I own nothing except the ideas of how I am planning to merge two divergent worlds into a hopefully coherent story.

Just want to chip in something. A lot of people complained about depowering superman and wonder woman. A few things about this:

1- they are limitted for now but not powerless, so saying they are depowered is ike saying a 10mt nuke is weaker then a 50mt nuke. It's still a massive amount of explosive power.

2- that i wrote myself into a corner. no. It was ALWYS my plan to have some litmits on kal and diana's abilities, since it is the only way to make it even remotely thrteatening for them to exist in the world of the boys there is no kruptonite. There is no magic in this world. No darkseid, doomsday, mongul, or others on a level with clark and diana so without some limits, there is no reason for the story in the 1st place

3- limits are subjective. Think Man of Steel. Faoru and Non able to tank cruise missles that destroy city blocks, throw train engines weighing about 168 tonnes aka 369,000 lbs. A kryptonian wearing a suit to PREVENT influence from external environment (including the sun) THREW THAT TRAIN. At least 50ft in the air for the distance of at least 2 football fields aka 200yds or over 600ft. DOES THAT SEEM WEAK?

4- Diana's strength is not affective, only her inately magical abilities. The lasso, her shield and armor, her ability to communicate with animals, quick change into and out of armor, ability to control lightning. She is still resistent to lightning and as strong as ever, which puts her on par with a non powered Kryptonian aka from MoS.

5- Never assume you know what the author is planning. You are the reading, you can make guesses about what is giong to happen, but you ARE NOT the author and therefore you DO NOT KNOW what the author is planning or intending to do. If you don't like the story, then complain about what you don't like that is written, but you can not complain about parts that are not YET written since you DO NOT KNOW what is going to come next, not matter how smart you think you are.

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Clark and Diana had been in this new world for a little over two months now. In that time, they had expanded on their plans. Their gold and silver mine initial expedition had expanded to include a diamond mine in the same area. They had hired crews to work the mines and now were the owners of an up and coming mining conglomerate. They were being courted for sale by some of this world's mining monopolies, including Vought Mining.

They had refused all offers, instead hiring away some of the best workers in the field from around the world. They enticed the workers with a number of novel opportunities. These included a profit sharing plan based on individual effort and total sales calculated at daily prices of materials, a 7hr work day at a hourly wage equal to double the standard work day. A max daily run of 14hours equal to 2 shifts of workers and of which only 6hrs per shift were underground in the mine.

The other hour was for daily training on money management and investment training. Though they were no stock available now, each employee contract had a guaranteed agreement to provide all workers with at least 3 shares and to allow first sales to interested staff at a 85% discount for the next 197 shares, and a sliding scale of discounts up to 1000 shares with a min of 15%.

Other benefits included full health coverage for all employees and their dependants, as well as up to 5 additional family members at no additional cost to the workers. Workers could then option to add additional coverage with the cost taken from wages for up to a further 5 individuals. The health benefits provided full coverage for all medical conditions both new and preexisting for the employee and family. It also covered any mental health needs and dental, vision, and special needs requirements were all covered.

Clark and Diana put each employee from the youngest miner to the janitorial staff to the secretary pool under the strictest background check they could run. They ensured that there were no one with any loyalty or potentially exploitable ties to Vought. They didn't want anything they did with the mines to be leaked to Vought and had enough material on that companies practice to know they were far from adverse to a little bribery or blackmail of K&T Mining Corps employees to get material on the new and expanding company.

Aside from their mining exploits, the two had also expanded on their other plans. Clark and Diana had decided to spread their influence to different parts of the US. Clark had basically set up a little remote location along the Canadian/US border in Montana, while Diana had created a base in Colorado. Their decision was partially based on continuing to avoid direct confrontation with the Seven who seemed to restrict themselves mostly to the Tri-state area and the Eastern seaboard.

As predicted, Vought had managed to almost completely shrug off the revelations made through the incident at the asylum. Their propaganda machine was even more efficient and capable then Clark had thought, and aside from a small loss of less then 1% of sales and public confidence, they were soon back to normal function. There were some changes though. Annie was no longer among the Seven. Vought had reassigned her to a much less public role with a group known as the Female Fowls.

