Disclaimer: Not mine, Luke Martens is mine…and has been used before. Go figure.

A/N: An update…a short update.

The bungalow was all tricked out for its owner's arrival. King Kamayamayhem was after several long years finally returning home.

His only daughter Pele was thrilled to see him coming. Things would be back to normal with her father back in town. She positively shook with excitement just thinking about all the schemes to take over the world they would plan together.

Except there was one small problem…she had to tell her father that the Strongholds were on the island.

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He arrived by jet ski. Alone. This was odd but his minions and his daughter were not about to say anything. (In the old days King Kamayamayhem only traveled with a full lava court.)

After all there was a logical reason that he arrived with out his surfboard. It was currently sitting in the Stronghold's secret sanctum back in Maxville.

"Father! I'm so glad your home! It's just not the same here without you." squealed Pele sounding ten years younger than she really was as she launched herself into her previously incarcerated father's arms.

King Kamayamayhem caught his daughter easily and swung her around in a circle. His deep laugh resounding across the water he just left.

He was tall, abnormally so, just over seven feet. His skin was very dark that with time in the sun would become even darker. Tattoos circled his biceps in an intricate wave pattern. Over all, King Kamayamayhem cut on major imposing figure. His shoulder length hair still had remains of the bleach blonde look he styled before prison.

"Pele I've missed you. But boy, am I proud of you. Setting off that underwater volcano all by yourself. No one saw that tsunami coming!." The King answered his daughter. "Now come, we have lots to discuss."

"Right this way your Majesty." Luke Martens stated as he showed King Kamayamayhem and Pele into the house.

"Dude, Luke, man I'm thrilled to see my head henchman back with us!" King Kamayamayhem had to be one of the few super villains that truly appreciated all the hard work their minions and henchmen did for them. Didn't mean he was soft or anything. In fact giving his workers due credit kept them loyal. It was simply good business.

The lair that they walked to was underneath the bungalow. It was also completely submerged in the ocean. There was an airtight/watertight room adjacent to the lair that was home to a mini-escape sub.

Inside the lair were an assortment of what looked like beach chairs. Now each of these seemingly harmless chairs had a set of harpoons, missiles, and fog machines built into them. (Great fun terrorizing beachgoers, the chairs were for pure pleasure.) It also had a completely clear front wall, allowing a full view of the water and any activity on the ocean floor.

The technology in the room was so advanced that it wouldn't do it justice to try and explain everything it could do.

Anyway, the three cohorts sat down and got down to business.

"I expect the plan has been set in motion?" asked King Kamayamayhem looking at Pele then at Luke.

"Yes, of course Father."

"Luke?"

"Well, it has started…"

"And?"

"We have a slight…problem…?" Luke stated with a grimace.

"Well, is anyone just going to come out and tell me what this problem is? Pele?" he asked turning his full attention to his daughter who had a scowl across her face. She obviously didn't want to be put on the spot, with bad news. That was supposed to be Luke's job.

"Dad um, the Commander and Jetstream are here on the island for vacation." She said in a rush, bracing herself for the onslaught that would come. After all, it was the Strongholds that had landed her father in jail. But the reaction she got from King Kamayamayhem was NOT what she expected from him AT all…

He just started to laugh. A loud deep, very very amused sounding laugh.

Pele and Luke just looked at each other in identical states of confusion.

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