Chapter #1 Greenhorns
Central City April 5TH, 2019 Friday. EDT 12:26pm
The sun was unobstructed and merciless. A blazing heat that beamed down onto the city, Air conditioned buildings were filled to the brink, people refusing to touch the outside of cars, and or even make it outside at all. A natural heat wave.
Speaking of which, the criminal was out and about enjoying the rather deserted streets, toasting and roasting all in a ten meter radius.
Cars exploded, the road cracked and said air conditioned buildings were caught in gulfs of flames. Screams of horror echoed through the havoc. Thus prompted the resident hero plus sidekicks to make an entrance.
In the middle of the street, wearing a bastardized firefighter suit, Heat Wave cackled hysterically as he shot streaming jets of fire onto all that came in his way. Flash, Kid Flash and a third member all stood at the far end of the road, watching the scene unfold.
"Kid, Vel, rescue the civves, I'll distract Heat Wave," Flash ordered.
The two teens nodded then shared a glance. Kid Flash wore the signature yellow and red spandex suit. Whereas his partner, who one would quickly realize was a girl, wore a mirror copy but instead was black and cyan.
The two speedsters hastily dashed towards the flaming buildings, savaging the trapped people as Flash engaged with the villain. The leaguer ran literal circles around his opponent, causing the villain to feel dizzy as well as suffocating the flames caused by the futuristic flamethrower.
On the other hand, an engulfed building started to crumble at its foundation. Cracks rode up the wall as fires burst through the windows, shattering them as a result. The shrill pleas for a rescue were drowned out by the roars of the flames. A pair of guys were stuck at the corner of a room three storeys high. They watched in horror as the fires slowly crept towards their position.
To make things worse, the audible cracks and splintering walls did little to compose the trapped civilians. Both men hugged one another as the end was near, the flames moments away before consuming them or the building falling and crushing them. Either demise seemed horrendous. As they resolved their fate a blur of nightly black and electric blue washed over them, promptly taking them along with the streak.
The two hugging men opened their eyes only to see a rather exhausted spandex-clad girl huff and clasp her knees, her chest rising and falling at a rate that instigated immense fatigue.
"Was that the last of them?" Kid Flash asked, shimmering into existence.
Finally recovering, the girl stood upright and looked towards the sidekick, "Yep, I got everyone in this building."
"Velocity, Did you really?" Kid asked in feigned wonderment.
"Mocking so early in the afternoon, I'm honoured," Velocity said in a similar tone.
The two broke into laughter before realizing they were on duty and sheepishly looked onto the saved civilians. The large crowd was as quiet as a shushed murmur.
"Evacuate the area, quickly. The criminal is still on a rampage," Kid Flash said commandingly, prompting the crowd to stir and shuffle.
"Way to cause pandemonium," Velocity offhandedly commented.
"Panda-what-now?"
The female speedster merely pointed a finger at the civilians. Her yellow-clad partner scratched his ginger hair and laughed nervously as he stared onto the clearly panicked crowd. People shouting, shoving, pushing, running and trampling over one another.
"Well... You'll help clean thi-... Where'd you go?" The redhead asked, twisting at his hips looking for the now gone speedster.
Gazing back onto the crowd, he moaned in complaint. Looked like he was going to be busy.
Velocity dashed down three blocks, turned right one and finally advanced onto the initial fight scene. Making a sharp stop and shifting to the side, she skidded against the pavement, smoke forming from her black boots. Across from her, Flash and Heat Wave were in their own personal dome of hell.
Fires consumed the better half of the whole intersection and it looked as if the two had reached stalemate. Flash kept his distance, only speeding away from the flames as the criminal vainly attempted to hit him.
"Flash, I came to help!" Velocity shouted over the cacophony.
Momentarily distracted, Flash shifted his head towards his recently accepted sidekick. Seeing her bolt into the frenzy unnerved him. She was relatively new to the superhero front, and Heat Wave was by far better equipped than last time.
"No, It's too dange-"Flash didn't finish his warning as a burst of fire connected against the side of his torso, forcing a gritted grunt of pain as he fell to the ground.
Velocity stopped, staring at her fallen mentor, who was continuously assaulted by the unrelenting fire beam. Panicked, she did the only thing that came to mind. Seeing as the villain was drunk on power, she dashed into his chest, shoulder first. The two of them crashed to the ground, ultimately breaking Flash from his fiery prison.
