It’s about Clones and the Superheroes who loathe them.In Everything Truth
: In which our heroes fight Wizards, Mercenaries, and worst of all Banks. (Draft)
Pain Itself: Our heroes fight Aliens and Government Conspiracies. (Draft)
The Life of the Dead: Our heroes fight more of the above and an Immortal Sorcerer King. (Under Development)
The World Warriors of the Human Legion are the world's premier super team. They’re the most powerful, the sneakiest, the most cunning, best equipped and supported supers in their world. They have fair to good relations with most governments and with most rival teams. They are, however, highhanded and ornery. Many people fear them and this does not seem to bother them a bit.
Their world resembles ours, but with significant differences. There are alien space ships visiting Earth. As of 2013, Obama is President of the United States. Hillary Clinton is Vice President. Some nations and national borders are different. Technology and science are more advanced than in our world. SSTs and reusable space craft are common. Human Cloning is advanced, including memory copying that would be magic to our science. Cybernetics and artificial Intelligence and robotics are also advanced. Psionics and Magic are scientifically observed if not well understood. There are several methods for obtaining superhuman ability, some well understood, others not.
Trends & Themes
Regional conflicts: Colonial regimes, resource wars, ethnic and religious conflicts are as least as nasty as in our world. The US still has a huge armed force actively engaged around the world. To a lesser extent, so do Russian, China, the UK, France and other powers. Most of these military powers have quiet but significant super soldier programs. The UK and China have perhaps the largest and most successful super programs.
Cloning: Human cloning was introduced by Criminal Supers, most importantly the slave trader, gangster, and pimp known as Clone Master. Many governments and wealthy individuals took advantage of his market. A savage war of Clone Liberation occurred circa 2000, marked by many terrorist acts. Eventually, clone's human rights were recognized. Cloning is currently heavily regulated if not outright illegal. Many clones are in poor health and/or exploited. Others are celebrities, or well-regarded experts: Clones of Artists and Scientists.
Superhumans: Superhumans have been publicly known since World War 1. Secretly, they’ve been around far longer. By World War 2, the UK, Russia, the US, Germany and Japan had successful government sponsored super-soldier squadrons. Most had terrible causalities during the war; however, the scientific infrastructures supporting them remained in Allied Governments. Cold War period featured nationalistic posturing and occasional deployment of Metahumans. No major direct conflicts occurred, mirroring the Nuclear balance of terror. Independent super teams had arisen even before WW2. Most were of short duration; It’s commonly believed, based on considerable evidence, that super humans have super egos.
Common Origins of superhumans:
Aliens: Best known are the Exiles and the Arnor.
Supernaturals: Monsters, sorcerers, Enchanted champions, mythical beings.
Mutants, including members of the secretive ‘Dire’ family.
Psychics, both natural and triggered.
Super Technology users
Super serum alterees. (Such as the Genepool). Certain experimental (and poisonous) drugs can induce mutant like superpowers. If the subject survives. Used in several Supersoldier programs. They are thought to be more effective the younger the subject.
Uber machine: invented by Zing, the Chinese ‘Dragon Doctor’. Widely copied. Has effects much like super serums, but more effective. And more lethal. Most ubers are strong, neigh invulnerable, and can fly, but other powers are common.
Bob “The Brick” Langford. The unreliable narrator. Uber. Bodyguard, leg man, and leg breaker for the World Warriors. Eagle scout, but has problems about half the Scout law. Specifically, with “Trustworthy”, “Courteous”, “Obedient”, “Cheerful”, “Thrifty”, and “Reverent”.
Dante “FX” Alexander. Mutant/Tech user. Brilliant. Immortal. Maniacal. Vexed by clones. Senior World Warrior, tech miracle worker, and gun bunny.
Amber Moonglade: Supernatural, Champion and Acting Goddess of Love. Muscle girl and magical miracle worker.
Recap of In Everything Truth
I’m Bob Langford, the Brick. Alleged hero. A junior World Warrior. The World Warriors of the Human Legion. I wasn’t here when they picked that name. They’ve told me cybersquatters took all the good names. I still bet they were drinking.
Most of us Warriors are too old for costumes and secret identities. No time for bullshit. We are powerful, nice, mean, and work smart. And we have the best toys.
I'm not the smartest nor the strongest, so I try harder. Out of combat, I work training and logistics. I plan and execute disaster relief operations. When things get violent, I thug for a sub-team. They call us, or rather my partners, the Cute Ones. Amber the Goddess, Dante the immortal genius gun bunny, and big old dummy me. They are cute, sure. Like cobras or baby tigers. The women keep me around to haul stuff, hit people and to stop bullets. And for the laughs. Fear the Cute Ones.
Labor Day week 2013 sucked awful. Hundreds of people tried killing us. Plus, some things not what you’d call people.
There were cyborg necromancers, sorcerers, psychic super soldiers, mutants, evil clones, robots, vampires, werewolves, goblins, and trolls. Things I can’t even name. And we fought mercenaries, hit-men, run of the mill crazy gun bunnies. Bad guys.
They used hexes, super powers, super weapons, plain old rifles and pistols, freaking 4.2 inch mortars, French tanks, volcano machines even, anything that might kill us. The bad guys hit our team over and over. Of course, we bounced them off, but they hurt. Driving us crazy. Which we finally figured was their strategy. Pin prick us to death, until we screwed up and screwed ourselves.
Big money men, the Society of Cincinnatus, filthy rich egomaniac nut jobs, paid for the attacks. They hired a man who can foresee the future. They supported and recruited our other enemies, providing money, transportation, target locations, and equipment. They picked at us, our stress increased. Sooner or later, they’d get lucky and hurt us serious bad. Or worse, goad us into a reaction that got innocents killed. We live and die by our reputation.
