Welcome to Malibu Base!
To Wizard1: Yup, Hardcase is the Beach Head of Malibu Base. Oh he's got a stuffed friend, too. But it's no bear. Gonzalez is relatively sane, and the man can cook, but he has a mutant relative, and he is insane in one way. You'll find out soon.
To Sparky Genocide: Now that sounds one kick-butt idea! A beach party! Maybe at the end.
To Red Witch: You are not kidding when you say Hardcase and Beach Head have a lot in common. I read some of your new stuff. Fantastic! Arcade needs to get slapped across the face!
Metal Dragon1: Hmm, cool. I see what I can do with this guy. I can see Lockheed, Polly, and BR getting drunk and playing poker for some reason. What kind of monkey is Blast Radius? Does he help Firestorm with explosive- laying?
Chapter 5: Situation in Malibu!
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(Malibu High School) (A/N: I made this place up.)
A high school reunion was going on right now. People had gathered at their old alma mater to observe how their old girlfriends and friends had changed and what they were up to now. In particular we focus on one man: A big muscular guy with long brown hair in a ponytail and in a tuxedo. His name was Jack Trent. In his class, he was the star quarterback in Malibu High.
"Well, I wonder why Farley never showed up." Jack asked a blond woman he was conversing with.
"Ahh, who knows. He was teased so much back when we were kids. I heard he got laid off from Stark Industries due to downsizing. Poor guy never got a break." The blonde replied.
"Yeah." Jack said sadly. "You know, I used to tease him so much. He was so quiet and weak-looking back then. I was a being a stupid kid, you know. He never could get a date, he never played sports. All he had was his brains. Sammy was a genius." The music playing from the speakers suddenly stopped.
"Hello, old classmates! Heheheheheheheeee!!!" A voice cackled insanely. "You all thought I'd miss my old class reunion? WELL YOU'RE WRONG!!!" A wall crumbled with a BOOM, causing the old people and teachers to scatter. The Surf Master hovered in on his board. "Hello, old friends."
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(Malibu Base)
"What an insane place!" Rahne groaned. She and the other West Coast Misfits had gathered in a special "Headquarters" that the Malibu Joes prepared. It looked like a kid's dream clubhouse, with arcade games, and an air hockey table for starters. Ace and Terry were playing the games, Athena was reading on a yellow beanbag, Terrell was watching TV with John and Alison, and Kyle and Toshi were arguing.
"Hey Rahne!" Kicker smiled as she looked around. "Like this place?"
"Yeah, it is nice." Rahne admitted. Kicker gave her a box. "What is this?"
"Your new costume." Kicker smiled. "I saw the one you wore with the X-Men. It was so drab, not to mention that some of your former teammates wore costumes that looked the same." She referred to her former New Mutant teammates. "Since you're a West Coast Misfit now, I thought you should get a more individualized outfit." Rahne opened the box and revealed her new costume, a basically modified version of her old New Mutant costume: A midnight blue bodysuit with black sleeves and shoulders and midnight blue forearm bands. The gold shields on the shoulder didn't have red with a black X in the center. Now the center of the shields were midnight blue with white crescent moon painted on each one. On the chest was a fearsome- looking white wolf's head. Also in the box was a pair of white boots, and white gloves. "How do you like it?" Kicker smiled.
"It's pretty." Rahne said. "Sam, Tabby, Ray, Roberto, and Amara would be so jealous. Hey guys, check out me new costume!" Rahne happily showed off her new outfit, and the other West Coast Misfits thought it was very appropriate for her, especially Theresa.
"I AM GONNA KILL HIM!!!!" Kicker and the West Coast Misfits heard and saw Hardcase roar and run by. They were watching him run through a big window. His butt was glued to a wooden chair. "JESTER IS A DEAD MAN!!!" Kicker burst out laughing.
"Oh Jester." The blond ninja laughed. "Will you ever quit?"
"Who's Jester?" Ace asked.
"He's another Malibu Joe. Recruited from the Coast Guard." Kicker explained. "Maybe you guys will meet him later. His real name is Lt. Jerry Mahoney, a pilot from the Air Force." A man walked into the HQ. He looked like he was in his thirties, with short black hair. He wore a beige uniform, and a beige army hat. He looked like he's seen some intense combat, but his brown eyes were still friendly.
