerly known as Deep Blue, had used her innate sense to find the nearest body of water to find what looked like a huge, transparent plastic cooling tank. Not only that, but she had completely doffed her clothes and was swimming around in full view of Stanley's eyes, completely naked.
Stan was transfixed for a few moments before he shook himself from his stupor and, using all his willpower, averted his eyes. "Indigo -- Debbie -- what are you doing?"
"I'm having fun," she replied. "Why don't you come join me, Mister Marvel? Afraid that tin foil suit of yours is gonna get rusty or something?"
Stanley Beamish had always been the typical nice guy. He had always put women on pedestals and treated them as if they were made of finely spun gold. He wasn't used to such forwardness in a woman. Usually, it was he who was awkwardly chasing after women and bracing himself for inevitable rejection. But now here was a free-spirited young woman who knew how to completely throw caution to the wind. And she was throwing herself at him. He was torn between what his body wanted to do and what his mind was telling him was right, and it looked like his body was winning.
Before he was even aware of what was happening, Stanley had made his way to the edge of the cooling tank and was doing what he and Indigo did best -- making out. And this time they were doing so even more passionately due to the fact that she was wearing no clothes at all. It became more and more difficult to keep track of time as Stan found himself falling deeper and deeper into this lustful feeling. He had enveloped Indigo's back with his grasping hands, and couldn't help but revel in the intricate architecture of her back, and wanted to know her body even more.
Yet something was wrong, blaring through his fuzzy-headed mind like a four-alarm fire. Something was stopping him from taking off his tinfoil suit and taking that final leap into the cooling tank to join her. Somehow he couldn't give his own body to her, despite every red-blooded cell and overpowering hormone in his body screaming at him to do that very thing, because he also knew his heart belonged to another.
"We -- we can't, Debbie," said Stan, displaying incredible self-control in the situation as he broke off their kiss. "I'm sorry, but... I don't think this can work out."
Indigo stared at him, unable to believe what she was hearing. "What... what are you saying, Marvel?"
"It's... it's Stanley," he said. "My name is Stanley. And I wouldn't feel right about doing this." To emphasize his point, he took off his goggles.
"You're taking the wrong article of clothing off, lover-boy," she said with a laugh. After a pause, she said, "You were joking, weren't you? Get in here, already!"
"I -- I can't," said Stan, instead walking down the steps to the floor. "You're a senator's daughter, and I--"
"Oh, is that what this is all about?" said Indigo, rolling her eyes. "You think I'm the virginal senator's daughter, frail and fragile as a delicate flower? Well, get over it! Can't you see that I'm totally into you, Mister Marvel? Now take off your clothes, put those goggles back on, and hop in!"
Stanley opened his mouth to speak, but the words would not come. He was completely torn. Already he was feeling bad about all those make-out sessions they had, since he was only physically attracted to her, while he felt like he was in love with someone else. The fact that he hadn't seen Geri Sloane for over eight years didn't erase that fact. And Debbie Perkins was into him, but only as Mister Marvel. She couldn't care less about Stanley Beamish. He knew he had to break things off with her once and for all, before things escalated any further and hurt them both.
But before he could say another word, their tryst was interrupted when the klaxon sound of a security system alarm went off, startling them both.
"What the hell--?!" Stanley yelped, panicking as he looked around him, expecting something to shoot at him at any moment. "What's going on?"
"Come on, Stan!" shouted Indigo, suddenly all business. Stan looked over and saw that she'd already jumped out of the tank and was putting her special suit back on. "Take your pill and follow me!"
While alarms were blaring around them, Stanley Beamish produced the power pill and popped it back into his mouth. As the power pill did its work, Stan's face began to grow flush with purplish hues, and he looked as if he was about to vomit for a few moments. His skin seemed to jump with energy like fizz from an open can of pop. Finally, it was over, and plain Stanley Beamish was transformed into the mighty Mister Marvel.
"You ready, Marvel?" asked Indigo impatiently.
"As ready as I'll ever be," replied Mister Marvel.
At Helstrom Industries Corporate Headquarters in Utah, the battle between the well-armed military forces of HelCorps and the Suicide Squad was finally over.
The various ranks of HelCorps had been armed to the teeth with all manner of high-powered assault weapons and had surrounded their enemies on all sides.
The Suicide Squad was a small, ragtag group of convicts and former or would-be super-heroes with mediocre powers.
If one had to place odds on who would come out of this conflict victorious, HelCorps had a ten-to-one advantage, and the Suicide Squad would live up to its name.
But things didn't always work out according to the numbers, and miraculous things tended to happen when you were part of the Suicide Squad. One might even think that Lady Luck was a secret member of this team of underdogs.
All they knew for sure was that, although there were losses on both sides, one group finally won with an overwhelming victory despite all odds, and the HelCorps were forced to surrender and give up their arms before they lost any more men.