Velocity was dazed, clasping her masked face with an open palm as she tried to shake the dizziness off. Then suddenly, the sun became obstructed, causing her to look up to the source of her unforeseen shade. Heat Wave was absolutely furious. To be thwarted by a meddling wannabe was unfathomable.
Raising his gun, the criminal was more than content with burning her first. The sidekick, still light headed shut her eyes in anticipation of the worse. Then, he pulled the trigger.
Needless to say, Velocity did not expect to be drenched by a super soaker. Snapping back into attention, the girl saw a completely baffled criminal snap said super soaker in two as he stared off to the side with a hatred that burned as hot as his gun.
Speaking of guns, Kid Flash had Heat Wave's in his hands, he looked at the weapon and then at the criminal before asking, "Are you always this hot-headed?"
"You, I'll, I'll burn you alive!"
"Big surprise there," Velocity said, gaining the villain's attention
He turned only in time to get his legs swiped from under him. Hitting the floor with a loud thump, the criminal moaned in pain as his back reflectively tensed. The two sidekicks speedily tied him up then went to their mentor.
Flash was being helped up by some teenager who seemed to be generally apathetic to the fiery inferno of an intersection. Fire fighter sirens echoed in the distance, prompting the teen boy to stiffen. He looked onto Kid Flash then Velocity. His yellow eyes lightened up as he quickly dug into his pants for a folded sheet.
"Velocity, I have a proposition for you," The teen said moments after scanning the report.
Steelport City EDT 3:34pm
The boat slowly advanced to the dock, not daring to risk any last-minute accidents. The seagulls squawked as they circled above the netted fish and crates of who knows what. The labours all wore filthy wife beaters and lagoon blue pants, yellow gloves and assorted hats to shield them from the surprisingly hot sun. The gusts of salted air briskly refreshed those who were lucky enough to get close enough to the ocean shore.
The job was anything but enjoyable, and those young enough to realize it absolutely hated the job. Richard, a dropout completely resonated with the sympathy. Working long hours for minuscule pay was borderline atrocious.
Whipping beads of sweat from his pale white skin, the teen continued to haul crates from boat to designated section.
'Dick, help with this load," A man called, prompting the teen to fetch a black scarf from his pocket.
He wrapped the lower half of his head obscuring the unwanted eye from witnessing the true nature of his person.
Richard Kingstone, would technically be a zombie. His last memories were of a simpler time, with the exception of war. Being a hopeful and naive of the true nature of war, he died moments into one. Waking up a century later was hardly the kind of experience he expected.
Was it his resolve to live? Or something else toying with his fate? Richard didn't know, what he did know was that as a result to his life being returned to him, he became a gate between the living and the dead.
As result, he looked as if he were both. His skin, pale grey, his face, covered in a spider web scar, his hair, thin and only centimeters from his scalp. He looked ghostly, and gave off a similar vibe. The man was practically invisible, having a presence that mirrored a shadow. People rarely acknowledged him.
The fellow labourer was loading up a truck, seeing as Richard was coming as told, the worker waved him over. The two then made quick work, playing Tetris with the crates and space.
"Scarf in this weather?" The worker asked in between pants.
"Scars," Richard absently explained, prompting his colleague to fall silent.
The two continued working until the bell rang, signalling for break. Richard, whipping even more sweat, went to his own personal secluded area. Hidden and in the shade, he unravelled his scarf and breathed more freely. The teen leaned against the crate and visibly deflated into a more relaxed nature.
"Necros?" A voice called, snapping Richard out of his trance.
The name, was something he went by in the night. Steelport was by no stretch a safe city. The police needed desperate help, and as a result, the alias was born. Richard- Necros was a hero, he also was given supernatural powers after his alleged death.
"Who's there?" He called out from the shade.
A black haired head popped from the side of the crate, yellow eyes glowing and reptilian. Soon, the rest of the body followed. A short teen looked down onto the sitting Richard, the two stared at one another.
"So," The teen started, fetching into his pocket, "Do you like your job?"
"Who are you?"
"Hurricane, superhero supreme, yadiyada. The usual. So, you like carrying fish or not?"
"Get out of my sight, I don't have time for this."
"You're on break though?" Hurricane asked confusedly, scrunching his brows.
"I'd prefer not to waste it on you," Richard said in a monotone.
"I have an offe-"
"Not interested," The zombie interrupted.
"Ohhh, you like smelling like fish," the self-proclaimed hero said knowingly, as if he solved a difficult riddle.
