A/N: An idea that I've been tossing around in my head ever since I finished reading Guardian Louds. The Loud House belongs to Chris Savino, The Wonderful 101 belongs to Platinum Games, and I own nothing but my own ideas.
In the year 2017 the earth will be threatened by an alien armada from beyond the reaches of the milky way. Cities will fall, society will be shaken, and lives will be endangered. However there is a light at the end of this tunnel. A single hope in the form of a silver lining that would be forged by a lone group. A group that consisted of eleven young souls. Their names would forever go unsaid, faces forever masked, and tombs forever forgotten. They are.
The Marvelous Eleven
Royal Woods has prospered wondrously, despite the horrid elections of yesteryear. With new highways that bridged neighboring towns, and new vehicles that many sought after once the glowing reviews hit, the quaint town of Royal Woods, Michigan had grown in the best way possible. And it was all thanks to Loud Labs. After winning her next nobel prize, Lisa Loud, the second youngest of the eleven siblings and resident genius, was given the opportunity to start her own company after world renowned scientist James Isaac Neutron had seen her winning invention. In a couple short months the company had flourished and blossomed as the technologies that spewed from it became patented, sold, and bought by the government.
In a couple short months Lisa Loud became the talk of the town. But that wasn't to say that her family didn't get in on the success. Lori had been placed in charge of the social media management, Leni was tasked with design work, Lynn Sr, Rita, Luna, and Luan were in charge of marketing and finances, Lynn Jr. was the, voluntary, test dummy, Lucy and the twins were in charge of security, and were surprisingly good at it at that, and Lily was always with her parents as she was too young for a job. But that left one person.
Lincoln Loud, the man with the plan, the only son of the Loud patriarch and matriarch, and only boy among ten girls. What was his job? Why vice president of course. Yes indeed, the genius girl had taken notice of Lincoln's multifacetedness, plan making skills, and adaptability to any situation and put him in the position that would best make use of those skills. The good news was that he now had the ability to leave school whenever he was needed at work. The bad news was that he still had to go to school. Oh well, can't have everything.
At least Ronnie Anne was given a job as his assistant, so that was good.
Upon one of the new highways was a bus with a train-like build. There were twelve cars in all, all of which were the size of an average school bus, and rode along on it's own segregated path. Aboard the train-esque locomotive was the student body of Royal Woods Elementary, and among them were Lincoln Loud, and Ronalda "Ronnie" Anne Santiago. The two sat next to one another, ignoring Clyde's talk of his latest plan to woo Lori, and listening to Lisa through earpieces instead.
"Are you absolutely sure that neither of you forgot your-."
"Lisa relax," Lincoln said with exasperation, interrupting the lisp afflicted girl as he rolled his eyes, "We have them with us, and would know if we forgot them. You would've launched them at our heads if we did anyway."
"Apologies elder male sibling, it's just that, from the readings I am receiving, the pulsations are getting stronger with each passing second," Lisa said, "At this rate we may need to instigate our first field test of the suits."
"Relax brainiac," Ronnie said, putting in her two cents with a bored expression, "We got the pendants, they're still with us, and nothing has happened so far. And if anything does happen, then Lame-O and I will be able to handle it," The hispanic tomboy smugly smiled, "Or at least I'll be able to." She silently snickered as Lincoln playfully punched her shoulder. Not one to let no playful deed go unpunished, she put the white haired boy in a headlock.
Up in her office, Lisa rolled her eyes as the boy's attempts to get out of his girlfriend's hold made their way through the devices to her ear. Her brother really needed to work out more.
Back on the bus, Lincoln had almost managed to get out of the Santiago girl's hold. Only for the two to stop when the sound of an explosion tore through the sound waves. Startled by the sound, the entire student body pressed themselves to the glass windows to get a glimpse of the cause of the sound. Only for everyone's jaw to drop when they laid eyes on the alien spacecraft flying above the highway, and blasting buildings to smithereens.
The ear piercing screams were all that were heard from there, even over the emergency alarm, as the students blindly followed the orders to head to the last three cars for immediate evac. Said cars shifted as they expanded to compensate for the flood of kids and pre-teens that barreled into them. Lincoln and Ronnie stood atop the seats directing the crowd into the cars, ignoring Clyde's cried for them to come with. Not like they could've heard him, he was overshadowed by the running kids screaming, and lost in said crowd himself so he was practically useless.
