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The Story; Important information about the world.
Topic Started: Oct 21 2008, 12:52 PM (69 Views)
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Second. Word’s got a few different meanings. Such as a unit of time equal to one-sixtieth of a Minute. Not really the second we’re talking about. It also means Successor, something that follows the first. That’s closer to the one we’re talking about. See... I’m a Second. Short for Second Generation of Humanity, Long for ‘Deuce’. I see that doesn’t really clear things up. Maybe I should go back a little farther.

It’s the 80s. President Reagan had proposed a Satellite based Anti-Nuclear missile defense network called ‘Star Wars’ for the news. We thought that was kinda Catchy... until it took on a whole new meaning. See, People had wondered if we were alone... In the universe, that is. Pretty moot point, as we lacked any way to find out one way or another. That is until they answered for us. We didn’t know what they called themselves... they looked like big bugs... Only... kinda humanoid. They weren’t the Diplomatic types. Their first action against us was to drop a bomb. They followed that up with ground assault parties, and such. I was a Soldier at the time... I’d been preparing for Ruskies. Now, I had to prepare for Space Cockroaches.

The good news was, they died. Just as easy as we did. The Earth fought against them hard. And Pushed ‘em back. It turned into a stalemate quick. Any time one of their ships entered the atmosphere, we were already tracking it with a few Surface-to-Air Missiles. We were able to pick off most of their bombs in the air, before they made it to the ground. Their ships didn’t have shields... They had Lasers, but they were slow to fire, and lacked a whole lot of punch. But it turns out, what they lacked in hardware, they made up for with Biological Warfare. They dropped a Dirty bomb on us. Hit in the middle of New York. None of the defenses could catch it... It released some kinda spore... There was somebody point blank on it when it dispersed. This is where a lot of people would start thanking God for the Common Cold. See, the guy that was right there when it went off had a cold. Their germ merged with our Common cold... and Mutated... See, their bug spread over the whole planet in about 2 days. For 3 days, the entire planet had the worst cold it had ever had. On the 4th day, however.. .We all got better. And some of us... Got Even better than normal...

It seems their bug was designed to attack our DNA... And it did that... but it didn’t destroy it like it was supposed to... all it got to do was tweak it. You started seeing changes... Big Changes. Some people’s bodies couldn’t take it. Some ended up dying from the changes... but some became stronger... Like, Lifting Cars, Stronger. Flying through the air, and crushing Bug-Ships with their Minds, Stronger. Able to Control Energy flows, stronger. The weapon they designed to wipe us out turned to Wipe them out... With these Superpowered beings, we were able to take the fight to them... in ways we never could before. The Ultimate was Lee Johnson. He was the one who could control energy like he was breathing.. .A team of Telekinetics, and energy manipulators were ejected from a plane at a High altitude... The TKs formed a bubble around them, and carried them out into space... There, they had enough oxygen In the bubble to find where the Bugs’ Mothership was... The energy users fed Johnson their power, and he converted it into beams of Hot Death for the hive ship, as we called it. With this small team, we were finally able to beat the bugs for good... because we destroyed where they came from.

With the war now over, The news was praising these new Super-beings as Heroes. The ones who had Saved Humanity. They bantered about a few terms, until someone in the news coined the term ‘Second Generation of Humanity.’ It sounded respectful, and all that stuff. The Term caught on... and they started calling us all Seconds, for short. See? Make a little more sense now? But time wears on... people started growing distrustful of Seconds... Largely because a few of them had decided to abuse the power they’d been given. The world saw Super-Criminals, Super-Terrorists... and not too many Seconds who stood up to stop them. Add into that, Humanity’s classic distrust of anything different. Some people started Speculating that this was the Bugs’ plan for us the whole time... give us time to breed a few more super beings... then show up, and send a signal... Then, they’ve got an army of super-powered soldiers at their beck and call. Kind of a scary thought, because we don’t know for sure that it's wrong.

Now, we’re up to today. A Good 30 years later. There’s a whole Generation running around now that weren’t even around to see the war. And the Seconds are multiplying by the moment... There’s more being born all the time. We’re still pretty rare... but another Second is discovering his or her powers every day. The Governments want ‘em for their own... To study them, to have them as their Soldiers... any of that kind of stuff. There are Seconds who can't seem to control themselves or their powers. Another story hits the news nightly about some punk Second somewhere usin' his powers and hurting people. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes not. Doesn't matter why someone gets hut though. Always makes somebody mad.

There are others... Like Lee Johnson... Hero of the war. Turned his fame into fortune. Now, in addition to being one of the most physically powerful men on the planet, he's also one of the most financially powerful men in the world. All but owns Pinnacle City... He’s also become something of an unofficial spokesman for the Seconds of the world. Equal rights and stuff are all good. A Second SHOULD be able to openly be in any job he wants... But sometimes... he talks like instead of Equal Treatment, he wants better treatment. And too many seconds are all over that idea.

So the World’s in a Tricky spot again. You got Humans who think we’re the weapons of the Bugs. You got Seconds who think the World is Theirs now. You got Innocent people caught in the middle. So who’s there to help keep the peace? I am. Name’s Daniel Anderson. I’ve found a group of Seconds in various places who had nowhere else to turn. I’ve trained them... made them into a team. But not like many people think. I know better than to put a buncha seconds under one roof. Might as well paint a target on it. I teach 'em a bit about control, Tactics, and such... then I let 'em live their lives. On my payroll. See, they're spread out throughout the city, connected by communicators.

We’re the Protectors. It’s who we are, it’s what we do. But we can't operate in the Open... Too many laws against that... but if we stay in those... too many people stand to get hurt, because of the Bureaucracy. I've started finding Seconds that need help... some of 'em are little more than kids. I put up a Foundation to Educate people about Seconds... But it's mainly a Front. I've done some things in my life I'm not proud of... But they've given me some connections. Now... I'm a Merc. So are a few of the kids I've found and trained. We don't go on Missions... more like Little Protection jobs... Catching Second Fugitives... Bodyguarding... That kind of thing. But those are really just Training runs for what's in store for these kids... There're Seconds plotting some Really Bad Things for this world... And The World will need protectors that can meet the challenge. That's us. Question is... Where do YOU fit into this equation?
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