"What?" Richard deadpanned.
"There's no other reason why you'd turn down free residence and food right?"
The labourer looked up to the teenage hero. He was skeptical more than anything else. Plus, the goofball before him warranted as much respect as a child. How could he manage to give Richard anything he promised. It was laughable to think the kid before him was even a hero at all.
"You can't supply me with that," Richard concluded, raising himself from the ground and readying to leave.
"Maybe not, but the Justice League can," Hurricane said, a smirk forming.
Metropolis EDT 5:56pm
The city was booming with the pre-rituals of nightlife. The sun, who has been merciless all day finally started to falter, and the winds brought a coolness much desired by everyone.
Restaurants were filled to the brink with bonding families, those who were lucky to escape the workforce and dine on a Friday night. The Rune family was hardly any exception. They were a loving family consisting of a mother, father, son and niece.
The only difference the family had in comparison to all other families would have to be their occupations. They didn't need to escape the workforce because they were always working.
The family of four all sat around a booth, menus in their hands and faint music playing in the background. The dim lighting and sizzling sounds of meat on a grill gave an authentic vibe to the whole atmosphere. The family was, for the most part, chatting as they waited on their order to be taken.
The niece, on the other hand was too busy reading the news from one of the few TV's suspended facing her direction. Narrowing her eyes, she focused on the small print at the corner of the screen as a woman behind an obviously fake backdrop gave the report.
Today at noon, In Central City, Heat Wave attacked and destroyed all of the Main-Rottenham intersection. Flash, with his sidekicks managed to save all civilians prese-
"Kinako, what would you like to drink?" The mother asked, snapping her niece back to reality.
"Hmm?" The girl hummed, glancing to her aunt, then the waiter standing at their table, "Oh, vanilla milkshake, please."
The man nodded, wrote it down then left.
"Something on your mind?" Her uncle asked.
"Nope, just find it strange crime rates been going up," Kinako answered simply, shrugging her shoulders.
"Whatever you say cuz, you wanna know what I think?" The boy started, folding his arms across his chest as he straightened his posture.
Kinako smiled, "nothing at all?" She asked innocently.
" . Hilarious, anyways, I think you want to start on your Chosen duties," her cousin said, feeling proud of himself when he saw a sliver of her demeanour chip.
"Maybe," She resigned somberly, then she grinned, "I'm guessing you want to laze around. That's a sin you know."
"The waiter's coming, behave you two," the uncle said before putting on a bright white toothy smile.
A short teen of oriental descent came walking towards the booth. He had a pen placed at his ear and a notepad in hand. It looked as if his uniform was two sizes too big and his rather unkept hair made him look far too unprofessional or generally inadequate to work at a restaurant of the caliber they were attending.
"Hello, my name is Yun Shen-Long, I'll be your waiter for today," The young man said, a sweetly fake smile plastered on his face.
"Says your name's Max Volm," The cousin said bluntly.
"Fei," The aunt sternly hissed.
"What? He clearly stole this uniform," Fei countered, jabbing a thumb at the direction of the nametag.
"I borrowed it actually," Yun corrected matter-of-factly.
"Are you the waiter?" the uncle asked, looking a tad bit disappointed his order will be postponed.
No, I actually come from the Justice League,"
"Uhm... is that where superheroes play lea-" Kinako managed before being interrupted.
"No... I thought that too," Yun resigned before continuing, "it's an organization that upholds the peace, much like you do, but not nearly as subtle."
"So, why are you telling us this?" The aunt asked dangerously low, she was ready to pounce if need be, her survival instincts going into overdrive.
"Miracle Girl," Yun paused, shifting his gaze to the now fully alert girl, "I want to make you an offer."
Gotham City EDT 9:35pm
The alleyway was dark, making the bright light that exploded from the phone booth all the more prominent, like a sore thumb. Then shortly afterwards, A small teenage boy unhooked and opened the door exiting the phone booth far too nonchalantly.
"Never thought I'd be in this hell hole again," Yun offhandedly commented as he dug into his pant pocket.
"Room 47, The Beauty Villa," Yun said as he surfaced from the alleyway, shifting on his heels, he marched towards the general location.
It only took two attempted muggings and one unforeseen detour before he finally arrived at the front of the building, in the shadier, fairly unsafe section of Gotham. Looking up to the broken windows and peeling walls left the ex-dragon gaping.