"Hello kids. I'm Commander Alex Gambini, but they call me Trojan." The man smiled. "General Whithalf is the base commander, but I make a lot of the decisions around here. I'm his second in command and his field commander." The West Coast Misfits greeted Trojan, and Toshi bowed respectfully. "I wish we could meet under better circumstances." Trojan's smile fell. "Look at this." He switched the TV to a news broadcast.
"A maniac calling himself the Surf Master has attacked Malibu High School during what appears to be an alumni reunion. No one has been able to ID the Surf Master, and he appears to be riding what is appeared to be a flying surfboard." Trojan turned off the television.
"A flying surfboard. Now I've seen it all." Ace whistled.
"A mad surfer. Only in Malibu. The Thunderbolt is not surprised." Kyle smirked. "Just give me five minutes alone with the jabroni."
"According to reports, the Surf Master's board and costume is the possible source of his powers, but some are suggesting he is a mutant. Which one of you is the leader of the team?" Trojan asked.
"I am." Theresa raised her hand.
"Okay, Siryn right?" Trojan wondered. Theresa nodded. "The Surf Master is holding the alumni reunion hostage. I want you, with Rock 'n' Roll and Kicker, to find out what he wants, and to stop him. Try to avoid any innocent casualties."
"We'll be right on it!" Kicker ran out to get the blond Malibu-born machine gunner. Theresa looked at the rag-tag team of mutants that made up the West Coast Misfits.
"Well guys, our first real mission." She said to her team-mates. "Are ye all ready?"
"If we can handle the Mimic, we can handle this." John said with conviction.
"I guess this new costume's going to see action sooner than I thought." Rahne looked at her new outfit.
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(Malibu High)
"WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" The Surf Master laughed insanely. "Oh MAN I feel good!" Jack leapt to his feet.
"Who are you? And what do you want?" Jack Trent yelled. Surf Master sneered at the ex-quarterback, and leapt off his board. He walked to the bigger man and stared right into his eyes.
"What do you think I want, Jackie?" The Surf Master threw off his eyemask angrily, causing all the attendees to gasp in shock.
"Farley!" Jack realized.
"My God!" Another man breathed.
"The dweeb?" A woman looked amazed. Farley angrily shot a glance at the woman, and pointed a fist at her. From a hidden tiny nozzle, a stream of super-cooled water fired, dousing the woman and encasing her in ice.
"I AM NOT A DWEEEEEB!!!!!" Farley screamed. "I've had to put up with that EVERY SINGLE %&$#@( DAY back in high school!!" He giggled madly as he turned to Jack. "I admired you man!" He snapped. "You got the girls! Girls thought I was a sicko! You got the popularity! Everyone avoided me! People moved out of your way! People trampled me!"
"Look man, I know I teased you." Jack tried to calm down Farley. It was obvious something in Farley's brain went bye-bye. "I regret it now."
"In my head." Farley seethed. "In my %$&#@* head! I still hear it! I still hear you beating me! I still hear you calling me names and making the jokes! I still hear it, day in and day out! Dork! Nerd! Dweeb! Freak! Retard! NO MORE!!!!" Farley pointed his fist at the big man. "How does it feel now, huh?! HUH?!" Farley's face displayed pure insanity. "Now you're the dweeb! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!" A sonic scream pierced the air, causing everyone to cover their ear. "You all ignored me, stepped on me, made fun of me, and shot down my dreams! I know all of you tried to make sure I couldn't get a decent life. Didn't expect I'd finally fight back, huh? And in such a grand fashion! Now I'm gonna turn all of you into popsicle and destroy you! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Farley and the others screamed. Siryn swooped down, clad in her green-and-yellow costume with the black-and-yellow flaps on the sides and arms. Farley shook his head as he tried to get the ringing out of his ears. He quickly put back on his eye mask before the Irish teen mutant saw his face. Siryn glared at Surf Master.
"Alright, you whacko. It's over." She said in her Irish accent.
"Not this time, girlie!" Surf Master screamed as he fired a water jet at Siryn.
Here we go! Looks like things are kicking into overdrive! What'll happen next? How will the West Coast Misfits fare against Surf Master? Can they beat the insane inventor/surfer? What kind of powers does the Surf Master have? Find out in the next exciting chapter!
