Ch1: Hello. Once again I am back for another story. This one is going to be a more straightforward than the last one (at least I think the last one was somewhat complex). To be perfectly honest with anyone who is reading this I want to tell you right away that this story is pretty much just a "vehicle" to introduce a new character of mine, but that's not to say that it wont still be a good story! So just have that in mind as you read this. I should mention that there will be a bit of harsh language in this chapter.

I do not own any of the Loonatics Unleashed characters. They belong (as far as I know) to Warner Bros. Entertainment, Inc. Please be aware of this fact throught the story.

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Convictions

It was early morning in Acmetropolis: 4pm to be more precise. Very few of the city's residents were awake at this hour; some people were awake and actively performing their duties despite the early hour. Some of the aforementioned people are we shall start.

At the Acmetropolis prison we can see a small shuttle-craft taking off and flying into the air. "Man, I can't believe we got stuck with this job," griped one of the passengers on the shuttle, "we're supposta' be on leave right now, but NO. Obviously this is so much more important!" he said as he slouched forward in his seat.

"That's enough Tyler!" Said one of the other occupants of the shuttle in a stern tone. "You know why we have to be here, so stop complaining. It isn't going to make things any better."

The other man's brief reprimand seemed to have the intended effect. "Yeah, yeah I know." Tyler said as he sat back in the uncomfortably hard and rigid seat of the prison shuttle.

Finally, thought a third passenger, for prison guards these men aren't very disciplined, at least not Officer Tyler. The other one seems a little better. What was his name again? Polk. That was it. Did he mention a first name? I guess it's not that important. He thought all this as he sat in his own seat, staring at the floor in silence.

Officer Polk got up from his seat, feeling a little restless himself, and headed toward the front of the ship. "How much longer?" he asked the two pilots.

"Not too much longer; about twenty minuets or so. We're only going to the prison station after all." the female pilot replied.

"That's assuming we make it there." her co-pilot added under his breath while arbitrarily fiddling with some buttons and switches on the control console.

"Can it Harrison!" The pilot whispered fiercely to the man next to her. "Ignore him sir. He's just paranoid." She tried to explain.

Polk looked at the two with an expression of both suspicion and irritation. "Listen you two," he said as he leaned in closer to them, "the warden made sure to point out that this mission is very important and that he didn't want anything to go wrong. I don't want him to be disappointed, because if something does go wrong than, as the senior officer, it will be my ass on the line. So if you two are expecting any problems I'd like to know about it!" He stared intently at both of them as he waited for an answer.

"No sir. No problems, right Harrison?" she said as she looked over to glare at Harrison.

"Nope. No problems at all." Harrison said while rolling his eyes (an action which was hidden by the tinted visor of his flight helmet).

Polk wasn't entirely convinced, but figured that there probably wasn't much else he could do, and if it really was anything serios they would tell me, he thought. So he walked back and sat down in his seat.

When she saw him leave the pilot let out a small sigh. She quickly smacked Harrison in the arm, causing him to recoil slightly. "What were you thinking?" she asked in another harsh whisper.

Harrison shrugged and rubbed his arm. "Calm down McKinley. I don't know why we couldn't just tell him about it. It's like you said, it's nothing…" he said in a timid manner.

"That's why we don't need to tell him, or any of them, about it. They'd just be spooked for no reason. So stop bringing it up!" McKinley retorted sharply.

"Fine then. Whatever you say McKinley." He said as he continued to mess with some of the controls on the dashboard.

Idiot, McKinley thought, there's no reason to bring it up. Everything will be fine, she firmly asserted to herself.

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"So how much longer?" Tyler asked as he saw Polk sit back down in his seat.

"About twenty minuets." he replied as he sat with his arms crossed over his chest. Tyler simply snorted in response.

Twenty minuets hmm…might as well use this time to get a little information, the third passenger thought as he straightened up from his slumped-over position. "So," he spoke for the first time since the start of the assignment. "do you have anymore information on him?" He addressed Officer Polk as he indicated to the fourth passenger on the ship. The man behind the bullet proof glass; wearing the standard bright orange jumpsuit that clearly separated him from the rest of the normal populace; the attire that identified him as a convict.

Polk rubbed his chin as he tried to remember the details he had been given in the short briefing that had taken place the day before. "You remember that bridge collapse from a few months ago?" he asked.

"Of course." he replied. "The others and I were called in to help with the clean up." he continued plainly.

"Right, well this is the guy that was behind it." Polk said. I'm a little surprised he didn't know that, he thought.

He did indeed look confused. "I hadn't heard anything about a conviction. When did this happen?"

"Actually I guess the police brought him in on the second or third day after. I heard he was helping people there, carrying around supplies and stuff I guess. Then some cops decided to ask him if he knew anything and he admitted to being behind the whole thing. Of course they didn't really beleave him, but they had to take him in anyway just to make sure."

"Yeah, then the whole thing turned into a big mess." Tyler chimed in, as he had been listening to the conversation the whole time.

"How do you mean?" the third passenger asked, still a little confused about the whole thing.

"The way I heard it was that when they asked the guy for his name he said he didn't have one." Tyler explained. "Everybody thought he was just being a smart ass at first, but, lo and behold, they couldn't find any evidence that the guy actually existed."

"He didn't have any identification on him, he didn't have any finger print or dental records at all, and without a name they couldn't really look for a birth certificate." Polk elaborated as he saw the other passenger was still confused. "As far as 'the system' was concerned he didn't exist."

I guess that would cause some problems, he thought. "So what do you call him?"

Tyler chuckled a little as Polk answered, "I guess somebody down at the police station got frustrated and told him to just pick a name so they'd have something to put in the files, and he picked Johnny Yuma, but mostly everybody took to calling him St. John, considering he was trying to help his own victims."

"Which is a little ironic considering…" Tyler tried to interject but was quickly cut off.

"There's no need to bring that up Tyler." Polk said in a more austere voice.

Tyler scoffed in response. "I don't see any reason we can't let him know."

"Let me know what?" the passenger asked, feeling like he was being left out of the loop on something potentially important.

Polk glared a little at Tyler before answering, "The main reason we're moving this guy to the space prison because he was getting into a habit of haveing the people around him end up dead." He finished his explanation with a grim look spreading across his face.

The third passenger couldn't help but glance over at the convict. He was a little surprised to see him starring directly at him with a small smirk on his face. He must have let some of this surprise show, as the small smirk grew into a little grin. His gaze was drawn to Johnny's eyes. They were a strange kind of brown that almost looked like they had red mixed in to make a sort of maroon color.

"Nobodies sure if he actually killed them, but nobody, especially the warden, wanted to take any chances. So now we got orders to take him to the space base and…" As Polk was talking he noticed the lights around him dim, then flicker.

"Hey, whats up with the lights?" Tyler shouted to the pilots in aggravation.

McKinley looked back at him and shouted (after some hesitation) "We may have a problem!"

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I already have a bad feeling about this one. *sigh* Oh well. Might as well keep going and see how it goes. Luckily I actually DO KNOW how this one is going to end already…so this time it will be all the stuff the the middle (and obviously the beginning, as you can already tell by this mildly disappointing/mediocre/bad first chapter) that will give me trouble. I can only hope to have your support throughout the whole thing. And on that note, review please.