The Fowls were a trio of supes who had the appearance and abilities similar to birds. They looked essentially like anthropomorphic birds to various degrees. They consisted of Owla- a Latina woman with white feathers, large yellow eyes and a beak on other wise human looking head who had owl like talons with an disposable thumb for hands and large wings that allowed her to glide silently through the air. They weren't quite strong enough to allow for full flight, but she could glide through the air at the speed and with as little sound as the feathered beauty to which she was compared. She also had the ability to 'speak' to owls.

After Owla came Peri. The youngest of the trio and the one with the fewest external markers, Peri sported an eagle like beak and wings, with eagle talon ed feet. She also sported large wings growing from her back that unlike Owla, did allow for full flight. Her feathers were identical to her namesake- the peregrine falcon, and she could fly and dive at speeds similar to that diving missile as well. Unlike Owla, she could not speak to her feathered family, and her beak was merely an extended nose and non functional. Beneath the beak was a normal human mouth. When flying, she had to wear goggles to protect her eyes from the wind shear and a mask to prevent damage to her throat and lungs.

The final member of Annie's new team was also the most bird like. Viktoire LaDouce aka Dove, was a french girl born to the French Ambassador and her husband a shipping magnate who after her birth slowly started to change and transform into a being that was more bird then girl. Her head was almost entirely that of her namesake. Her body was shaped like that of a bird as well, except that she had longer human legs and feet. Her arms were her wings, with small hands and wrists growing out of the end of the feathered appendages. She could speak some, but mostly communicated with chirps and coos and whistles. She too could fly and not just glide.

Annie was not welcomed easily by the girls, who had long been relegated to the tiny area of Coney Island as their home roost. The girls heard the constant jokes and pitying looks they received when out patrolling and fighting crime. They were even less enthused by the creepy fanboys who stalked them wanting to know about any unusual sexual quirks and desires they felt. Rumours about their sexual freakishness abounded nearly as far as those regarding The Deep and his dubious exploits with various sea creatures.

Annie was an outsider, a visual representation of what they would never be. Tall, blonde, beautiful and powerful. Sought after by the media and public and a literal poster-girl for supe and female empowerment, she was everything they hated. They fought her inclusion in their group, but as they were entirely under Vought's thumb due to special health needs forced by their twisted genetic make up, they could not outright refuse or dismiss her.

Annie had been working hard to gain their trust, after watching how they worked and concluding that they at least were following a true path of heroism. They spent more time fighting crime and helping people, going as far as to rescue pets from trees or off ledges of buildings. They accepted the clearly reluctant thanks of the adults and exulted in spending time with some of the children, even being willing to take some of the braver and more adventurous for flights around the island.

Dove was particularly popular with the children and parents as she was the least ferocious looking. Parents going on ride spotting her, would often ask her to look after their children for the length of the ride, or to allow the parents an hour or two of time parading the tourist attractions on the island, knowing their children would be safe with the young heroine.

Annie followed their lead, which suited her own desires as well. She walked the island in her original uniform, eagerly discarding the tacky and revealing fabric forced on her by the handlers at Vought Tower. She would have rebelled further, but she was frankly surprised that she had been allowed to get out alive after it was revealed that she'd been involved in the exposure of details Vought had tried so hard to hid. She still looked around every day to see if Black Noir or Stormfront or Homelander would appear from nowhere and kill her. She made sure that her apartment in the Fowl Roost was always well lit, going as far as pushing all furniture against the walls and putting the bed directly on the floor with out a frame so no one could hide beneath it. There were no shadows for Black Noir to hide in in her home.

Of course, she spent most nights with Hughie at his new home in a secure building funded by the CIA. Hughie and the Boys had signed on with the new CIA task force and taking up roles looking into the excesses of the various super heroes in the country. So far, 14 supes had been arrested for their crimes and already 4 of them were undergoing trials and expected to be found guilty. Sadly, Stormfront had avoided any back lash as Vought was able to spin the story that she was NOT in fact Klara Vought nee Risinger, but was the grand daughter of the founders of Vought Industries. Her actions at the facility were explained as being akin to euthanasia, bringing an end to the suffering caused by misfired alterations caused by a badly comprised stolen and manufactured Compound V.