To Wizard1: Yup, Hardcase is the Beach Head of Malibu Base. Oh he's got a stuffed friend, too. But it's no bear. Gonzalez is relatively sane, and the man can cook, but he has a mutant relative, and he is insane in one way. You'll find out soon.
To Sparky Genocide: Now that sounds one kick-butt idea! A beach party! Maybe at the end.
To Red Witch: You are not kidding when you say Hardcase and Beach Head have a lot in common. I read some of your new stuff. Fantastic! Arcade needs to get slapped across the face!
Metal Dragon1: Hmm, cool. I see what I can do with this guy. I can see Lockheed, Polly, and BR getting drunk and playing poker for some reason. What kind of monkey is Blast Radius? Does he help Firestorm with explosive- laying?
Chapter 5: Situation in Malibu!
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(Malibu High School) (A/N: I made this place up.)
A high school reunion was going on right now. People had gathered at their old alma mater to observe how their old girlfriends and friends had changed and what they were up to now. In particular we focus on one man: A big muscular guy with long brown hair in a ponytail and in a tuxedo. His name was Jack Trent. In his class, he was the star quarterback in Malibu High.
"Well, I wonder why Farley never showed up." Jack asked a blond woman he was conversing with.
"Ahh, who knows. He was teased so much back when we were kids. I heard he got laid off from Stark Industries due to downsizing. Poor guy never got a break." The blonde replied.
"Yeah." Jack said sadly. "You know, I used to tease him so much. He was so quiet and weak-looking back then. I was a being a stupid kid, you know. He never could get a date, he never played sports. All he had was his brains. Sammy was a genius." The music playing from the speakers suddenly stopped.
"Hello, old classmates! Heheheheheheheeee!!!" A voice cackled insanely. "You all thought I'd miss my old class reunion? WELL YOU'RE WRONG!!!" A wall crumbled with a BOOM, causing the old people and teachers to scatter. The Surf Master hovered in on his board. "Hello, old friends."
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(Malibu Base)
"What an insane place!" Rahne groaned. She and the other West Coast Misfits had gathered in a special "Headquarters" that the Malibu Joes prepared. It looked like a kid's dream clubhouse, with arcade games, and an air hockey table for starters. Ace and Terry were playing the games, Athena was reading on a yellow beanbag, Terrell was watching TV with John and Alison, and Kyle and Toshi were arguing.
"Hey Rahne!" Kicker smiled as she looked around. "Like this place?"
"Yeah, it is nice." Rahne admitted. Kicker gave her a box. "What is this?"
"Your new costume." Kicker smiled. "I saw the one you wore with the X-Men. It was so drab, not to mention that some of your former teammates wore costumes that looked the same." She referred to her former New Mutant teammates. "Since you're a West Coast Misfit now, I thought you should get a more individualized outfit." Rahne opened the box and revealed her new costume, a basically modified version of her old New Mutant costume: A midnight blue bodysuit with black sleeves and shoulders and midnight blue forearm bands. The gold shields on the shoulder didn't have red with a black X in the center. Now the center of the shields were midnight blue with white crescent moon painted on each one. On the chest was a fearsome- looking white wolf's head. Also in the box was a pair of white boots, and white gloves. "How do you like it?" Kicker smiled.
"It's pretty." Rahne said. "Sam, Tabby, Ray, Roberto, and Amara would be so jealous. Hey guys, check out me new costume!" Rahne happily showed off her new outfit, and the other West Coast Misfits thought it was very appropriate for her, especially Theresa.
"I AM GONNA KILL HIM!!!!" Kicker and the West Coast Misfits heard and saw Hardcase roar and run by. They were watching him run through a big window. His butt was glued to a wooden chair. "JESTER IS A DEAD MAN!!!" Kicker burst out laughing.
"Oh Jester." The blond ninja laughed. "Will you ever quit?"
"Who's Jester?" Ace asked.
"He's another Malibu Joe. Recruited from the Coast Guard." Kicker explained. "Maybe you guys will meet him later. His real name is Lt. Jerry Mahoney, a pilot from the Air Force." A man walked into the HQ. He looked like he was in his thirties, with short black hair. He wore a beige uniform, and a beige army hat. He looked like he's seen some intense combat, but his brown eyes were still friendly.
