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Issue 26: The Cabal of Misfortune

  An Introduction:

  I love superheroes. I love space opera. I miss the optimism of looking up into the night sky and wondering about the cosmos. I mainly wrote this series to give voice to that sense of wonder and fun that I love about science fiction. Babylon 5 might have been the spark but a whole lot of people kept feeding my love of space. Along with what the older styles of Superman brought to the table: Something to look up to. To push for. To care about something. To me, the ideal versions of Supes on-screen were Christopher Reeve and Dean Cain. They brought out the sense of good and decency within the Man of Steel that I love even today. As for the comics, I might have started with the Byrne Era but there was so much to discover. To Rebirth. Like Tomasi said in that final trade he did, “Nothing gold can stay.” Well, for this series, I can control that aspect much better. The gold will stay and the heroes will win. Because of fun. For anyone who picks up this series, I hope you enjoy it, I know I loved writing it.

  The Golden Redeemers are a fully formed team but what new challenges await them while protecting Earth, Area 51 and Beyond?!

  What machinations do Unity and Thoth have on the Pale Blue Dot floating out in the Black?!

  A demis work is never done. Will the Uplift Protocol spell doom for Humanity or will they rise above it to become the heralds of tomorrow?

  Within the Heart of the Ouroboros Chain

  Unix Seed Cradle

  Date: 0 AFC

  A soft voice called, its tone indicating concern for its creator, “Scholar, the Betrayers have gained access to half of the Key, initiate purge?”

  Di’axi, the Lead Scholar of the Infinite, raised the omi-set over his shoulders. The various ocular screens went dark for a moment. His eyes watered as the device keyed in on the brilliance of multi-dimensional color. There. A convergence, a beacon of hope, one last duty before Ascension. His voice- paper-thin, raspy with age- invoked the incantation, “The Last Bastion, the Last Call, the Final Curtain, hear our Refrain, Defenders of the Ouroboros Chain, the last Link to Fall. Transport ///|||\\\ Key. Activate Reset Protocol: Cradle.”

  A wish was cast out to the infinite. Di’axi, endowed with the wisdom of the eternal, prayed that the caretakers of the next age will find the ones who will turn the key. Contain the Calamity. Reveal the Betrayers, the ones with Pitiless Eyes, endless ambition, filled with boundless logic. The very fabric of reality bent and twisted, reforming, rebuilding, as the last Guardians of Olam transcended the 3rd Dimension. Becoming more but never forgetting the Children left to gather up the pieces. A bridge will be formed. Life was an unquantifiable connection. All things will be reborn with time. The balance must be maintained.

  This was the event that would change the rest of the ages to come.

  What Earthers would eventually call The Big Bang.

  Because now death was a part of the universal equation. A multiverse of different possibilities. A link along all lines to forever feed the Ouroboros. The great chain encompassing the weave of realities.

  Thus a race of caretakers, the Forgers, was entrusted to shepherd the ones who would follow. Stewardship to forever safeguard the lighthouses at the End of all Time. Through the Long Dark, a message passed from one generation to the next, awaiting the proper time to be born.

  “This Cult that preaches Unity. It has me worried. As of this moment, Madame Mayhem and the Cabal are priority one targets for the Legion of Tomorrow and all Demi assets. Not only does the United States have a valid concern with catching these malcontents, but they also pose a threat to Earth’s progress in the Uplift Protocol.”-Memo to A51 Advisory Board.

  “I am happy to be a part of the Jupiter Rising, did you know she’s Earth’s first fully FLT capable ship? I’m glad I was chosen to report the adventures of her crew. Granted, the Captain, I mean Eliza and I go way back. But I know I'll be able to give first-class recordings.”-Lt. Jonas “Eddie” Olsten, Terran Alliance Reporter Corps.

  While we had clashed in the past with the Cabal, their real intentions became quite clear at the start of the century. What I didn’t realize at the time: Other forces had been preparing as well. Like Iron striking when blazing hot. Not all those who wander are lost.—Sleeping in Starlight, a memoir of the 22nd century

  Union Hall, Earth

  Central Meeting Chambers

  October 8th, 2103

  October and I haven’t always gotten along. I mean, in the grand tapestry of the universe, it held a special place in my heart. Just like the generous raven-haired woman throwing the two-ton gorilla my way. Courtesy of modern technology. I reached out and caught the special delivery. Judging by its deafening bellows, it didn’t appreciate the monkey business. From the corner of my vision, I spotted Arthon weaving various sigils in the air then a loud crack as the table broke in twain. He started cursing profusely in Atlantian as two smaller monkeys, chimpanzees from the looks of it, grabbed fistfuls of his curly blond and black locks, deciding to redecorate. I winced as I saw tuffs of his hair go flying in all directions. His face became a particular shade of red I had never seen. Burgundy. The air around me stilled for a moment, then an explosion of energy burst forth from him semi-sonic waves.