They attacked at our weak spots, out in public with innocents and those we love around. Nasty.
· The Hawkgirls went swimming. Ninja frog men sorcerers mugged them and stole their jewelry.
· Feds called for help. Shoggoths captured their people.
· Vampires have a yacht. We go to take them out. When we get there, somebody else already pirated them. Wasn't even Dante's crooked daddy. But some James Bond wannabe. WTF?
· Nut with a volcano machine attacks Naples. That one was easy to beat, but death and destruction happened before we dealt with it. Made a hell of a mess.
· Phoenix sent me and the James Gang, (super thugs r us) out cruising around. Mostly to get us out of his hair. We went to a bar, a horde of monsters attacked us. Rude of them. Seems they’d been hired to hit us before we even thought of going there. Double WTF. Who’s this “F” that fingered us?
· Dante and I took family members to a hospital for routine treatment. We got swarmed by mind controlled rioters. Dante saved my ass when I got gassed.
· The Darius family appear before a California Legislative committee. A nut with a gun was waiting for them.
On and on. Stressful. Pissed us off. We make mistakes when we’re angry. Our mistakes are destructive. Deadly.
Our first counter strategy was Operation Turtle, as in turtle up. We tucked our families, our friends, and a few special dear enemies away in the Dome. Our base and our home. The safest place we know, on our host starship, Domo A’regato. Fifty thousand miles out in space.
It reduced our risks, but the Dome became a zoo. I get along pretty good with my family, even my Evil Clone. Some of the others, not so much. Our teammates’ relations and our relations’ relations are a mixed lot. Labor day weekend wound us tight enough to break. If we turtled up for another week, we might kill and eat our own.
We worked our asses off to get things back to normal. As bad guys tried to draw us out, we squashed them in detail. Like the sorcerers, the with killer robots and gigantic monsters from the center of the Earth.
The Cincinnatus knew they'd never match our brute force, so they fought sneaky. But they forgot brute force wasn’t all we had. We have other talents. Science, magic, and old-fashioned skulduggery. And friends.
Our second strategy stuck at the real problem. We need to neutralize the money guys in the most humiliating and painful manner we could conceive.
Amber and a coven of witches, Cat’s relatives, hexed the prognosticator. Meanwhile, Phoenix plotted with a financial crook, another of Cat’s relatives, the dreaded financial pirate Captain Montague.
Our telepaths stole account numbers and passwords. Then our super hackers stole their hidden war chest. Almost a trillion dollars. The screams from the Cincinnatus were beautiful.
New problem now. Money corrupts. What do we do with a trillion bucks? That’s apocalyptic money. With the best of intentions, we might relive the Treasure of the Sierra Madre.
Recap of Pain Itself
… Well, we spent a few weeks dealing with that and other fall out. Life calmed down. Then went completely went to hell again. Alien Invasion. You should have noticed it. Lucky for Earth, our base ship Domo A'regato got huffy. They scratched her paint and she blew most of the invasion fleets away. Domo and most of the World Warriors took off to counter attack the invaders. Leaving Earth under the not particularly capable protection of me. And The Cute Ones, thank Goddess.
We worked with other supers, governments, and the odd gun toting angry farmers (and a Dentist with a spare NO2 tank, no kidding) to whip some alien ass. Governments worked out deals with various super criminal prisoners to fight for Earth. Many of them assholes we’d had a hard enough time catching in the first place. But times were desperate, and most of them behaved. OK, some of them like Warp and Woof behaved. Those two looneys stepped up to darn socks, defend Earth and smoke weed.
The Troubleshooters and SED’s old enemy, MJ12 rose up. Couldn’t tell if they were for or against the Aliens. Not sure they knew either. Every secret agent with a Federal contract or a Civil Service grade was busy hunting each other. That lead to Worse; Shoggoth problems and Dhole problems.
Shoggoths are a very alien race that’s been living on Earth since forever. Slug people. Smart. Weird. You know what a Dhole is? It’s a nuclear-powered magma worm the size of a squadron of battleships. Or bigger. They work for Shoggoths. At one point seven of the damn things attacked Earth cities. Worse day of our lives, and the last day for way too many people.
I got my family in danger and I got them out. When I got hurt they tried to push me around. Got no time for Mom and Sis’s Doctoring crap. And I got women problems: Amber and Cat. I know, everyone should have such problems. But they’re my responsibilities, not my harem. Supposed to be anyway. We got more and more unprofessional. I rode an emotional roller coaster while I rode my friends. Hell of a ride.
We fought for weeks, then spent more weeks trying to help the injured and other victims. Even more hell of a ride. It was like one step forward, two steps back. Endless alien attacks. Endless casualties.
Anyway, we finally busted MJ12 command. Maybe. Turned out the bosses were Dante’s boyfriend's ex-wife. And her family. Nothing’s easy around family, Da? Shouldn’t complain, I scooped up Cat’s broken heart on the rebound. I am such a bastard and a loser. But I’m not crazy enough to turn down a good thing. Like Amber adopting me as one of her pet boys. I expect to wake up dead, dead of an overdose of Cute Ones, any day now.
Speaking of Cat’s crazy relatives, and bad guys that didn’t behave: Her uncle Jacko Roman had helped the Cincinnatus. He was their liaison with the Supernatural community. We, or rather our buddies at SED, busted his ass for the attack on the hospital if nothing else. During the Swarm Invasion, they let him out of SuperMax to help the war effort. Didn’t work. He went snake, killed everybody in the lab, except his daughter Tiger. He only maimed her and left her bleeding out next to a bomb, what a sweetheart.
War's still on and now we got real family problems. Foo.