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#254: Untold Tales of the City of GMY vs Al B. Harper, or I Fought the Law… Previously: As the Parody Master gathers his forces to assault Earth, the various governments bring legislation to control their metahuman populations through the biotechnic Obedience Brand and legislation compelling all superheroes to receive it. In the US, Special Resolution 1066 is due to be voted on the day after the civil court case against prominent weird scientist Al B. Harper of the Lair Legion begins. Having unearthed but then lost the required evidence of government corruption at a secret torture camp in Colorado, the Legion now has to find other ways of addressing a darkening situation. And the trial commences… The events leading to this trial are chronicled in UT#220: Yuki Must Die, UT#221: The Machinery of War, or Lost Causes, and UT#222: The Tangled Web. Cast and locations are at Who's Who in the Parodyverse and Where's Where in the Parodyverse. Previous chapters are found on The Hooded Hood's Homepage of Doom. ORAL ARGUMENT OF MR J. R. M. SNEEK ON BEHALF OF THE PETITIONERS: “Mr Chief Justice, may it please the court, I have the great honour of representing the fine city of Gothametropolis York in their suit against Mr Al B. Harper. Yuki Shiro paced the hallway outside civil court number one. The cyborg P.I. still wore her sleek leather jacket and her hair was still purple, but out of deference for the courthouse she’d put on formal black slacks and a severe white blouse that made her look like a cross between a legal secretary and Lara Croft. “This so sucks,” she said. “You knew it was going to be grisly,” Dancer reminded her. Sarah Shepherdson was still in her trademark danskin and leggings, with a Fame sweatshirt pulled over the ensemble. Her raven hair was tied back into a casual ponytail. “This is Vera Klein’s way of getting back at you for embarrassing her in front of her voters and minions, and of trying to make the Lair Legion look bad. It’s no accident that this show trial was scheduled for the day before the government votes on Special Resolution 1066, the Freedom and Patriot Act that demands all metahumans register and receive an Obedience Brands to enforce their behaviour.” “You’re saying that I’m helping Herbert Garrick and his control-Nazis to push that stuff through the House?” Yuki frowned. “I should just have vanished. They’d never find me.” “You should not,” contradicted the Probability Dancer. “dull thud did that when ZOXXON tried to sue him over ownership of his symbiotic telepathic tapeworm Cressida. He didn’t stand and fight, and so we lost him. Now he’s out there hiding, and we can’t protect him. And he’s not here to help us save the world.” “I don’t want to be dismantled,” Yuki admitted. “And I don’t want to be used to dismantle the Lair Legion.” “Running’s not the answer. That’s kind of why Mumphrey asked me to stay here with you, by the way. Trickshot volunteered to come and shoot you if you tried to leave, but I thought perhaps this way might involve less fatalities. Besides, running of might save you but it leaves poor Al to take the rap, doesn’t it?” “I could rip Vera Klein’s head off first?” “The Shoggoth already volunteered. Let’s just see what Lisa can do before we consider extreme measures, eh?” Sarah smiled a little, “Besides, there are a few things we need to say on record before we’re though, right?” DR A. B. HARPER: “I, Al B. Harper, swear to speak the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. So help me God.” “That’s a lot of press out there,” noted Dreamcatcher Foxglove, CrazySugarFreakBoy! The yellow-skinned enthusiast in the violently-bright green and orange silly suit strained to look down at the crowd of journalists and photographers gathered outside the courthouse. “I could just…” “No,” said Hatman firmly. “You are not going to do one of your famous swear at the reporters scenes. I’m here under orders to stop that.” “So am I,” added Mr Epitome, more tersely. The formerly government-sponsored lawkeeper and the Canadian justice crusader both stood a wary distance from the other, both with arms folded over their chests in the same latent-belligerent manner. CSFB! looked hurt. “Mumphrey doesn’t want me to support Al B?” “Sir Mumphrey didn’t set me on you,” warned Hatman, “Your mother did.” “Ah. Damn.” The wired wonder reflected on the perils of having a parent who acted as media advisor to the Lair Legion, then his butterfly mind passed on to other things. “So how are we doing with the big hole in Colorado? Still looking into it? Heh, I never get tired of that joke.” “So I noticed. Well, it’s got the same