Well well WELL, what do we have here? A multi-chaptered epic of my favorite static shock hero's adventures? WHY YES, YES IT IS.

I have been WAITING to finally make something big! Be forewarned, this will be a LONG and WONDERFUL journey. But I can promise you, unless I tragically die beforehand, it WILL be finished.

Alas though, this is just the prologue and you will all have to wait to see what Richie and V are up to!

Disclaimer: Definitely don't own Static Shock or its characters. No money is made. Don't sue me. HOLLA.

Edwin Alva considered himself to be a very giving and gracious individual

Of course, the ends were never without means, but those were minor details. In truth, he had the best that money and cunning could buy; he had a successful company, a powerful hold on the city of Dakota, and though he had only been reunited with him recently, a promising son.

And an even more promising future.

The sounds of his cane and footsteps echoed across the tiles of the long hallway he found himself in. Receding in the distance were the many sounds the lab he was leaving; machines running, monitors sounding, liquid bubbling about. He encountered two security check points along the way, and after offering positive retina and fingerprint scans, he was allowed to pass through them. It seemed almost redundant, considering that he owned the scanners themselves.

But this thought was a brief flash across his mind before being replaced by a more pressing matter.

The experiment within the lab

His son.

Edwin Alva Jr's return had...changed things, to say the least. Before his son was turned to stone, Edwin Alva Sr had to admit, he had taken little interest in his only son. The boy had been timid, un-interesting, and showed no particular skills in anything other than being a typical lazy teenager.

That was, of course, before he had become the super villain 'Omnifarious' and attracted his father's attention. Even though he was using his new powers against him, Alva had to admit he was impressed by the boys resourcefulness and sheer nerve. He immediately reconsidered the opinion he held of the boy at the time, even though his son wasn't yet up to par with the skills it took to successfully fuel Alva's future operations. Those particular skills could be learned in time, now that Alva Sr. had recognized his boy's potential.

Naturally though, as the most carefully thought out ideas usually go, this had not gone according to plan. His son had been turned to stone, and it took many months to restore him to his natural state, precious time that Alva Sr. did not have.

It had been a long walk from the lab to his penthouse office. Alva was spent, mentally and physically, from his visit to his son. The boy's condition was stable, but he needed to be kept isolated from the open air until Alva had completed his plan. Edwin Alva Jr. may have been restored from stone, but he was still a meta human, and caution had to be observed with his condition.

It was detrimental to Alva's plan that his son was not effected by the toxin being administered to the rest of the city.

Alva set down his cane as he settled into the large lounge chair before his desk. The room was dark, the only light coming from a wall of windows facing the back of his chair. Outside, the city was bathed in the fiery orange light of the Dakota sunset. The orange light contrasted deeply with the long black shadows in Alva's office. He rubbed his eyes in frustration.

There were still so many things to do. He had to make sure that St. Morgans was locked down, keep feeding the media with false stories and connections, and keep public opinion of all this to a minimum. Not to mention the condition of his son, who had a limited time to learn a lifetime of skills that would be needed to face the task ahead. And of course that was without addressing Edwin Alva Sr's condition altogether.

With that he remembered a forgotten chore. His memory wasn't what it used to be.

Shaking his head, he drew a key out of his breast pocket. The second drawer to the left opened with a slight click from the key, and he fished out a bottle of pills. Just as he was fiddling with the cap of the orange prescription bottle, a female voice sounded from the intercom on his desk.

"Sir, Dr. Todd is here to see you. He says its an emergency.".A loud click sounded as she switched off the transmitter. It was Ariana, the new desk receptionist. Alva had told her time and time again not to allow unscheduled guests, but tonight...anything that caused Dr. Todd to be even slightly alarmed was reason for a brief meeting.

Though why the man couldn't call was beyond him

"Send him in. And screen all my calls for the next hour. No interruptions." Alva barked in response, slightly annoyed.

"Yes sir.". The receiver made a noise filled with static, and the room was silent once again.

Upon opening the bottle, Alva retrieved a very small white pill from its depths. He replaced the bottle, locked the drawer, and swung his chair around to face the opposite wall of windows. The city of Dakota found itself in the gray area between sunset and twilight. The sun itself was no longer visible, having long ago fallen behind the silhouette of the city skyline. But the bright colors of its demise remained, bathing the city in its last light. The sight would have been beautiful, especially from the height of his office, if Alva didn't have so much on his mind already. Just as the old man placed the pill on his tongue, a knock from a door sounded.

He was getting too old for this.

The old man smiled at the slightly clichéd thought. He gazed at the sunset a moment and thought of the soon approaching time when age would be the least of his worries. He was like the setting sun before him, glowing on until there was nothing left.

But unlike this sun, he was leaving behind a legacy

"Enter" He said loudly to the knock at the door. He heard the voice recondition security give a faint beeping noise in response, and the metal door sliding open. Footsteps crossed the threshold.

His legacy was the promise of a new morning yet to come.