There was a lot of power in this task force, but not a lot of teamwork. When General Steve Trevor had seen the names on the current roster, he thought Steel was crazy and told him so. How was he going to keep such an eclectic bunch of mostly villains from turning this relatively simple operation into a cluster#<@%? Commander Steel hadn't replied with anything more than a knowing grin.
The trick, Steel had known, was that he just needed a couple of key players with mind-control powers on his side, and the everything would fall into place. With Vengeance keeping the villainous Suicide Squad members in line using his powerful mind, and Psyche Hayden afflicting the enemy with thoughts of despair and suicide, the slim odds of victory would tip the scale to their side. It was a dangerous gambit that Steel had made, and it had paid off, at least for now.
By the time Agent Liberty, the Tigress, and the Trigger Twins rejoined the main team, the battle was over, and all that was left was a bloody mess. It had been a bloodbath.
"Ah cain't believe we missed it!" Jake Lawton said. "The biggest gunfight in our lifetimes, and we weren't nowhere around!"
"Zip it, Lawton," said Agent Liberty. Arn Munro sighed as he saw the room. It was a charnel house full of corpses, and even though most of them were the enemy's, it was still a sickly sight to behold.
Two of the members of this task force, Blockbuster and Heatmonger, had been killed in the battle as well, while Karnage and the Dart were both wounded.
Munro did a quick headcount and realized that two of them were still missing. "Where's Indigo and Marvel?" he demanded. The various Suicide Squad members just shrugged their shoulders. "Well?! Someone speak up!"
"I haven't seen them for a while," said Gypsy, who by now looked positively shell-shocked. "I-I think they snuck off sometime before the battle."
"Damn it," breathed Munro. "They could be anywhere by now. Never should have brought them along."
At that moment came flying in the silver-suited Mister Marvel and the blue-skinned Indigo on foot closely behind him. "What did we miss?"
Mitch Lawton reached one finger up to Marvel's cheek and wiped it. "Well, that blue lipstick on your cheek for starters, pal," he said, and chuckled. Given the dire circumstances, no one else laughed except for his brother Jake.
by Doc Quantum and Bejammin2000
It didn't take long for the handpicked members of this Suicide Squad task force to suit up for the flight in their private plane to Utah. With General Steve Trevor flying the plane, several conversations ensued between his passengers during the flight.
"What are your thoughts on Mister Marvel?" Agent Liberty asked the Tigress, indicating a seat where Marvel and Indigo were lounging, and whispering sweet nothings at each other. Arn Munro received a dirty look in response. "I know, I know. You can't be Marvel's biggest fan right now, especially after I'd asked you to tell all the other prisoners to treat him with kid gloves."
The Tigress sighed. "It wasn't so bad when everyone was expecting some kind of James Bond to show up. But when some nobody dressed in a popcorn wrapper shows up instead, I wasn't too thrilled. You know I won't be babysitting Mister Marvel when we're in the thick of it. As far as I'm concerned, during a mission it's sink or swim."
"Well, with Indigo always clinging onto him, I don't expect him to be given an opportunity to sink at all," replied Munro, indicating the young couple.
"Nauseating," the Tigress replied.
***
Upon the Suicide Squad's arrival at the Wasatch Mountains of Utah, their infiltration of Helstrom Industries Corporate Headquarters' main fabrication building went as well as it could, all things considered.
Getting into the building was easy. The knockout darts were courtesy of the Tigress. The hard part, however, was getting through the main fabrication building that they were using to enter into the main headquarters. That was mostly because dragging the Trigger Twins through it was akin to taking whiny, greedy kids through a Sugar Hut. Because of this, the rest of the team had moved on ahead of them, leaving only a handful behind.
"Hey, Mitch, lookit!" said Sharpshooter, the younger of the two Lawtons, pointing at what was on the line.
The elder brother, known as Marksman, looked at it. "Holy! That's--"
"Yeah. The H.I. Jury, Punisher Model. They ain't supposed ta be out o' R and D for another two years. But here's one right here--!"
"Dibs!"
"What?!" Jake squawked indignantly.
"You heard me. I. Called. Dibs."
"You cain't do that!"
"I did. And why wouldn't I? It's a gas-powered beauty with an electric firing system. Recoil assist, so it won't jump outta your hand, fifteen-round mag, uses .45 ACP rounds, three-hundred-yard range, and able to drop a bull elephant one-fifty with one shot," Mitch said, grabbing the gun. "And it's all mine, sucker!" He pulled out his normal handgun.
"Sorry, Clarice," he said to the gun, kissing it. "Daddy's found a new girlfriend." And he slid the new gun into his holster, placing his old .45 on the conveyor belt.