classic marks as the other areas the Parody Master absconded with, like Ausgard and Wakandybar and Austernia. But at least this time we got to see the method.” “Those underground monolith things, a bit like the Easter Island moa statues?” The Manga Shoggoth looked up from the anime he was reading. “Yes. I am looking for more like them.” Mr Epiotme still hadn’t become comfortable with how the gelid blob of elder slime in the Invisible Man bandages oozing in the waiting room chair could divide his mass to be in more than one place at once. “You’re trying to find buried city-stealing technology? Right now?” “Yes. I have located and neutralised similar transfer blocks around Paradopolis and Gothametropolis York, and am now extending my search worldwide. I will preserve one for examination at the Lair Mansion after disconnecting it from the Parody Master’s control.” “You can do that?” CrazySugarFreakBoy! grinned. “Cool!” “So Foom’s mission gained us something, at least,” admitted Epitome. “Yes,” agreed capped crusader. “Now we know that the ‘Dan Drury’ who set up Epitome and I last week wasn’t the real deal. Somebody’s going to pay for that.” “Well, I’ll chip in for the damages claim as long as next time you whup Epitome within an inch of his life you give me a call so I can come and help.” “It wasn’t like that,” growled Epitome. “It wasn’t like that. I…” growled Hatman. “Oh, never mind. Let’s get on with business. How’s that review of potentials for the Junior LL training programme coming on…?” MR J. R. M. SNEEK: “Dr Harper, have you ever done contract work for the US Government?” “That does it,” snarled Visionary, infuriated at the tone and content of the interrogation of Al B. Harper. “I’m tired of the constant smear campaigns against the Lair Legion. I’m fed up of those press sleaze rumours that are completely unfounded. I’m fed up of us being the punchline of every innuendo on the planet. It’s time for this to stop!” “What can you do about it?” asked Asil uncertainly. She laid a warning hand on Visionary’s lemon yellow coat. “I know you are a Great Man, but really, the media will believe what it wants to believe. Or what will sell airtime.” “I’m going to talk to them. Put them straight.” “I thought Sir Mumphrey said we were not to talk to the reporters?” the Lair Legion’s administrator pointed out. Asil looked just like a younger, non-slutty version of LL member Lisa Waltz, with curling brown hair, dazzling eyes, and a perky challenging grin; naturally, since she was actually a clone of the amorous advocatrix. “I’ve been talking to reporters since before my time as leader of the Legion,” Vizh replied determinedly. Then he spoiled the effect by adding, “Statistically, I’m really due to come out ahead this time.” He strode over to the rope line holding back the press gaggle and waited a moment while his eyes adjusted to the flashbulbs and the arc lights. “Visionary, is it true that you paid off Paradopolis University to drop charges of sexual misconduct with your students?” “Visionary, did you and the other members of the Lair Legion launch an illegal attack to destroy a government facility in Bareta, Colorado?” “Visionary, can you confirm that you blew up the Willow nightclub under orders from a Mangatown crimelord?” “Visionary, is it true that you are also an android, created by Baron Zemo to conquer the world?” “Enough!” the admittedly possibly-fake man shouted out, raising his hands for order. “I’m real, dammit!” “Heh, he said it!” grinned one happy reporter who’s got his sound bite. “Well, I am. Almost completely for sure. Anyway, that’s not what I’m here to say. I’m here to speak to those disgraceful slanders that you guys have been filling your pages with, untrue things you’ve said about my friends.” The reporters fell quiet. Vizh pressed on, surprised and gratified that at last he had a chance to set the record straight. “First off, the Daily Trombone has released documents about the allegations made against me last year, showing that they were orchestrated for malicious purposes by Avis Enterprises, and that… that…” Visionary became acutely aware that the press corps wasn’t looking at him at all. They were looking across the courthouse foyer at the new arrival. Odoona of Poorta was not entirely nude. The green-skinned Caphan slave-girl was wearing her ceremonial jewellery, and it gleamed almost as much as her oiled and scented body. She walked unconcerned by the crowds through a corridor that spontaneously opened up before her. She walked right towards Visionary. “Vizh,” murmured Asil in the Great Man’s ear, “was this part of your media plan?” “Urk,” he replied. Odoona reached Visionary, courtesied