The emergence of further super terrorist threats around the world fuelled the fear caused by the footage of some of the individuals held in the facility. Watching a girl of apparently 14 or 15 open her mouth and shoot out a blast of green radiation that burned her family to death and left lingering radiation that was 10x more dangerous then the bombs dropped in WW2 was an eye opener to the people. They wanted to be protected against such threats and Vought's spin that the company had known such threats were coming and they had spent the last 70yrs trying to built up a defensive force to protect America from powered godless heathens was praised by fearful, gullible people the world over. Other nations started negotiations with Vought to produce heroes of their own, and Vought no longer needed to worry about getting supes in the Army, as they now had a global market for their human shaped products. Already, Atrain had been signed to move to London and take up the lead of a new team there. Young heroes through the US were now starting the grooming process to travel overseas and spread Vought's influence outside of the US Borders.

When Vought announced that they had reviewed the material and testing down at the now closed horror house, and had found a way to possible provide temporary powers to full grown adults with a single injection of Compound V, the stock prices soared as people began lining up and paying down payments for a dose. Vought was even starting to sell packages of designed Compound V with any desired power. There was even a subscription service being arranged where for a low, low price, you could get what was essentially a prescription for your desired dose. Since each dose was not a permanent granting of power, if you could not get a second dose, it would wear off. Vought claimed that depending on power use and power type, this powered period could last any where from 24hrs to 2 weeks. Rumour had it that black market sale of pre-order tickets were going for over $3000 a pop.

A ringing distracted Annie and she shook her head to clear it from the depressing thoughts. She grabbed her phone from the table. "Yes?" she asked, having not checked the id on the screen.

"Annie, this is Diana. I was wondering if you and your girls are free this coming weekend. I have a lead on a situation here in the Rockies and I could use the help of a group with their abilities."

Annie felt a surge of excitement and pride as the woman she was starting to idolize treated her as an equal. "I'm available, but I'll need to talk to the girls. The Rockies are out of our contracted zone, and they might not be willing to buck back against Vought that strongly. I told you about some of their medical and diet needs."

Annie could almost hear the Amazon nod through the phone line. "I know, and Kal and I are working on a solution to that issue right now. We raised some capitol and bought into some of the suppliers that Vought uses to create the medicines that those poor girls need. Neither of us are biochemists or biologists, but Kal was raised on a farm and I learned a lot of healing and animal care on my home. We both have a good grasp on nutritional requirements for a variety of life forms. Kal even has a sort of zoo at his home, where he cares for some very unusual lifeforms who have unique dietary and biological needs. I think that we can work out a way to duplicate what ever Vought has created to keep them healthy. If you bring a sample of everything they have to take that they can spare, we have bought a lab that we can use to test it all to find out exactly what they need."

Annie smiled. This woman was showing herself to be worthy of being called a goddess every time they spoke. "I'll ask the girls and call you back as soon as I know. Aside from the issue with disobeying Vought, I think they might go along with it. It will give them a chance to get out of this cesspool of a city and into a new environment.

I don't think they've left the NY area since they were formed about 6 years ago. Peri is originally from Detroit, Owla was from \Minnesota and Dove was born in DC, but her parents are French diplomats who gave her up when she started to change. They've been isolated most of their lives."

|Ok. I'm on my way north to the mine. Have a few interviews for more support staff. We want to build a base hospital that can deal with most emergencies and are hiring medical crews to staff it. We're hoping for at least 2 high level surgeons, a half dozen GP's and a few specialists along with a dozen or so nurses. I won't bore you with the details but we have hopes that if we can find a way home, we can leave the company behind thriving on it's own without our direct influence."

"I'm sure it will work out, Diana." Annie stated as she got up and moved towards the door to her room. Tonight was one of the rare nights she stayed at her room in the Roost as Hughie was off with Frenchie and Kimiko tracking down a former member of Team Kix who was running a human trafficking ring.

Currently he was likely trudging through the seedy underbelly of San Diego tracking down leads. She wished she could be there with him, as she worried for his safety when he was away from her and facing off against super powered criminals. But she trusted Kimiko and Frenchie to be able to keep him safe and well, it could be worse. He could be with those hot headed idiots Butcher and Milk. Those two would be guaranteed to put them all at risk with their mouths and attitudes.

"I hope it does. We found some good people and we hope that they can make this a community and not just a company." There was a commotion over the line and then it was muffled for a moment. Diana came back on. "I have to go, there's a report of an avalanche at a ski resort and a half dozen missing snow boarders. Call me later after talking to the girls."

"I'm on the way to the den right now. Tonight is movie night, so they should all be there." Annie gave her farewells and ended the call as she reached the door, pulling it open and stepping out into the hall. Her room was located on the bottom floor of the 3 story building that housed the Female Fowls.

