I do not own smash brothers, X-files, or the Justice League... Man...i don't own much of anything.


Falco

The Justice League was in need of recruits. Kirby's last hunger induced rampage decimated their numbers.

Desperate for people to enforce the peace, they settled for hiring of mercenaries who were of good nature.

The standards must have been quite lax since Falco was one of them.

He was wandering around, looking for the cafeteria. He hoped to get a meal consisting of gravy and roast turkey.

That was an hour ago.

Falco cursed himself for forgetting to get the holographic map from that Martian. In addition, for some reason, that Martian was not answering his com signal. That jerk was in for a beat down, Falco style!


An alarm rung out and the heroes that occupied the Watch Tower came rushing in.

The giant view display showed Doomsday rampaging through Metropolis.

"It's Doomsday!" screamed one of the mercenaries, "he's come back to life!"

"Hmmm," mused Green Arrow, "you think. I mean the way he tears up steel like tissue paper, the ugly face, that horrible ponytail, those crystalline structures protruding out of that sickly grey skin, that's just uncharacteristic of a feral psychopath like Doomsday. It's probably not him at all."

Green Arrow snaps his fingers. "Why I believe it's Richard Simmons! I think he just wants some attention, perhaps a hug."

"Now is not the time for jesting, Oliver," said J'onn, from the central control, placed up high. "We must hold him off until the more powerful elements of the Justice League arrive."

He starred grimly at the gathering below.

"However, I can't in good conscience send any of you to fight him. I would be literally sending you to your deaths. Therefore, I won't think any less if none of you are willing to battle this monster."

The gathering murmured amongst themselves, some ashamed at their perceived cowardice.

Falco managed to arrive at the control center and saw the Martian delegating to the people down below. He points a finger at him and shouts.

"That's my prey!"

Unfortunately, for him, from any other angle, he looked like he was pointing at the display of Doomsday. The entire congregation looked at him in shock and awe.

"You want to take him on?" asked Green Arrow, stunned.

Falco, realizing his mistake, pointed more directly at the Martian and said again, "that's my prey!"

"Wow," gushed one of the women, "you're really brave for taking on someone who killed Superman."

Falcon turned white underneath his feathers and pointed more frantically at Martian.

"Do you see that," said one of the mercenaries, "he wants to go toe-toe right now. Not even the thought of having every bone in his body crushed to dust, or the extreme likely hood of being ripped apart limb by limb and eaten alive, is making him flinch!"

Everyone cheered and started dragging him to the transporter pad. All the while, Falco was trying to escape, flailing his limbs and constantly shouting, "That's my prey!"

"Look at him go," crowed Green Arrow, "he must really want to take him head on!"

They tossed him onto the transportation pad, which activated immediately the moment he made contact. He found himself in the ruins of a building. Several meters from him was Doomsday, destroying a telephone booth.

Falco groaned in fear and anger. Could things possibly get any worst?

After that last thought, two more teleportation columns flashed right behind him.

"Hi," said one of them, "I'm Biggs and this is Wedge."

Wedge gave a peace sign.

"With us on your side, there's no possible way you can lose!"

Link

Special agent Mulder was quite pissed off today. He circled on his calendar for this day, that he would find the truth. Of course, every day seemed to end failure in his search for the truth. But what if today was that day. He would be missing it.

He turned to Scully.

"Scully," he whined, impatiently, "why are we here. I need to check this UFO sighting in California."

"Mulder," said his partner, tiredly, "do you remember who called to inform you?"

Mulder nodded. "Sure, although I found it strange those teenagers kept slurring every word and kept calling me 'dude.' Odd, yes, but damn it, c'mon Scully, I'm sure we'll find the truth this time!"

Scully shook her head in disbelief. She resumed watching the suspect through the one-way mirror.

"So," asked Mulder, "who is this person?"

"This is Link," replied Scully, "we believe that he is connected to a credit card fraud ring."

"So," puzzled Mulder, "what does that have to do with us?"

Scully turned her eyes and stared at him, one eyebrow raised.

"It's our job to crack down on criminal activity, remember?"

Mulder scratched his head. "Well, that explains the pile of files on my desk."

Scully took another sip of coffee and restrained herself from choking her partner.

"No wonder Skinner's been chewing me out," she said angrily to her partner.

Mulder shrugged mildly in response.

"Look," hissed Scully, "just interrogate him."

"Fine," said Mulder, and he went into the room. He pulled up a chair and sat directly across Link.

"So, Link, you're in a very precarious situation."

Mulder leans forward and mutters in a low voice. "Jail time is inevitable. Here's the deal: You list the names, locations, and procedures of your operation. I will see to it that the D.A. cuts you a deal. Agreed?"

Link just stares at him.

"Are you deaf," inquired Mulder.

Link shook his head.

"Then answer me!"

Link tried to gesture that he could not talk. Mulder assumed that he was doing gang signs.

"You think you can intimidate me by threatening me with your gang connections?"

Link shook his head again, trying to get through to him that this was all a big misunderstanding. Mulder just assumed more gang signs.

"Alright, it's time for plan B." He takes out his semi-automatic pistol.

"I'm going to count to ten. If you don't answer, I'm going to fire." He aims the pistol at Link's leg.

Link stares wide eye at the weapon. As scared as he was though, he still couldn't say anything.

"Ten," began Mulder, "nine, eigh-"

Scully bursts into the room. "Mulder, just stop it! If you want to see your aliens, than go ahead! Leave!"

Mulder smiles, and calmly holsters his gun. He gave a wave of good-bye to Link and Scully.

"The truth is out there," he annouced.

"Along with your sanity," retorted Scully.

Mulder chuckled off her stinging comeback and walked out of the room.