There was nothing beautiful about the place, shaking his head, he climbed the stairs and made his way inside. The interior wasn't any better than the exterior. The pinkish rugs had stains almost as old as he was. The cracked walls and flickering luminescent lights gave off a horror vibe more than an apartment building one.
Taking the stairs to the sixth floor- because he would never be caught in an elevator of such poor quality, Yun quickly scanned the doors for the right number. Eventually, at the far end of the floor, he found his match. Rapping his knuckles against the old wood, he quietly waited for a response. He heard shuffling on the other end of the door and then absolute silence. The door creaked open, only enough for a one eye to look out to him.
"Are you here to court my sister?" The boy asked seriously
"... What?"
"Answer the question!"
"Uh, No? I'm here to recruit her?"
The door snapped open and two tall teenage boys looked up Yun, scanning him with suspicious gazes. The ex-dragon peeked over them, searching for the girl of his reports. He saw a white streak and was relieved to find his hike was not in vain.
"This will only take a minute, Can ya call Willow over."
"So you do wa-"
"No, Jesus Christ, I don't!" Yun shouted, exhausted from a long day of zeta-tubing.
One of the two boys blanched instantly, the taller one grew still and his eyes turned hostile everything in the room went silent. Even the hallway lights stopped flickering
"Don't use that name in vain."
"I don't have time for this..." Yun whispered, then he reflectively straightened, "Willow, I have an offer for you, It's about a job, one- you out of all people would find interesting."
The ex-dragon thrust a paper to the silent of two brothers, then turned on his heels and left, Both teenagers looked befuddled and shared a glance.
"What was that about?" The resident girl said, walking into view drying off her hands.
Yun was out of Beauty Villa faster than a criminal with an open cell. He was cutting it short, and there was still too many things to do. The teen shivered, he didn't expect the day to end up being so cold after how hot it was.
His next member was more elusive, or more accurately, they were more elusive. Yun, was exceptionally lucky today, managing to find the people from his reports with near perfect record. But, he feared that's where it would end. The Proctor twins hardly did anything to disturb the peace. The only reason why they were even in his report at all was because they spent a moment or two under Batman's tutelage.
Sighing, Yun walked down one fairly familiar alleyway in the anticipation of getting mugged, he needed to vent after all.
When Yun saw two figures in the shadow, he was honestly expecting the same grunts from before, what he didn't expect was to find the ever so enigma that was Android and Drone.
"Holy cow, It's you!"
The two figures turned and faced him in their metallic suits, the moonlight reflecting off the smooth surface.
"My, oh my, don't they say a criminal always returns to the scene of a crime?" The suited teen to the right said, shifting his gaze onto the other.
"I'm... not a criminal?" Yun corrected, confusedly at that.
"Well, that's obvious, but the principal remains the same," The right side spoke again, Yun coined him as Android.
After all, of the two twins only Android was the jerk. Aaron was his real name. Drone, who also was known as Adrian was far calmer and generally tamed. Staring at the two teens, Yun cleared his throat.
"Aaron, Adrian, I'd like to offer you a spot on my team."
"Is it your team?" Android asked knowingly, "or is it the League's?"
"I supervise it."
"Why is that? Why have someone who looks 12 supervise people older than him..." the teen paused, looked at the cherry red faced Yun and corrected himself, "14?"
"I'm not 14, I'm 2-"
"200 years or older, yeah figured as such."
"You just said I looked 1-"
"12? I did, but it's painfully clear you're not as young as you look."
"Can you please stop inter-"
"-rupting you? I can't help it, let's speed things along, You carry yourself with an air of confidence, and you're experienced with how you used your hydrokinesis," Android said.
"So?" Yun asked, pretending to understand the train of thought despite being clueless.
"Sooo..." the teen repeated, "you're not of this era, your desire for dignity and respect likely comes from a time when you were actually unconditionally treated as such. And, when I think of respect, Japan and China comes to mind."
"Huh?"
"Not to be rude either, but I'm guessing your ethnicity is also validation of my theory. You're clearly Chinese. Now, since your 200 or older despite not looking a day older than 12, I can safely conclude you aren't of the Qing dynasty, or royalty. Thus meaning, the reason you demand such respect isn't because you aren't a mortal, but rather a deity."
"Deity?"
"Oh, a deity is a god, or powerful entity, something you are, or maybe, something you were. After all, Chinese mythology is quite abstract and hard to pinpoint, You could be a dragon for all we know" Android said, gesturing to himself and his brother.
"I'm Hurricane..." Yun said for the sake of adding words.