As the last of the kids entered the expanded buses, the crowd had finally calmed down enough to form a single coherent thought: who told them to head to the last three cars? The sound of smashing glass brought everyone's attention to the expanded doorway, leaving them with widened eyes at what they saw. The glass protecting the emergency evacuation lever was shattered, with tiny shards of glass scattered about the floor. Next to the lever was a smirking Ronnie Anne with her skateboard in hand, though in between her hand and floor and twirling it was a more accurate description, and a serious faced Lincoln Loud who pulled the lever, causing the emergency blast door to come down and separate both them and the three cars from the bus.
Various students came forward to the door and started banging on it, futily yelling at the two to open the door and come with them. But it was already to late. The emergency ramps built into the highway activated as the detached cars approached them, allowing them to slide down safely, and reach an easy stop in wait for the police.
The remaining kids aboard the bus shared a quick look at one another before nodding, and bolting toward the front car, hoping to get the thing off of the highway before it was blasted into slag. Upon reaching the seventh car however, they were quickly met with the ominous glow of a laser that was heading straight toward them.
The car was broken from the rest of it's kin as it burst into a fiery, smoke spewing, momentarily flying inferno of death that crashed into the highway.
Before the reaper could move to possibly claim two new deceased souls however, the smoke of the grounded blaze was blown away as two streaks of orange and purple light emerged from the wreckage, and landed soundly on the roof of the sixth car. The light of the streaks faded to reveal two figures dressed in mask and bodysuits that matched in all but color and physique.
The male of the two was dressed in a bodysuit that was primarily orange from his sides to his arms and legs, and black from his neck to his pelvis in the front, neck to his butt in the back, as well as his hands. He wore black fingerless gauntlets that stopped with a point at his elbows, and had orange gems in the backhands. Alongside the bodysuit and gauntlets, he wore simple black boots that pointed upwards at the knees, black shoulder pads, and a pumpkin orange scarf that flowed behind him in the wind. Upon his chest was white capital G.
The girl next to him was dressed in a bodysuit that almost matched the boy's one for one. But whereas the boy had nothing on his back, she had a silvery grey sickle on her back that held a skateboard, black elbow pads, and the knuckles of her gauntlets had spikes on them. Instead of orange she had purple, and the backhands of her gauntlets lacked any gems as they were in her shoulder pads. Also unlike her companion, she lacked a scarf, and had pockets at the front of her suit that were much like that of ones found on a sweatshirt.
Adorning their faces were mask that consisted of black domino mask that covered most of the upper halves of their faces that came with blank white eyes that hid their real ones, and white face mask with outlines that looked like something out of a japanese sentai show.
"Woah," Said the boy in an excited and surprised tone, "Lisa what upgrades did you give these things? That was much faster than last time."
"Yeah brainiac, what'd you do," Asked the girl in the same tone as her companion, "Because the last time we transformed it took three hours."
"Your jest aside Ronnie Anne, the exact upgrades to the guardian suits are far too complicated to spout in a short amount of time," The kid genius said as she mentally basked in her brother's excitement at her success, "To greatly paraphrase: the suits have been upgraded to allow you to summon your weapons faster with less energy consumption, as well as transform yourselves in seven point five billionths of a second. The new activation phrase is "Guard on", and limiters have been placed so that neither of you burn yourselves out."
"Sweet," Ronnie said as she flexed her muscles and stretched to get a feel of the suit.
"Are the upgrades satisfactory elder brother," Lisa asked.
"Satisfactory? Lisa, these suits are amazing, and we haven't even faced off against anything yet," The boy paused for a bit before realizing that his sister was probably confused, "And what I mean by that is-."
"No need to explain dear brother," Lisa interrupted, "The news is already getting coverage of the alien craft's attack on Royal Woods. I suspect that they were the reading's I have been picking up these past few months. Their leader is probably around here somewhere, find them and deal with them accordingly."
"Not that I'm against violence on something that tried to kill me and my boyfriend," Ronnie said with the eyes of her mask emoting her deadpan expression, "But whatever happened to reasoning?"
"They enacted a hostile attack on civilians both young and old, diplomacy and reason were over before they could begin." Ronnie shrugged at the response before turning to the discount albino next to her with a mischievous look. Catching the look, the boy returned one of his own before the two sprinted across the roof of the car toward the front of the bus. "I wonder if it would be tactless to call in for backup."
Little did anyone know was that an invisible ship was hovering over the bus, watching them.
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