gracefully, and fell to her knees before him. “Lord Visionary, I am come as Bearer of the Birth Tidings for Miiri of Lemuria, of the House of Shoggoth. I come to announce that she has begun the time of her blessing, and that the child you sired upon her is ready to come into the world. I come to plead your attendance upon the birthing of your offspring, and summon you to the Tasks of Potency and the Giving of the Flesh.” “Urk,” Vizh repeated. “Deeela, Losiira, Luuma and I will be the principal members of your Mera’h, the birthing party charged with satisfying your lusts for the days while Lady Miiri toils at her blessing, but of course you can bring whatever chattels you desire to join with us in entertaining you. Have you decided on your choices? We thought perhaps the Lady Dancer, and Lady Asil, and Lady Hallie, and perhaps Slavemistress Lisa? But you must come to Lemuria now, for Miiri’s hour is upon her, Master.” Vizh and Asil exchanged looks as the national media surrounded them. “I’ll cover the spin, shall I?” offered Asil with a cringe. MS L. L. WALTZ: “Mayor Klein, we’ve all been fascinated by your version of the events of the night the city of Gothametropolis York was threatened by giant monsters from the radioactive Wasteland. But somehow your account seems to have neglected the concerted attempt by the robot criminal cadre the Machine Shop and by dozens of other mercenaries to kill Ms Shiro in the streets of her home city. Were those attacks allowed to take place because you had given permission for them, or were you and your police force merely incompetent?” “Hey kid,” Trickshot looked up. “I thought you’d be out learning stuff with your new buddy the Hooded Hood?” Hacker Nine blanched. That was when Trickshot noticed the waxy paleness on the young techno-anarchist’s face and the red blotchy rims around his eyes. “I need to talk with you,” Zach Zelnitz answered. The archer looked over the observation gallery at the media feeding frenzy around Visionary below. “Right now?” he sighed. “I wuz just waiting to see how Vizh could dig hisself deeper than this new world record of his.” “Right now,” Zack insisted. “It’s important.” Carl Bastion realised that H9 was shivering. “This way,” he said, drawing the youngster away from the balcony edge. “So what is it?” Hacker Nine held out his datapad. “I hacked into the SPUD secure database,” he explained. “I’ve forwarded a copy of everything I got to Hallie.” “Good fer you,” Trickshot applauded. “But that don’t explain why you’re interruptin’ The Visionary Show.” “There was a secret file,” H9 went on. “I mean one that was so hidden that even the SPUD people didn’t know it was there. It was a message, buried so deep that nobody was ever going to find it. Nobody but me.” “Modest, ain’t yo kid?” “No, I mean it. It was left for me to find. From Natalia Romanza.” Trickshot’s blonde-bearded head shot up. “Whut? From Talia?” H9 nodded. “It’s quite old now. Months. Can I play it to you?” “You better, kid.” Zack fumbled with his datapad. “This is it.” “Carl, this is Natalia. I’m almost out of time. Dan Drury’s been ousted from SPUD, replaced by Exemplary. You can’t trust SPUD any more. I don’t know what they’ve done with Drury, but it won’t be good. If he’s alive, find him. He knows how to shut SPUD down if he has to.” A sound of hammering came over the audio file, then the breaking of metal. “I’m out of time, Carl. I need help. I need you to find me, because I won’t get out of this by myself.” Trickshot sat forward, the laconic arrogance on his face suddenly replaced with a deadly fury. “I’m going to download this message into the mainframe,” Natalia continued, “hidden so well that only Hacker Nine could find it. If he does, and passes it to you… I’ve never asked anyone for help before, ever. I’m asking you, Carl. Talia out.” Then there was hiss. “That’s all there was,” Zack told the archer. “Okay,” breathed Carl Bastion, reaching for his bow and quiver. “You got anythin’ planned fer later on today?” he demanded of Hacker Nine. “I was going to… No,” answered Zelnitz. “Good. C’mon. We’re gonna invade us a SPUD helicarrier.” MS HALLIE: “I’m Hallie. I’m a heuristic artificial life learning intelligence entity, a computer sentience. I was created in part from the brain-patterns of a murdered computer scientist, but unlike Yuki who retains her personality because she is the same person she was before her accident, I am a new being. I am also one of the foremost experts on artificial intelligence on the planet, as witnessed by my long list of journal publications, patents, and articles.” “They’re all over them, Mac,” Josh Clement said to Reverend Fleetwood as