"Hurricane must be the League's name right? Hmm, that helps actually, If you were a dragon, then you'd be a shen-long. A spiritual dragon of water and wind."
"I'm Shenlong, the only one. Don't you dare lump my name into a category of dragon, mortal," Yun said coldly.
Android and Drone took a step forward, wearing helmets made it impossible to see their expressions, but Hurricane suspected he'd have to teach the two of them some basic manners.
"Anyways, I'll join, It'll be better than being the Bat's intern anyways, Oh, Drone stays with me." Android said, rasing an open palm in gesture of shaking hands.
Complete silence, Yun took a step back and eyed the two of them confusedly, he scratched his head for emphasize too. Then and only then did he realize he came looking for them to offer a job, that's what they agreed to. The ex-dragon shook his head, talking to these people, or Aaron specifically was tiring.
"You were offering us a job, right?" Android said, referring to him and his twin brother with a point of the hand.
Boston EDT 11:14pm
The night was cold, and the moon covered by a haze. Obstructed moonlight only briefly touched and illuminated the surface before disappearing all together, leaving the outskirts of town generally dark in comparison to the nightlife.
Speaking of said outskirts, there were multiple warehouses aligned the seashore, the mirror-like water reflected the moon near perfectly with certain minor anomalies in the form of subtle waves.
The night was dark, making one of the lone warehouses particularly out of place. There were lights poking out from the high windows and the sounds of gruff cheers seeped from under the doors.
Inside, there was what looked like a quickly arranged fight club. A circle of spectators enclosed two large men who circled one another, none deciding to pounce. The sound of cheers all the more prominent and the ceiling lights shone a bright yellow.
To one end of the pseudo fight ring was a large burly beast of a combatant, his muscles bulged at the slightest of movements. Being shirtless made him appear all the more menacing. To the other side, a lean well toned fighter stood with messy dark brown hair and equally as dark eyes. However big he looked, he was completely dwarfed by counterpart.
"As charming as this is, can we skip the dance and just fight?" The brunet asked.
The bigger man stopped, although he remained on guard and kept his distance. The other fighter simply lowered his stance and gave turned to face some of the crowd.
"Waste of my time, don't you think?" The brunet said, sticking a thumb towards the general direction of the bigger man.
The crowd went silent, after all, he just gave his back to the biggest man in all of Boston. The brunet's face morphed into satisfaction he smugly smiled. He then turned back to the fight just in time to duck under a haymaker.
Apparently the amount of force he used for the punch put the bigger man off balance, enough for the smaller fighter to exploit. Despite the potential to finish the fight then and there, the brunet merely shoved the man to the ground, who landed with a loud thump.
"At least try to be entertaining," The fighter said, yawning in the process.
"Boy, I'm gonna tear you a new one!" The downed combatant boomed.
"Save it for prison," The brunet interjected.
The bigger man practically lunged at the fighter from his fallen position, his enormous body wide and large covering all possible escapes. His arms at his sides making his 7ft stature all the more massive, and his face fuming and eyes crazed with anger. He was practically soaring through the air face first just about ready to completely obliterate the younger fighter.
"Guess it'll do," The brunet said, he shrugged his shoulders as he ignored the looming threat of being squashed.
Then, the smaller fighter charged forward himself and meet the bigger man half way. Being far more nimbler and not in the air, he managed to duck under the two logs that are arms and got completely inside his opponents guard. From there he managed a few light jabs to the head and torso before having to leave, or be squashed under the weight of a grizzly bear.
Then from there, with a smirk perpetually in place the fighter continued to punch the man. In fact, from that moment on, he didn't stop. The bigger man was left flabbergasted as he kept his arms up to at least guard his face, but his torso was being completely thrashed. How someone so small could carry such a punch was beyond the giant.
And, what was even worst, as the giant found out was whenever he went for a punch himself, he'd instantly get countered with a jab to the face. His stamina was drained and even if he hit the smaller fighter, it no longer carried much force behind it to even stagger the guy.
The smaller fighter once again openly took a jab to the torso, but in exchange he jabbed his opponent in the face, then kneed him in the gut and finished with a cross punch across the jaw. Each blow made the giant stagger, but the final one made him crash down unconscious like a stone plopping into a pond.
The cheers boomed and everyone who circled the two fighters closed the gap to raise the winner. He didn't show much excitement other than smiling triumphantly. He indulged the crowd with a pumped fist or two, but otherwise, he quickly asked to be lowered to the ground again.