She took the stairs up to the 2nd floor where the den, kitchen, conference room and offices were assigned. She entered the den just as Owla was taking a seat on the sofa,with Dove resting on the back, her long tail feathers hanging over the edge of the sofa's back rest. Peri was perched on a cross bar of a swing that hung from the ceiling. "Hey Fowls, any one up for a Road \trip?"

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Homelander stared out the window of the conference room of Seven Tower. He was ignoring the prattling of that sanctimonious and pathetic creature as she continued to go over the resent numbers of sales and ratings for the various projects they were involved in. It was nothing interesting or complex and Homelander would much rather be tracking down the bastard and his bitch who claimed to be heroes. The Vought offencive propaganda of trying to portray the pair as foreign influenced terrorists had mostly failed. Their actions were too open and popular for the fear that Vought tried to instill as to their origins and motives to take root among the public.

Not one death or serious injury had resulted from any of their actions against any criminal or bystander. Saving cats from trees, directing traffic at accidents, appearing at children's parties? What kind of lame ridiculous super heroes were these two? Actually appearing in court at trials and following the mundane legal procedures? Bah.

He spun on his feet and took the floated the few feet to the table, slamming his hand down on the reinforced surface. "Enough. That is enough. Sales have not been restored to pre-incident levels, ratings are still a full 2 points down and profits are only running at 47% instead of the normal 65%. We know all this. What we need to know is how to put a stop to those fucking pieces of shit. Those ludicrous copies of us and those CIA spooks need to be dealt with. How long until the spooks try to arrest one of us? One of the Seven? They tried with Stormfront and she's having to go through that fucking garbage sensitivity training. Fucking pathetic politically correct bullshit. She should be hear, leading by my side as we take down those pricks and show the world where the true power rests."

Blackstar, a short black woman with the ability to create 1cm wide black holes anywhere within 50ft of her, snorted. "Hey man, what's your beef with them? They are dealing with the bullshit that we don't have to. Why stress about them?"

Homelander glared at the woman, his eyes lighting slightly. "Shut your fucking mouth, monkey. If I want your opinion, I'll offer you a banana and then beat it out of you. You're only hear for the optics to replace that traitor bitch Starlight. Don't think for a second you are really one of us."

Wisely, the woman remained quiet and didn't voice her objection to his behaviour. She was well aware that she was viewed by the group being merely appointed a PR appeasement to the black minority market. But she had also had a secret meeting with Stan Edgar's and had her own agenda with the Seven. It was believed the black holes she could generate could possibly be powerful enough to injure or kill Homelander. Testing showed that they could grow only to a size of 1cm, and only last for about 5 seconds, they were powerful enough to be able to suck in everything they had tested including military grade battle armor from tanks and battle ships. If placed within or even near a living being, that person was sucked into gravity well of the collapsed star within a second. Blackstar was here in case Homelander went over board and lost control and as a potential counter to the Superman.

Ashley spoke up, a hint of annoyance in her tone. "Homelander, we know that you want to kill Superman and Wonder Woman. I know you want to kill Butcher and his crew. We know you want |starlight dead. We get it. And we want to help at the least get them under our control. But this is important. If we can't raise profits and ratings, if sales stagnant or drop, then we might loose even more of the confidence of the sheep. We might not be able to expand into all the countries we are targeting with the new agenda. We have a chance to make Vought THE new world leading provider of super powers to the world. The ONLY provider if we can keep a leash on our tempers and NOT give our enemies our main line product." she shot him a look that caused him to flicker through several expressions. "By controlling the making and selling of Compound V for public use and the creation of new permanent supes, then we have control of all super powered activity in the world. And with control of supes, comes control of all the money they- YOU- generate. That means we will be able to control the politics and politicians as well. Meaning idiots like butcher can do nothing against us. They are a show of force with no real force backing them up. Let them deal with those idiots who can't control themselves and weed out the weak minded. Those with the real power will remain untouchable, and in control of the sheep."

Homelander face became thoughtful as he considered Ashley's words. They made sense to him even if it wasn't exactly the action he wanted. "I still want those two copies and Starlight to die, but I can wait. Let them deal with the little things that are beneath us as we cement are position as the true premier team of super heroes in the world."

Ashley relaxed, allowing herself to take a breath as she finally managed to get through at least a little to the highly volatile madman. Making Homelander see sense was as difficult as trying to find free parking in Manhattan.