they watched the coverage of the trial at the Zero Street Mission. “The Legion can fight alien invasions and villains with death rays, but they don’t know how to even start tackling stuff like this.” “It’s a sad day when the heroes in our society are hounded to destruction,” agreed the young minister. He eyed the intense black man sat on the reversed chair by the old black and white TV. “So what do you think they should do?” The former De Brown Streak shrugged. “Me? I don’t think they should do anything.” “I don’t follow you.” “They shouldn’t do anything,” Josh emphasised. “They can’t win. They can’t make people respect them, they can’t force people to let ‘em save the day. The world gets the heroes it deserves. If the world tears down its heroes then the world deserves what it gets in their place.” “That’s a very negative view, Joshua.” Josh shook his head. “It just says that the story’s not always about the Lair Legion, that’s all. Sometimes the heroes look after the little guy. Sometimes the little guy has to look after the heroes. Has to be the hero. There’s some things a private citizen can do, can say, that not one of the Legionnaires could get away with.” “What are you suggesting?” “I’m suggesting that a minister of the Zero Street Mission must know an awful lot of people. And a lot of those people must have been helped by the Lair Legion and the other capes over the years. I’m saying that the loud minority’s had it’s day. I’m saying it’s time for the silent majority to get off its ass. Now, before it’s too late.” “You’re going to try and rouse the people.” “Hey, I’m an expert,” grinned DBS, “but nah, it can’t be me. I’m a notorious ex-mutate terrorist who was a probationary Legionnaire. Tomorrow I’m heading home to Trinidad and disappearing so they can’t use me against the guys.” He glanced over at Mac Fleetwood. “But somebody has to… you know, save the world.” “Josh,” swallowed the Reverend, “you’ve come a long way.” CHIEF JUSTICE DANIELS: “The court is not willing to recognise the entity Hallie without further evidence, but we will permit the entity Yuki Shiro to take the witness stand.” “They wouldn’t listen to me,” fumed Hallie. “Not legally able to speak in a court! No voice, no say, no regard!” “Yeah,” agreed Flapjack, the Lair Legion’s disgusting hunchbacked retainer. “That was harsh. Need a body rub?” “I’m sorry, Hallie,” sympathised Amber St Clare. “But we always knew there was a possibility that you wouldn’t be recognised as an expert witness. The opposition had lined up that Ulz Hagen woman to testify against you and…” “That’s not the point! I know they didn’t make a determination about my legal status either way. But I wasn’t able to go in there and help my friend!” “Oh. Well I’m sorry about that, too.” “Look, they’ve got the pitchforks out for Al whatever,” Flapjack opined. “I say we just pull up the drawbridge, heat up the molten lead, and give ‘em something to cry about.” Hallie was so angry that she glowed, the data lines in her bodysuit shining like neon strands. “Do they know what I could do, if I turned against them? Do they? I could make Ultizon look like a wind-up toy! I could make the Supreme Interference seem like a calculator!” “I’m… pretty sure they do know what you could do, yes,” agreed Amber, the government’s liaison officer. “They keep a pretty close watch on you.” “Well I hope they’re watching closely when I shut down their nasty little brain-control operation and bring their pathetic secret societies and hidden enclaves down around their ears,” the artificial intelligence warned. “Um, now you’re scaring me,” confessed Amber. “Yeah, that’s pretty good declaiming,” agreed Flapjack. “You might want to throw back your head and laugh manically for a bit, though. But otherwise, I was convinced.” Hallie blinked at the hunchbacked major domo. “I’m starting to sound like a super-villain?” “Or a Frankenstein-type creation that’s had enough and is about to declare war on humanity,” shrugged Flapjack. “Your choice. Either way, you go girl, and I got your back. Or some portion of your rear anatomy anyhow.” The artificial intelligence fizzed with fury for a moment before forcing herself to unclench her fists. “Damn,” she swore. “I hate being the good one!” Amber St Clare watched her walk away and relaxed her finger off the emergency button on the communicator in her jacket pocket. “She’s plenty mad,” Flapjack noted, watching Hallie stalk away to join the party heading for Lemuria. “I’d love to see the files on what she’s got planned for the day she really does go over the top.” “So would I,” agreed Amber St Clare. “Do you think you could get them for me?” Flapjack realised