Yun, who was not present at the time, had a general consensus of where to find his next member and thus was lurking around the shoreline warehouses. He shivered against the chilly winds but resolved to finish his task in the same day he started. After all, his last member was someone who did plenty of traveling and getting reports on him were quite rare.
Soon the sounds of excited shouts and cheers reached Yun. He hoped it was what he read in the report and went to satisfy his curiosity. He arrived to a warehouse that wasn't pitch black and had people exiting it with big grins and generally jovial demeanours. Still curious, Yun snuck into the warehouse, avoiding the other people quite easily. It was dark, and he was small, not something he'd openly admit, but sneaking was child's play at this point.
The warehouse was still lighted, and in the middle lay sprawled on the ground a massive behemoth of a man. Sitting on top of him was a teen, brown haired, a lazed look in his eye and a smirk on mouth. He appeared slightly bruised on the face, but compared to the man below him, hardly something worth mentioning. Yun paled just looking at the behemoth, who was now turning all sorts of colours of bruised.
Yun got out from his hiding spot and walked towards the two people, The brunet didn't appear fazed, the only noticeable difference was that his eyes shifted from aimless staring to the ex-dragon advancing towards him.
"So, he get beat up by everyone leaving?" Yun asked.
"Hardly," The teen supplied, resting his head on his open palm.
"So... why was everyone so excited?"
"Don't know either,"
Yun circled the teen as he examined the practically dead body underneath him. He was having second thoughts. Offering some barbarian a job to uphold the peace while he constantly broke it was probably hypocritical. Granted, that very thought process was hypocritical because Yun nearly murdered two thugs. Ending at that, Yun finally stopped circiling the teen and faced him directly.
"I have a jo-"
"No thanks," The teen replied.
"But it's a good offer."
"Doubtful," The teen said, his eyes drooping, out of boredom of tiredness, who knew.
"No, trust me, it's a pretty darn good offer."
"Can I fight things? Have somewhere to sleep? Oh, while you're at it, can I also protect things and become a superhero? Yeah, you better leave kid,"
"Yes, yes, and not with that attitude," Yun said, crossing his arms.
The teen raised a brow and for once all night, his smirk shifted into a thin line. He stood up from his pseudo seat and walked towards Yun, he remained icily cool, his face void of expression. The two seized each other up, staring unblinkingly into the other's eyes.
"Are... they strong?" The teen asked in an alarmingly steady voice.
"Enough for a whole Battalion," Yun replied, nerved despite the clearly unnerving person before him.
The brunet smiled wildly, he was itching for a fight that didn't end after a few minutes. And although what the little Asian kid said to him was unlikely. The fact still remains that said little Asian kid knew his alias, Battalion. That was too well thought to be coincidental. So although Battalion had his doubts, he'd see through the offer he was given.
Author Note: First off, my apology, this chapter never came out the way I wanted it and I just stopped writing it up entirely. Hardly the reasonable excuse, which is why I need to apologize. Now, there's some characters that actually didn't show up yet. I'll introduce them with my own specific arcs. So, although not instantly shown, they play parts that will help advance my story. So do not worry, they're a part of the story, and still ACCEPTED.
Anywho, although this is a SYOC. I won't devote my time in promoting your character, I hope you all can enjoy the story for the story and not for your own specific character. I place this as a heads-up mostly because I sometimes do that. Sometimes... Yeah, anyways, sometimes your character won't appear in one chapter, maybe even a few consecutive ones, If I don't believe they fit for that part of the story, I simply won't have them there.
On another note, I changed canon in a way where It progressed further after season two ended. Granted, I don't really know how well season two ended so... In other words, the season finished in 2016. So this is a continuation where it starts at 2019. I did lots of math to make this work, or something like that. So, yeah, just a heads up. That's mostly it.
If you all are still here, then THANK-YOU! I hope to deliver better and quicker updates to you all. Once again, I'm completely sorry for my tardiness. I hope you can forgive me. If you see any spelling mistakes or blatantly obvious mistakes of sorts, just let me know. I'll fix it.
Charcters Introduced in order along with creator:
Velocity (?) - Kayla DeLana
Necros (Richard) - Shadow Eidolon
Miracle Girl (Kinako) - Hofund
? (Willow) - Green Eyes Wander
Android (Aaron) - Liquidation
Drone (Adrian) -Liquidation
Battalion (?)- Shaggy Rower