Ok, this is my first shot at a Static Shock fic and only my second story period, so be gentle! Oh, and I do not own anything blah, blah, blah! No Static, No Justice league, No animations of any kind. I do, however, own my own charecters including:

Sheryl O'cher a.k.a. The Sultry Siren (Siren for short)

Terra Moonstone a.k.a. Gia (sounds like Guy-a)

Amy and Cris Mythose a.k.a. Amethyst and Crimson of The Black Dragons

Ace Freedmen a.k.a. Eagle

If I create anyone else, I'll let you know in the first chapter they appear in.

Just so everyone knows: this story is rated R for intimate reasons later on, though swearing and stuff will be thrown in too.

Oh, and it'll have mostly streight, but some of most all kinds of relationships/ situations so if you don't like, don't read.


The big bangs were the main thing in Dakota. Bang babies left and right. Some were created immediately due to direct exposure to the gas from the explosions. Hotstreak, Talon, Ebon, Shive and the Hero Static Shock were examples of such. However, some were exposed indirectly through contaminated objects. One such was Gear. Most of the affected teens were petty criminals or gang members, the two exceptions to the rule were the above mentioned Heroes and the converted-to-good Rubber-band man.

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After the second Big Bang, all those from before "The Cure" regained their powers. That, however, was the least of it's effects (more on that later). Now on top of all the old villains there are new ones, but there are also new heroes. Rubber-band man occasionally joins the main team, but he is more of a free lance. So besides Static, who is the leader, and Gear who is the second-in-command, the three newest additions to the Shock Troops (as Static's team is called) are:

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Gia (Guy-a): wielder of the earth, molds and manipulates stone and minerals (including ores and metals) like play dough or putty.

The Black Dragons: twins who can transform into and have the powers of any kind of Dragon. They are ones who can't hide their change due to two horns on their heads and thier tails. The girl is known as Amethyst due to her slightly purple shine/highlights. The guy is known as Crimson due to his reddish shine/highlights.

Eagle: Has golden gemstones on his forehead, top of hands and feet, one on his chest/ hollow of his neck, one between shoulder blades on his back, and one at the base of his back above tailbone give him powers similar to (and also slightly weaker than) the Green lantern. Only Golden. Also he manifests Angel-like gold-brown wings on his back and a Feathered tail.

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Now, weeks after the second gas release, yet another new bang baby has emerged. The emergence of another bang baby was no longer that uncommon, the question every time is: are they a threat or a new ally? However, this time the question is a little harder to answer.

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You see, not even she knows.

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Sheryl O'cher (Oh-share) stared out her bedroom window apathetically. Though new to Dakota, she knew all about the Big Bangs and the Meta-humans created by them. They were why the rent in her apartment was so low, why insurance rates were up, and why she could get a reasonably well paying job-there were few who wanted to risk their lives working for a few bucks. Sheryl was one of those few due to several circumstances: 1.) she was an orphan 2.) her last foster parents had been both bigots and abusive so she had to get away from them 3.) and Dakota was the only place she had a chance to make it because she was basically dirt-poor. Now….now she'd loose her job, get kicked out of her apartment, and become a social leper all because of what brought her there in the first place.

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Now she was a bang baby.

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She could tell. For the last two weeks she had felt weird, unnatural. This last week the changes had become physical. Her curly, strawberry-blond hair now straight, blood red, and streaked with silver (actual metallic silver!). Her eyes the color and clarity of fine rubies. Lips that remind one of fresh, firm cherries. Though attractive, these changes let the world know she was different, thus setting her up for attacks of prejudice and hate.

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Then there was her "powers". So far, she had found that she could dematerialize her clothes while simultaneously materializing gauzy-layers all over her body. They were like second skins, she could feel them and manipulate them. They were totally opaque, so she was decently attired, and of a blue-gray-silver color depending on how the light struck them. With them she could do the most awesome thing: she could fly! True, she hadn't much experience since she hadn't left her apartment, but still!

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Another thing that had changed: her voice. The overall tone and sound had basically remained the same, but it had a sultry purr to it. That and when she sang…several times, before she figured out that the song was the reason, she had neighbors knocking at her door wanting in for no good reason. When she stopped, they wandered off in a daze.

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Now the changes seemed complete. Nothing physical had happened anyway, and she had to return to work or loose her job. She had used up all her sick days and was now hit with the dread of facing the world tomorrow. Sighing she trudged over to her bed and flopped down on it. God what am I going to do?, she thought morosely, I don't think I could stand it if I was treated like a freak again. It was bad enough in foster care and high school. I thought I was finally free of all that when I graduated and moved here two months ago. Sighing once again, she burrowed under her covers and snuggled up with her red, worn, plush fox. Hoping that sleep would come quickly, yet knowing it would not, she closed her eyes and prepared for a fitful night.

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All night she wished and prayed, tossed and turned, hoped for some way she could appear normal, if only for the hours she needed at work. She didn't care if she changed back as soon as she got home, only that she had enough time to make a living. She had always been a loner and so wouldn't miss having a social life. Her last thought before slipping into unconsciousness was that it didn't matter what she had to endure to look normal for a time. She didn't care about the consequences.

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Only later would she rue that thought.
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So how was my intro? Yes, short. Yes, kind of vague. Hey, it's just the intro! Want more? Well, I'm working on it, and

another story, and I'm moving, and I got a new car and... and... and.... ARG!!! Any way, PLEASE review!!!

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