that the government liaison was serious. “Well sure I could. I dust the data cores, remember? But I can’t do it. It breaks the Code of the Flapjacks.” “You people actually have a Code? A moral code?” “Well, we have a Code. We’re not allowed to betray the master. Steal a bit and spy and stuff yeah, but not actually betray. It’s really frowned on.” “But Hallie’s not your master, is she? I mean, she’s just another employee. We’d be covering the Legion’s back if we checked out what she had stored away. And we’ll never have a better chance than while she’s out of communication with the Mansion when she’s in Lemuria.” “You really want me to break into her datacore for you, Amber? Why should I do that?” The attractive young woman leaned forward and smiled at Flapjack. “Because I would be grateful.” “Really?” swallowed the hunchback. “How grateful?” “Very grateful.” “Erm... how very grateful are we talking about here, Amber?” “Very grateful. All night.” “Ah.” ARGUMENT OF MS L. L. WALTZ ON BEHALF OF THE DEFENDANT: “The court is trying to treat this lawsuit as just another case. It isn’t. The world media outside shows that. The massive political pressures brought to bear on the judiciary shows that. The timing of the case, starting at the time of the SR 1066 vote, shows that. The references made to events far outside the purview of this case that many have felt are relevant to the motivations and mechanisms of the principals show that. “You are required to surrender yourself to MI5, to hand over your pocketwatch, and to submit to Patriot Branding and debriefing on or before the end of this month, Sir Mumphrey. The consequences of failing to do so will be severe and immediate.” “I see. And what about my oath as Keeper of the Chronometer of Infinity, to maintain and protect the timeline against those who would distort it? And what about my oath as a Knight of the British Empire to preserve the Commonwealth from those who would conquer it? ‘Britons never, never, never shall be slaves’” “This isn’t easy, Sir Mumphrey,” the voice on the secure line warned the leader of the Lair Legion. “Of course, the general populace has not been informed of the true reasons for the Crown Powers Act 2006. But our defence analysts have determined that the chances of resisting a concerted assault by the forces of the Parody Master are very small. He has… let it be known that if we bring our metahuman weapons under control – disarm, in effect – then he will allow Earth to remain neutral in his war of conquest against the Parodyverse..” “Has he now? Most interestin’ bit of information, that.” “He was very convincing when he sent his forces to visit several world governments three months ago, including ours. The general view is that the metahuman legislation is the prudent course.” “Sounds like appeasement to me,” grumped the eccentric Englishman. “Paying the Danegeld, and all that. The wolf offerin’ the lambs mercy if they tie up the sheepdogs.” “If you do not yield, and use all the persuasions you can muster to encourage your team-mates in the Lair Legion to do the same, then the authorities will have no choice but to act against you.” “We didn’t bow down to Philip of Spain, or to Napoleon, or the Tsar, or the Kaiser, or to that bounder Hitler,” Mumphrey growled. “Bit late in the day to start cow-towing to dictators now, don’t you think? Tell those pimply mewling oiks at the Ministry of Defence I said so. And tell ‘em that they can take their surrender and shove it where your father would have graphically told ‘em to. And tell them that if they don’t, I will.” “I shall… convey your message. Verbatim.” The voice at the other end of the line paused. “Be very careful. England expects every man to do his duty.” “Absolutely, your majesty,” replied Sir Mumphrey Wilton. “I still can’t believe you managed to get them to defer the hearing,” laughed Al B. Harper. “How the hell did you convince the judges that the case couldn’t be properly heard in the current climate?” “Oh, you know,” Lisa L Waltz preened. “The usual stuff. And I had an inside man on the bench. About two years ago. I had him right there on the bench.” “That is so unfair,” grumbled Arnie J. Armbruster, Yuki’s attorney. “Every time I try that I get slapped with a restraining order.” “It doesn’t matter how she did it,” Hatman pointed out. “It buys us time. If we can just sort out this SR 1066 mess then get back to planning how we can resist the Parody Master, then…” The triumphant knot of Legionnaires found their path blocked by Special Agent Herbert P. Garrick, his deputy Rupert Holcombe, and Hector Manchester, the Director of the Office for Paranormal Security, with a half dozen