"I cain't believe you!" Jake said, shaking his head. It was the greatest gun they could ever see, and Mitch had called dibs.
"Can you believe those guys?" said Indigo as she and Mister Marvel left the Trigger Twins behind with the Tigress and moved forward with the rest of the group. "How immature can you get?"
"Yeah," said Stanley Beamish, feeling out of place amongst all the others in his Mister Marvel uniform. It didn't consist of much, just an asbestos-lined flight suit meant to keep him warm during quick flights. The suit, which made his slender frame look bulky, also had a reflective surface and had wing-flaps beneath the arms, which helped Stan to guide his flight; in truth, it looked like he was wrapped in tin foil when he wore it. Thankfully, the huge aviator goggles he wore, along with a white scarf, gave him a more rugged look. At Stanley's insistence, a stylized MM insignia he'd created was placed on his chest, the sole acknowledgement that he was wearing a super-hero outfit.
He knew that, as Mister Marvel, he would only have an hour of super-powers after he took a power pill, so he kept it in a pocket and waited for the right moment to take it. But as he nervously stalked forward, he began wondering if his flight suit was also bulletproof. If he got shot before he had a chance to gain super-powers, he could die just like anyone else. He gulped at the thought.
"You okay, Marvel?" said Indigo. Lowering her voice and whispering in his ear, she said, "Want to go find someplace a little more... private?"
"What?" said Stanley. "We're in the middle of a mission!"
"We're miles inland, Marvel," said Indigo. "What's a girl with water-based powers supposed to do on a mission like this? The only way I can even exist out of salt water is to wear this special suit, like my dad's, which helps me retain sodium. And you -- you only have your powers for an hour at a time. Besides, we're only here because Commander Steel doesn't need us. He's got enough power in the Suicide Squad members present to take over this place without us. And the only reason you're here is to keep an eye on me and keep me safe, isn't it?"
"Well... yes," Stan admitted, looking uncomfortable as he began to realize that she was completely aware of her unique situation in the Suicide Squad as the only really non-expendable member.
"Then you'd better hurry up and catch me, Mister Marvel, if you can!" said Indigo, suddenly sprinting off to the side and ducking down a corridor.
"What? Indigo, wait! Wait!" called Stan, running after her. Was she really making a game of this?
The rest of the group was long gone by the time Stan caught up to the blue-skinned, half-Asian girl in a dark room that was quite large, judging from the echo caused by the sound of his footsteps. He heard a splash, and he looked around but was unable to see anything. Feeling around by the door, he found a panel of light switches and turned one on.
Blue-tinged fluorescent light slowly flickered on, bathing the room with enough iridescence for Stanley Beamish to see something incredible.
Indigo, formerly known as Deep Blue, had used her innate sense to find the nearest body of water to find what looked like a huge, transparent plastic cooling tank. Not only that, but she had completely doffed her clothes and was swimming around in full view of Stanley's eyes, completely naked.
Stan was transfixed for a few moments before he shook himself from his stupor and, using all his willpower, averted his eyes. "Indigo -- Debbie -- what are you doing?"
"I'm having fun," she replied. "Why don't you come join me, Mister Marvel? Afraid that tin foil suit of yours is gonna get rusty or something?"
Stanley Beamish had always been the typical nice guy. He had always put women on pedestals and treated them as if they were made of finely spun gold. He wasn't used to such forwardness in a woman. Usually, it was he who was awkwardly chasing after women and bracing himself for inevitable rejection. But now here was a free-spirited young woman who knew how to completely throw caution to the wind. And she was throwing herself at him. He was torn between what his body wanted to do and what his mind was telling him was right, and it looked like his body was winning.
Before he was even aware of what was happening, Stanley had made his way to the edge of the cooling tank and was doing what he and Indigo did best -- making out. And this time they were doing so even more passionately due to the fact that she was wearing no clothes at all. It became more and more difficult to keep track of time as Stan found himself falling deeper and deeper into this lustful feeling. He had enveloped Indigo's back with his grasping hands, and couldn't help but revel in the intricate architecture of her back, and wanted to know her body even more.
Yet something was wrong, blaring through his fuzzy-headed mind like a four-alarm fire. Something was stopping him from taking off his tinfoil suit and taking that final leap into the cooling tank to join her. Somehow he couldn't give his own body to her, despite every red-blooded cell and overpowering hormone in his body screaming at him to do that very thing, because he also knew his heart belonged to another.
"We -- we can't, Debbie," said Stan, displaying incredible self-control in the situation as he broke off their kiss. "I'm sorry, but... I don't think this can work out."
Indigo stared at him, unable to believe what she was hearing. "What... what are you saying, Marvel?"
"It's... it's Stanley," he said. "My name is Stanley. And I wouldn't feel right about doing this." To emphasize his point, he took off his goggles.