"So how do we get some of that audience and revenue back if what we have been doing hasn't worked?" Maeve asked from her seat.

"Well, we have a few ideas..." Ashley began as she sent some files from her tablet to the large screen on the wall.

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Billy Butcher was, as usual, furious. He had woken up angry, had and angry shit and angrily drunk a cup of lousy coffee for breakfast before angrily driving into his off site office to meet with the rest of his team. There was no real or new reason for this anger, it was just his normal every day state of being. Ever since the rape and 'death' of his wife at the hands of the so-called golden boy Homelander, he'd rarely had a minute of time where he was not angry. T

here had been a brief moment of happiness when he'd discovered proof that his wife was still alive, but was hidden somewhere by Vought, but even that was shattered when he learned that her rapist had left her a present. A hellish freak of a bastard present that he now had to deal with. Homelander's rape had left his beloved with pregnant. And her whole disappearance had been to give birth to the freakish bastard offspring of a fucking rapist freakish bastard.

Upon reuniting with his wife and eventually getting her out of the fake community Vought created to house and hide her from every one, he had tried to pretend to tolerate the fucking freak but learning that he ha all of Homelander's abilities was too much. His wife knew him too well and he wasn't able to hide his disgust for the boy from her. She had refused to move in with him and had taken an apartment in a CIA safe house for herself and the boy, Ryan.

Billy's team made their office in a dilapidated brownstone complex across the street from that safe house so he could keep a personal eye on her and the boy, just waiting for the boy to star showing his true colours and follow in his father's footsteps. Ryan had been enrolled in the local school under his wife's maiden name. NO one was aware that he was the son of Homelander, the first true natural born (if you call being the son of a rapist bastard and being born in less then a week natural) second generation supe.

But Becca loved the little shit, despite how she got saddled with him. Sp if he wanted Becca in his life, he'd have to learn to deal with the freak. At least until he took after his father and tried to rape or kill some one. Then he could show Becca what the freak really was and get him away from her and put him were he belonged- 6ft under like all powered fucktards.

"What we got this morning, Mother?" he asked as he entered the main conference room.

"We got a lead on a supe from Detroit running drugs for a cartel out of Afghanistan. Come down through the St Lawrence into the great lakes and then to Detroit through Canada. Rumour is out on the street that they are going to be starting to ship in Russian guns and that a war is brewing with some of the local runners. Detroit could turn into a war zone within a few months." Milk stated as he looked over some of the maps on the table.

"So send it on to another team, we deal with NY problems and keep an on the fucking Seven. Once those shits are taken down, we can deal with piddly shit like this."

"This is from the boss. There's been signs that those same crews are also expanding to New York. A few recent gang fights and shootings starting to stir things up here too. If it gets too big too fast, the those shits going to step in and take 'em out."

"What's the bloody problem then? One set of shits taking out another seems like a good thing in my book?" Billy stated as he leaned back in his chair and put his feet on the table.

"The problem is, that while it sucks, we need a big PR win to justify the money being spent to fund the task force. And if we don't deal with this, and any of the supes do, then they get the PR boost and we look incompetent and ineffectual. Makes us going after the big guns harder if we can't prove we can deal with the little shits." Milk stated.

Billy sighed, dropping his feet and leaning forward. "Fine. When Hughie and the others get back, you and me are gonna head to Motor City and check into this. I want Frenchie to start working his contacts on this end and see what is tricklin' in." He looked at the map. "At least most the fucking freaks have scurried off back home now that fuckface and his bitch made it clear they ain't comin' to the Apple."

Milk sighed. He could agree that most of the supes were nothing more then glorified publicity hounds and utter bastards, but some of them, such as Annie and Kimiko, where just people given gifts that were really trying to help. "Look, billy, I know you got good reason to hate supes, but those two newbs ain't shown anything that justifies your hate. Everything we have, everything they do, shows that hey are what they say they are. Just 2 people with power that want to help people and protect lives. Don't gotta like 'em on a personal basis, but need to not actively hate them until they do step out of line."

Billy snorted as he stood and angrily slammed his fists into the table. "Don't be fooled, Milk. Those bloody freaks are just softening us up. This is gonna turn out to be a ploy by Vought. Pretend to clean up their act, bring in replacements for their two biggest fucks and arrange a confrontation between them. Bet they're hoping this Kal fuck and Homie-boy take each other out. Leaves them clear ti install newer and 'clean' supes to draw in the adulation of the sheep. All about the Benjamin's Milk. Don't think otherwise."