"Hello kids. I'm Commander Alex Gambini, but they call me Trojan." The man smiled. "General Whithalf is the base commander, but I make a lot of the decisions around here. I'm his second in command and his field commander." The West Coast Misfits greeted Trojan, and Toshi bowed respectfully. "I wish we could meet under better circumstances." Trojan's smile fell. "Look at this." He switched the TV to a news broadcast.
"A maniac calling himself the Surf Master has attacked Malibu High School during what appears to be an alumni reunion. No one has been able to ID the Surf Master, and he appears to be riding what is appeared to be a flying surfboard." Trojan turned off the television.
"A flying surfboard. Now I've seen it all." Ace whistled.
"A mad surfer. Only in Malibu. The Thunderbolt is not surprised." Kyle smirked. "Just give me five minutes alone with the jabroni."
"According to reports, the Surf Master's board and costume is the possible source of his powers, but some are suggesting he is a mutant. Which one of you is the leader of the team?" Trojan asked.
"I am." Theresa raised her hand.
"Okay, Siryn right?" Trojan wondered. Theresa nodded. "The Surf Master is holding the alumni reunion hostage. I want you, with Rock 'n' Roll and Kicker, to find out what he wants, and to stop him. Try to avoid any innocent casualties."
"We'll be right on it!" Kicker ran out to get the blond Malibu-born machine gunner. Theresa looked at the rag-tag team of mutants that made up the West Coast Misfits.
"Well guys, our first real mission." She said to her team-mates. "Are ye all ready?"
"If we can handle the Mimic, we can handle this." John said with conviction.
"I guess this new costume's going to see action sooner than I thought." Rahne looked at her new outfit.
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(Malibu High)
"WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" The Surf Master laughed insanely. "Oh MAN I feel good!" Jack leapt to his feet.
"Who are you? And what do you want?" Jack Trent yelled. Surf Master sneered at the ex-quarterback, and leapt off his board. He walked to the bigger man and stared right into his eyes.
"What do you think I want, Jackie?" The Surf Master threw off his eyemask angrily, causing all the attendees to gasp in shock.
"Farley!" Jack realized.
"My God!" Another man breathed.
"The dweeb?" A woman looked amazed. Farley angrily shot a glance at the woman, and pointed a fist at her. From a hidden tiny nozzle, a stream of super-cooled water fired, dousing the woman and encasing her in ice.
"I AM NOT A DWEEEEEB!!!!!" Farley screamed. "I've had to put up with that EVERY SINGLE %&$#@( DAY back in high school!!" He giggled madly as he turned to Jack. "I admired you man!" He snapped. "You got the girls! Girls thought I was a sicko! You got the popularity! Everyone avoided me! People moved out of your way! People trampled me!"
"Look man, I know I teased you." Jack tried to calm down Farley. It was obvious something in Farley's brain went bye-bye. "I regret it now."
"In my head." Farley seethed. "In my %$&#@* head! I still hear it! I still hear you beating me! I still hear you calling me names and making the jokes! I still hear it, day in and day out! Dork! Nerd! Dweeb! Freak! Retard! NO MORE!!!!" Farley pointed his fist at the big man. "How does it feel now, huh?! HUH?!" Farley's face displayed pure insanity. "Now you're the dweeb! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!" A sonic scream pierced the air, causing everyone to cover their ear. "You all ignored me, stepped on me, made fun of me, and shot down my dreams! I know all of you tried to make sure I couldn't get a decent life. Didn't expect I'd finally fight back, huh? And in such a grand fashion! Now I'm gonna turn all of you into popsicle and destroy you! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Farley and the others screamed. Siryn swooped down, clad in her green-and-yellow costume with the black-and-yellow flaps on the sides and arms. Farley shook his head as he tried to get the ringing out of his ears. He quickly put back on his eye mask before the Irish teen mutant saw his face. Siryn glared at Surf Master.
"Alright, you whacko. It's over." She said in her Irish accent.
"Not this time, girlie!" Surf Master screamed as he fired a water jet at Siryn.
Here we go! Looks like things are kicking into overdrive! What'll happen next? How will the West Coast Misfits fare against Surf Master? Can they beat the insane inventor/surfer? What kind of powers does the Surf Master have? Find out in the next exciting chapter!