"You're taking the wrong article of clothing off, lover-boy," she said with a laugh. After a pause, she said, "You were joking, weren't you? Get in here, already!"
"I -- I can't," said Stan, instead walking down the steps to the floor. "You're a senator's daughter, and I--"
"Oh, is that what this is all about?" said Indigo, rolling her eyes. "You think I'm the virginal senator's daughter, frail and fragile as a delicate flower? Well, get over it! Can't you see that I'm totally into you, Mister Marvel? Now take off your clothes, put those goggles back on, and hop in!"
Stanley opened his mouth to speak, but the words would not come. He was completely torn. Already he was feeling bad about all those make-out sessions they had, since he was only physically attracted to her, while he felt like he was in love with someone else. The fact that he hadn't seen Geri Sloane for over eight years didn't erase that fact. And Debbie Perkins was into him, but only as Mister Marvel. She couldn't care less about Stanley Beamish. He knew he had to break things off with her once and for all, before things escalated any further and hurt them both.
But before he could say another word, their tryst was interrupted when the klaxon sound of a security system alarm went off, startling them both.
"What the hell--?!" Stanley yelped, panicking as he looked around him, expecting something to shoot at him at any moment. "What's going on?"
"Come on, Stan!" shouted Indigo, suddenly all business. Stan looked over and saw that she'd already jumped out of the tank and was putting her special suit back on. "Take your pill and follow me!"
While alarms were blaring around them, Stanley Beamish produced the power pill and popped it back into his mouth. As the power pill did its work, Stan's face began to grow flush with purplish hues, and he looked as if he was about to vomit for a few moments. His skin seemed to jump with energy like fizz from an open can of pop. Finally, it was over, and plain Stanley Beamish was transformed into the mighty Mister Marvel.
"You ready, Marvel?" asked Indigo impatiently.
"As ready as I'll ever be," replied Mister Marvel.
***
At Helstrom Industries Corporate Headquarters in Utah, the battle between the well-armed military forces of HelCorps and the Suicide Squad was finally over.
The various ranks of HelCorps had been armed to the teeth with all manner of high-powered assault weapons and had surrounded their enemies on all sides.
The Suicide Squad was a small, ragtag group of convicts and former or would-be super-heroes with mediocre powers.
If one had to place odds on who would come out of this conflict victorious, HelCorps had a ten-to-one advantage, and the Suicide Squad would live up to its name.
But things didn't always work out according to the numbers, and miraculous things tended to happen when you were part of the Suicide Squad. One might even think that Lady Luck was a secret member of this team of underdogs.
All they knew for sure was that, although there were losses on both sides, one group finally won with an overwhelming victory despite all odds, and the HelCorps were forced to surrender and give up their arms before they lost any more men.
There was a lot of power in this task force, but not a lot of teamwork. When General Steve Trevor had seen the names on the current roster, he thought Steel was crazy and told him so. How was he going to keep such an eclectic bunch of mostly villains from turning this relatively simple operation into a cluster#<@%? Commander Steel hadn't replied with anything more than a knowing grin.
The trick, Steel had known, was that he just needed a couple of key players with mind-control powers on his side, and the everything would fall into place. With Vengeance keeping the villainous Suicide Squad members in line using his powerful mind, and Psyche Hayden afflicting the enemy with thoughts of despair and suicide, the slim odds of victory would tip the scale to their side. It was a dangerous gambit that Steel had made, and it had paid off, at least for now.
By the time Agent Liberty, the Tigress, and the Trigger Twins rejoined the main team, the battle was over, and all that was left was a bloody mess. It had been a bloodbath.
"Ah cain't believe we missed it!" Jake Lawton said. "The biggest gunfight in our lifetimes, and we weren't nowhere around!"
"Zip it, Lawton," said Agent Liberty. Arn Munro sighed as he saw the room. It was a charnel house full of corpses, and even though most of them were the enemy's, it was still a sickly sight to behold.
Two of the members of this task force, Blockbuster and Heatmonger, had been killed in the battle as well, while Karnage and the Dart were both wounded.
Munro did a quick headcount and realized that two of them were still missing. "Where's Indigo and Marvel?" he demanded. The various Suicide Squad members just shrugged their shoulders. "Well?! Someone speak up!"
"I haven't seen them for a while," said Gypsy, who by now looked positively shell-shocked. "I-I think they snuck off sometime before the battle."
"Damn it," breathed Munro. "They could be anywhere by now. Never should have brought them along."
At that moment came flying in the silver-suited Mister Marvel and the blue-skinned Indigo on foot closely behind him. "What did we miss?"
Mitch Lawton reached one finger up to Marvel's cheek and wiped it. "Well, that blue lipstick on your cheek for starters, pal," he said, and chuckled. Given the dire circumstances, no one else laughed except for his brother Jake.