Milk shook his head, already knowing that it was a vain hope that Billy would see reason on this. He turned his mind and went back to this map, starting to detail some of the investigations and ongoing work they were running in the city to handle until their friends returned.

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Clark frowned as he hovered 230miles above the surface of the planet. He was staring down at he world, trying to make out anything new that he'd didn't recognize. This was his 10th trip to space since arriving on this world and now, there was no doubt that whatever as affecting him was now related to the slight differences in wavelengths of the solar radiation emitted by the sun. He could feel his cells drinking in the full power of the sun, just as they did back on his home world.

This meant that whatever factor was limiting his cell's absorption of solar rays on the planet was something on the planet within the atmosphere itself. This still didn't account for Diana's weakening magical abilities, but as they theorized earlier, it was likely due to the fact that so far there was no sign that magic of any kind had ever existed in this universe. He had used his visual gifts and scanned most of the planets in system, and found no signs of life anywhere. He felt a twinge that the gentle gas eating giant leviathans of Jupiter did not live on in this universe. The various gentle and some not so gentle giants of who lived and fed withing the gas giant's incredibly dense atmosphere had seemingly not evolved here.

Neither did the methane breathing sea life of Europa, or even the floating jellyfish like creature's of Neptune. He had yet to take a closer look and actually visit any of the planets as they had had a fairly busy month, but now that he knew that the sun was indeed not the source of his on planet deminishment, he could take the time to at least head to Mars seen and scan for signs that Jjonn's people had once lived there. From here, ti was nothing but a massive deserted rust ball.

Though he didn't need it to breath, he was wearing a breather mask so he could listen to radio and television broadcasts from the surface in case he was needed. It also was now connected to his cell phone so if Diana or one of their employees needed him, he could respond. So far he had been floating her for nearly 2hours, the longest time he'd spent in orbit since arriving. It was odd to not see some of the satellites he was used to or seeing different and less advanced satellites then the ones he knew. There was a space station, but it was half the size of the ISS he knew an was a circular ring design instead of an elongated tube style. It reminded him of the ship from 2001: a space odyssey in both size and appearance.

There was no James Webb telescope and Hubble was offline and falling apart. He estimate it would loose orbit within no more then 2yrs. There was no Himawari either, and he was saddened to learn that a few years ago, a preventable brush fire had raged through the Mongolian countryside, resulting in the deaths of thousands and loss of hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile land. ON their world, this fire had been stopped due to early recognition thanks to Himawari.

Deciding that if he couldn't save those people, he could at least save a piece of history, he moved toward Hubble and carefully adjusted the orbit, placing it in a spot that would allow it to remain safely circling the world below for a far longer period of time. Making a snap decision, he decided to look into who claimed ownership of the satellite and to inquire about purchasing and personally refurbishing the historical device. He would re-task it to scan for signs of extra solar life. He didn't have much with him, but his pocket computer contained enough Kryptonian tech to upgrade the human manufactured device to serve a new purpose as an ad hoc early warning system and SETI platform.

Deciding that he'd spent enough time up above the world, he allowed himself to start falling towards the surface, absent mindedly allowing his body to angle itself to a trajectory bringing him to his remote Montana cabin base. He knew Diana had plans to head to the mining camp for more interviews, but he was on the way south to arrange for the potential lease or purchase of some remote islands off the coast of Costa Rica. He had plans for a remote research station on one of the islands. The fact the islands were named 'The Five Deaths' would keep hawkers away while he and Diana build up the infrastructure for what he hoped would be project allowing them to return home. There was volcanic activity in the area he could tap into to power the facility he was planning and significant natural resources to tap into. The only reasons they were not inhabited was due to the incredibility ha nature of the shore lines preventing ships from beaching and the very thick natural cover of the unregulated natural growth making it impossible for planes or even helicopters to find safe landing spots. He and Diana did not suffer that issue, so the islands were a perfect starting point for them. Isolated, off the main lands, no native intelligent communities or life to interfere or worry about.

Project Home Please was shaping up to a good start.

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AN

another long chapter I was originally planning as 2 chapters but just could not stop the words from coming.

I hope I adequately addressed some of your concerns regarding the power issue you worried about. There is more to come that will be in next chapter or 2. Next chapter should have the Fowl road trip and a visit to Mars.