It is the year 2034. Two hundred years ago people with unusual abilities began to emerge. First as a rarity, then in ever increasing numbers.
Metahumans, as they came to be called, come from all walks of life. There seems to be no rhyme or reason for when powers may generate, and supernatural and super-science experiments gone wrong (or right, depending on your perspective) muddying the waters over the last century haven't helped matters.
They're people like any other. Some use their talents to do grreat good, and some to do great evil. But most simply go about their lives, or use their powers to complete highly specialized jobs, or simply make existing ones easier. It' not uncommon to see metahumans with ice based powers working in refrigeration technologies, or ones with super-intelligence creating the latest and greatest smartphone apps.
But, we're not here to talk about them.
Our story begins, naturally, in a secret base underneath a Denny's, with Doctor Cogito, Amoeba, Razputin, and SATURDAY MORNING!, the protectors of this corner of Clearwater Bay discussing what they'd like for breakfast before they head out on patrol.
Sure.
Dmitri rapidly (as in, superspeediy) reads through the morning newspaper, scanning for mention of heinous supercrime. A man of habit, he knows that today, being the second Saturday of the month, is Santa Fe Skillet Day, and thus has no personal contributions as to what he desires for breakfast.
Unemployment is down, stocks are up, and the UN has declared global peace forever.
Now the real news...
A group of convicts escaped from the Bay County penitentiary last week and have been on a crime spree ever since. No metahuman powers have been exhibited so far, but the instigator of the breakout is suspected to be a Paragon (a metahuman with no special powers or equipment, but naturally excellent physical and mental attributes.).
Robbie paces around the room, waiting for everyone else to be ready so he can have his moons over his hammy. "Anything interesting go on last night, Dmitri?"
"A bunch of convicts escaped the local penitentiary and have been going on a crime spree. Their leader may be a paragon, which is problematic."
"Well, that's not great. Any idea if they've got any other capes on the job yet?"
He pauses for a moment, thinking it over. "Also, do we have time for breakfast before we inevitably go after them?"
"We'll order it now and it'll be hot when we get back. Hopefully."
SATURDAY MORNING walks into the room clad in an oversized striped nightgown and a matching old-timey nightcap. He yawns. "We'd better have time, because a day of throwing enemies in the slammer has to be started with a Grand Slam, no two ways about it. Also I need coffee. I can't function without coffee!"
SATURDAY MORNING sits at the table and holds his head up with his hands. His head slips, hits the table, and flattens.
"I think the universe is telling me to order pancakes today." He says, muffled by the table.
"Dmitri, you do realize that the last time you said that, 16 people died and you were in a coma for almost a week? I thought we'd learned to not go out on patrol on empty stomachs...or whatever the hell me and SATURDAY MORNING have."
"I agree," Doctor Cogito finally chimes in after spending the last few minutes in silent thought. "We should eat something before we take any action. Even my amazing mind requires energy to function."
As he speaks, the microwave timer goes off, and the plate of waffles he was heating floats across the room and lands in front of him, along with a pitcher of syrup and an apple.
"Besides, it shouldn't be too difficult for me to track these thugs down."
"Very well."
Dmitri briefly vanishes to reappear moments later holding a Santa Fe Skillet. "Then let us eat with a modicum of haste."
"I don't see why we can't just eat upstairs...it's a Denny's, Mac says that he gets weirder people than us there anyways."
Still grumbling, Robbie oozes up the wall and through the ceiling. After a few minutes, he falls back into his chair from above, clutching a small waterproof case with his food in it. He grabs the paper from where Dmitri placed it, reading for any other pieces of information that might lead them to the convicts while he eats.
Suddenly, a call comes up on your police radio.
"Attention all units, we have a 211 in progress at the First National Bank. It looks like the Chain Gang has struck again."
Robbie puts down his fork. "I was done anyways..."
He grabs his chainbatsword off the table and saunters over to the map on the wall to locate the bank. "Doc, you driving?"
"I hope this answers your question, Amoeba. Had we chosen to eat upstairs, we likely would not have heard about this until hours later."
He sets his plate aside and stands. "Whenever you're ready."
The crew goes on a teleport hopping spree, arriving on top of a gas station overooking the action.
The Chain Gang has just finished loading up the bags, and are trying to make their escape!
"Ok friends," says SATURDAY MORNING between bites of a hastily-prepared breakfast burrito, "it seems that those ne'er-do-wells are about to get away! Let's not make this episode a two-parter!"
The Paragon and his 8 minions notice you standing on the rooftop, and prepare to defend themselves!
Amoeba (33)
Razputin (29)
SATURDAY! (25)
Doctor Cogito (22)
Minions x8 (17)
Paragon (14)
Cogito tries to Assess the Paragon.
If the minions have guns, he will Mind Control one and have him shoot the Paragon.
Rasputin will fire a blast of writhing, tenticular magic at the Paragon.
Cogito notes that while the Paragon has excellent physical abilities, he's not in any way a combat expert. He's relied on natural talent to get him this far, and brute force, but does not carry himself as a trained fighter.
Dmitri's attack hits, if barely.
The Paragon flexes and the blast splashes harmlessly against his chiseled muscles, singing his t-shirt.
"Ha, is that all you've got? It's going to take more than that to drop BREAKOUT!"
As he's gloating, his minion lines up and shoots at him from behind.
But the guy misses.
"Yo, what the hell?" Breakout yells at his former buddy.
Amoeba jumps down from the roof, whipping out his chainbatsword into its blunt form as he does so. He then knocks out 6 of the minions, leaving the one who shot at the paragon and another random one.
"Hey, Breakout-I'm breaking you next."
Cogito takes command of the other guy, and has them both shoot at their leader.
"We will give you one chance to surrender and come along quietly."
Amoeba makes quick work of Breakout's minions, clubbing them into unconsciousness, save two.
SATURDAY MORNING throws up an Acme Portable Hole™ and leans through it as if it is a window. The other side opens up six inches to the right of Breakout's head.
"You know, big guy, you'd better listen to the Doc over there. You haven't seen what the man is capable of with a plastic spoon, let alone a gun!" he says with a smirk towards the Paragon. He Creates a napkin and wipes the burrito residue off of his face.
Razputin (29)
Doctor Cogito (22)
Minions x2 (17)
Breakout (14)
SATURDAY! (14)
Cogito's minion opens fire!
Poorly.
Breakout swings a super punch at the nearest creature: Amoeba.
Poorly.