grim-looking FBI men. Ranged behind them were the B-Class of the Federal Metahuman Resource Centre and a dozen sentinoids. “Not so fast, Harper,” Garrick called out to the Lair Legion’s archscientist. “You are under arrest.” “Al’s just been discharged until the next court date is determined,” Lisa pointed out. “This is a criminal charge, not a civil one,” Rupert Holcome informed them. “Al Harper, you are under arrest on a charges of treason and conspiracy against the government and people of the United States of America.” “He’s what?” gasped CrazySugarFreakBoy! “I’m what?” Al B. demanded. “On what grounds?” insisted Mr Epitome.” “You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…” “I’m his attorney,” Lisa Waltz declared. “Talk to me.” “You’re not taking Al B. anywhere,” warned CSFB! “Not without a fight.” Hatman reached out and held his friend back. “Dream, that’s just what they want. Right here, in front of the cameras, on the day of the 1066 vote, the Lair Legion flaunting the law.” “The law is an ass!” declared Yuki Shiro. “And you’re an even bigger ass yet, Garrick, if you think you’re getting away with this!” Mr Epitome examine the warrant. “It’s legal,” he admitted. “But the charges have to be spurious. I expect.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence!” Al B. snorted at the paragon of power. “We can’t just let them take Al!” objected Yuki. Lisa shook her head. “The alternative is fighting the government, declaring ourselves outlaw right here, right now.” “Fine,” shouted CSFB! “Let’s go for it!” “We’re kind of outgunned,” Hatman pointed out. “Not that we couldn’t take down Garrick’s toy soldiers and his wind-up tin men if we had to, but we’re in a crowded courthouse filled with civilians.” “Are you coming quietly?” Garrick asked Al B., “or do we use force?” Al glanced across at his team-mates; at the pale faces of Miss Framlicker and Amy and Cody in the crowd; at the world media watching the drama unfolds before them. “I am an innocent man,” he announced, loudly enough for the microphones to pick it up. “This is another attempt by a corrupt government to persecute those who oppose them. But because I have nothing to hide, and confidence that justice will prevail, I’ll go along and take my day in court. Again.” “Say the word and we’ll take them down, every one of them,” Yuki hissed. “I’ll be accompanying my client and ensuring his civil rights,” Lisa warned as they handcuffed the shocked scientist and bundled him into a waiting armoured prison vehicle. “And we’ll be taking steps to stop this nonsense persecution once and for all,” warned Hatman. “Good luck with that,” smirked Herbert P. Garrick. “You know, Visionary had the right idea with you,” Mr Epitome warned the G-Man. Garrick hurriedly retreated down the courthouse steps to the safety of the FMRC squad. CrazySugarFreakBoy! took the distraction as an opportunity to slip away and bounce down to meet the press. As soon as the security van doors closed the dimensional transportation circuitry laced in the vehicle walls hummed to life and shifted Al and Lisa across the vortex to their true destination. “Miss Waltz!” proclaimed the High Priest of the Parody Master. “This is indeed an unexpected bonus. We merely sought the scientist, but this will be so much better.” At 4.35pm that day, Special Resolution 1066 was passed by a narrow majority and was enacted into law. In UT#255: What do Lisa, Al B., Liu Xi, Hallie, Trickshot, Hacker 9, Dancer, Gloria, Flapjack, Amber, and Sir Mumphrey Wilton have in common? Answer: they’re all up against situations are that Forbidden and Dangerous. Next time. Oh, and it’s just conceivable that Vizh might offer a Mirri’s Mera’h tie-in. Possibly for adults only. This image is by Dancer. The one at the top of the page is by Vizh. *** The Footnote is an Ass: Jeremiah R. M. Sneek is from the Gothametropolis law firm of Sneek, Grabbitt, and Thuggery, an exclusive practise whose largest (in many senses) client is Harry Flask, the alleged Lynchpin of Crime. dull thud and Cressida the Wonder Worm fled from a lawsuit by oil industrialists ZOXXON after thud saw a vision of the possible future via a trap of the Hooded Hood’s. They absconded in UT#200: The Feast of Yule, and Other Anomalies and haven’t been heard from since. I keep hoping the poster comes back because I have other stories I want to tell about these two. The trouble between Mr Epitome and Hatman refers to their rather public brawn and subsequent arrest in GMY in Resolution Crisis War #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 and #7. Al B’s Testimony includes references to his adventures at WeirdSciCon 2005, chronicled at