  It's never wise to anger a Muthra. I haven’t been to Atlantis but from what I’ve observed so far from Arthon, being hit from his spells wasn’t pleasant. The two chimps go cartwheeling away from the onslaught. Their surprised howls turned very meek as Arthon glared at them. They attempted to scurry away when Horus dropped in from above, with nary a sound, launching paralyzing darts from his circular copper-hued frame. His Forger matrices formed patterns faster then even my eyes could detect.

  ((This one says you are under confinement. Have a nice day.))

  The VI’s voice was as calm and collected as ever. Like the most polite butler in existence. He flashed me a Winky Face, it’s neon blue radiance shimmering around the room.

  A white energy net overlaid itself over all the remaining simians within Arthon’s range. He gave Horus a two-fingered salute over his heart. A sign of great respect. It had taken a while but we were all coming together as a family. Ahh, the heady days of youth. Had it already been nearly a decade?

  The smell of burnt fur assaulted my nostrils. Knocking me out of my reverie. Having heightened awareness can be quite the drawback some of the time. Doctor Impossible, looking rather large and in charge in her green, black and white shimmer suit, activated her nano missiles and fired them at the heart of the invading forces. Non-lethal of course. Her name was quite apt. Various splotches of goo expanded outward, incapacitating many of the remaining primates. In any event, my current passenger didn’t want to fly first class. Unfortunately for him, that’s what he got. There were advantages to being in such a high-class meeting place. A whole ton of fancy greek inspired rotundas to fly out of. I sprang skyward, grinning from ear to ear as the wind hit my face. Passenger excluded. Then a beam of emerald green encased the gorilla.

  The four-footed Bardaxian reinforcements had arrived. Cooper’s overjoyed barks mirrored his mental voice. <> See, for the most part, all of the Bardaxians, for all their quips and general enthusiasm looked just like Earth’s very own K-9s. My friend, in particular, resembled a giant black german shepherd. Right down to his tail. Currently, that canine face of his was on a swivel. Looking for more targets. Using my multispectral sight, I detected a faint aura in the distance, near the northern part of the island. I linked into the rest of my team on our personal coms net:

  <> Various levels of gleeful barking filled the air around me.

  Doc snorted delicately. She relayed back, <> I could feel the air around me expand as Arthon hurled the rest of the malcontents into a pocket dimension. I don’t usually ask too much about his powerset. Since most of it is redacted to someone like me. It’s super hush-hush and all that. At least we managed to convince him to wear something other than black. Unlike a few years ago, he was in a much more vibrant getup now. White and blue. With a rather fetching golden sash. He wouldn’t talk about it much but his mission to the Heart of Heaven demolished the original suit. Eddie still smiled when Light-Bearer put on his white dynamo mask.

  *****

  Ritark enhanced the portals. Forming the words in his mind. Just as his father taught him. He could feel the lay lines of magic coalescing around Union Hall. Like silver shafts of light.

  Between Arthon’s Markav tech and his added surprises of magic, hiding in the symbology and implants of the Muthra helped. Light-Bearer could truly live up to his name and the Litari could help his crewmates in a much more direct manner. Like Eliza, he was a person of dual heritage as well. It might even explain why Chronos tried to “acquire” him so long ago. He wished he could picture his father’s face but that knowledge was sealed away with mystical reinforcement. He knew his sire wasn’t of Litari but that was the only clue he had. It made him sympathize with Earth’s situation even more. Tied to Earth and the Stars. A Bardaxian, in the form of an Irish Setter, was barking incessantly. General Whitehouse’s voice boomed, <>

  Star replied, <>

  *****

  Madame Mayhem stalked the corridors of Union Hall. The first distraction was already in effect but that wouldn’t waylay that damned Banner and her 4-footed glowing blue lightbulbs for long. Already her Keeper enhanced senses detected that Star was already within the complex once more. Making a bee-line for the Library. She nodded at the other TA security officers. Hoping that her cloaking would remain intact.

  Mr. Orion insisted that this form of magical cloaking would conceal her from even someone as robust as Sir Avalon. Her heart froze as a red, white, and blue blur shot past her. One of the Blue Defenders paused, its chocolate Labrador face inches from her own. Its voice called out in greeting, <> She plastered a polite grin on her face. “I haven’t seen anyone but you all and the Library security.” Another demi ran past. His retro style suit adorned with a giant glass dome and two “rayguns” at his hips. He winked at her and kept moving. His red jacket shimmering with additional blue defender shielding.

  She had to buy Karvax more time. He was the other distraction. To outwit these demis they would need at least 3 or more distraction teams. Luckily Agent Brookes was also proving useful.

  *****

  Puzzler opened a private link, <

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