UT#211: Going the Distance, UT#212: Executive Strategy, UT#213: Unconventional Behaviour , and UT#214: The Plot Device, to his rivalry with his former room-mate Dr Brock P. Lydekker (whose first chronological appearance was in Great Parodyverse Monents #1: The Study Group), and to his casual sexual relationship with Yuki Shiro, established in the writings of Yuki’s creator AnimeJason. Dr Day-Vincent and Professor Weed Wrichards are two of the most famous and foremost scientists in the Parodyverse. Visionary’s fathering of a child on Miiri of Caph is summarised in Heart of Darkness Epilogue 1: Matters of the Heart (and other organs) by Vizh. Miiri, one of nine green-skinned slavegirls from the planet Caph and rescued by the Lair Legion, “thanked” Vizh in UT#190: Heart’s Blood, or Weird Romance. The Caphan expectations of a ceremony of birthing are outlined in Very Public Relations by Visionary. Asil Ashling, Lisa’s sweeter, infinitely more innocent clone, has always been Vizh’s number one supporter, believing him to be “a Great Man”. She is currently working as administrator of the Lair Legion and as Sir Mumphrey Wilton’s amanuensis. Contessa Natalia Romanza, masterspy, was cornered aboard the SPUD helicarrier in Ut#240: Digging the Dirt. So far nobody has worked out how she escaped or where she went to, despite the clues. Natalia was once married to the Carl Bastion of the main PV reality before she colluded in his murder (Lair Legion Year One #2), and has been reluctant to act on her attraction to the Carl Bastion – Trickshot – of another universe who has come to the prime reality and joined the Lair Legion. Yuki’s Testimony: The “murderthon” that Yuki Shiro alludes to Mayor Klein using to gain power in GMY was chronicled in UT#167: The Return of Fin Fang Foom Again, or Leadership Challenges, UT#168: Blood Vengeance, or Into the Killing Fields, and UT#169: The Lair Legion vs the Hordes of Armageddon.. A case built against her, the Lynchpin, and others, was derailed at the last minute in UT#239: Fall of the Dark Knight. Cast from that story have been vanishing ever since. And Now a Word From Our Sponsor: (I’ll also post this as a separate note with an identifying subject line) This is a note to Finny, DK, Whitney, Ziles, Donar, G-Eyed, Exile, Falc, thuddy, and any of you other guys and girls that used to be regulars around the board and have gradually drifted away. We miss you, of course, and we’re always glad when you drop by to say hi. We’d be happier still if you were back contributing as regularly as you used to. In Untold Tales I try to emphasise the cast of the active posters at the time, so if you ever happen to read a new chapter there’s a fairly small chance your character will be in it. That’s not because we don’t want your character there. It’s just a feature of having so many cast to juggle anyhow. The folks who are reading the stories right now get their characters to be in the middle of the stories. In fact the chances are that if you’ve not been around for a long time now your character has somehow got sidelined, sent off on some quest or settled somewhere so there’s a good in-story reason why he or she isn’t turning up to help out their friends every time things get grim. I’m often the person who sets up those “retirements”, but I try to keep the door open so the character can be “unretired” if and when you decide you want them back in the game. I worry though that having your characters sidelined might be a barrier that discourages you from coming back to active posting. So if you feel you’d like to have your character returned to active duty, if you want to get back into the groove, just say so and it’ll be done. There’s characters I really miss writing. I’m just waiting for an excuse. For some people, their posting in the Parodyverse was a time and a place in their lives that may have gone, and if so we wish you well. But others have gone and returned, and if that’s something that appeals to you I urge you to commit yourself to trying it. But whatever you do, don’t think we’ve forgotten you or want to exclude you. We’re just waiting for the excuse to suck you back in. IW Original concepts, characters, and situations copyright © 2006 reserved by Ian Watson. Other Parodyverse characters copyright © 2006 to their creators. The use of characters and situations reminiscent of other popular works do not constitute a challenge to the copyrights or trademarks of those works. The right of Ian Watson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the UK Copyright, Designs & Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved. |
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