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re: Bard's Poor Attempt at a Combined Marvel/DC Universe (an ongoing project)
Posted on 5/13/23 at 10:04 am to Bard
Posted on 5/13/23 at 10:04 am to Bard
“Well? What’s the verdict, Hal?”
“I’m not really noticing any change in G’s, Tom. I don’t know what these ‘inertia dampeners’ are, but they don’t seem to be working.”
Ferris Aircraft had won a bid for obtaining some of the Fantastic Four technology. The federal government had manage to acquire some after the famed super-group disappeared shortly after the Galactus Event and quietly auctioned off the rights to work with it to various aircraft companies. Hal’s security clearance and service record helped win them this contract. Hal had been working with Tom Kalmaku, Ferris’ lead mechanic, and dozens of others from around the world in their attempts to use something, anything, from the famed tech to enhance their aircrafts.
“That seems to be the usual story with this Richards-tech. No one’s been able to reverse engineer or adapt any of his work even after all these years. Come on back in and we’ll run some tests, maybe we’ll get lucky and something will show up this time.”
“Roger that, Highball returning to - WHOAH!”
“Hal?!? What’s going on?” Tom’s concern was evident.
“Just missed being hit by something from above.”
“Say again?”
“Something like a green comet just came by me from above and behind, around a 30-degree angle.”
“Hal, I don’t have anything on radar…”
“Neither do I but I have eyes on it. I’m going to try to catch up to it.”
“You’re going to-,” whatever Tom was going to say next was cut off.
“Dammit, Hal,” it was Carol. “You are not going to try to ‘catch up’ to a damned comet in my plane. Whatever it is, it’s not as important as the tech on that jet. Get your arse back here!”
Hal had already increased his speed. They had been doing high-altitude work and the object didn’t look to be moving too much faster than Hal. “It looks like it’s going to crash somewhere ahead of me. Gauging its speed and angle, I should be able to get a good look at it before it hits.”
“Don’t you dare risk yourself over a stupid rock! Hal! Do you hear me!?!”
Hal keyed his mic on and off while he spoke, “I d-..yo-..radio pro-..” He knew she was going to be angry, but she would get over it. He pushed the throttle forward more, he was already able to see that whatever the center mass was, it wasn’t that big. As he closed in on it he realized it looked almost human-like. They were within 10,000 feet of the ground, but he just had to know. He pushed the engines until he pulled beside it, and it was indeed a person! It looked to be a bald man with the world’s worst sunburn, dressed in green and black and covered in a bright green aura. The man was facing upwards, head pointing toward the ground; Hal had no idea what to make of it. The man turned his head to look at Hal, then reached out his hand…
Hal’s altimeter alert went off, he was below ten thousand feet and quickly closing in on the ground. He checked his GPS then to mark his location and heading then veered off to head back to the airfield. It was the first time he could remember ever wanting to hurry to get out of his jet and back to the ground.
“I’m not really noticing any change in G’s, Tom. I don’t know what these ‘inertia dampeners’ are, but they don’t seem to be working.”
Ferris Aircraft had won a bid for obtaining some of the Fantastic Four technology. The federal government had manage to acquire some after the famed super-group disappeared shortly after the Galactus Event and quietly auctioned off the rights to work with it to various aircraft companies. Hal’s security clearance and service record helped win them this contract. Hal had been working with Tom Kalmaku, Ferris’ lead mechanic, and dozens of others from around the world in their attempts to use something, anything, from the famed tech to enhance their aircrafts.
“That seems to be the usual story with this Richards-tech. No one’s been able to reverse engineer or adapt any of his work even after all these years. Come on back in and we’ll run some tests, maybe we’ll get lucky and something will show up this time.”
“Roger that, Highball returning to - WHOAH!”
“Hal?!? What’s going on?” Tom’s concern was evident.
“Just missed being hit by something from above.”
“Say again?”
“Something like a green comet just came by me from above and behind, around a 30-degree angle.”
“Hal, I don’t have anything on radar…”
“Neither do I but I have eyes on it. I’m going to try to catch up to it.”
“You’re going to-,” whatever Tom was going to say next was cut off.
“Dammit, Hal,” it was Carol. “You are not going to try to ‘catch up’ to a damned comet in my plane. Whatever it is, it’s not as important as the tech on that jet. Get your arse back here!”
Hal had already increased his speed. They had been doing high-altitude work and the object didn’t look to be moving too much faster than Hal. “It looks like it’s going to crash somewhere ahead of me. Gauging its speed and angle, I should be able to get a good look at it before it hits.”
“Don’t you dare risk yourself over a stupid rock! Hal! Do you hear me!?!”
Hal keyed his mic on and off while he spoke, “I d-..yo-..radio pro-..” He knew she was going to be angry, but she would get over it. He pushed the throttle forward more, he was already able to see that whatever the center mass was, it wasn’t that big. As he closed in on it he realized it looked almost human-like. They were within 10,000 feet of the ground, but he just had to know. He pushed the engines until he pulled beside it, and it was indeed a person! It looked to be a bald man with the world’s worst sunburn, dressed in green and black and covered in a bright green aura. The man was facing upwards, head pointing toward the ground; Hal had no idea what to make of it. The man turned his head to look at Hal, then reached out his hand…
Hal’s altimeter alert went off, he was below ten thousand feet and quickly closing in on the ground. He checked his GPS then to mark his location and heading then veered off to head back to the airfield. It was the first time he could remember ever wanting to hurry to get out of his jet and back to the ground.
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Posted on 5/13/23 at 10:11 am to Bard
Bruce had been out of the hospital for months and his life was going better than he could ever remember it being. He and much of his team had been transferred to Project: Pegasus where they were working with NASA on building the next generation of gamma detectors for defense satellites. Research and testing on the gamma bomb had come to a halt in the wake of the accident, it had been determined that the rush job in setting up the bomb’s detonation system occurred because of the unexpected change in the testing schedule pushed by the Pentagon. Rather than admit they had made a mistake, military brass was quietly letting the program die off. Bruce was fine with that as he was more interested in pursuing productive uses for gamma technology rather than destructive ones; the military was willing to give him whatever assignment he wanted to forget the event ever happened.
His relationship with Betty had strengthened and deepened. The two were practically inseparable. They both loved Italian food, comedies, board games and spending time in the desert quietly looking up at the stars. Betty loved the corny jokes and puns Bruce came up with, Bruce loved her rare form of empathic honesty.
The only problem in this nearly perfect life was that he felt a slowly growing feeling of rage when Betty wasn’t around. He had grown up pushing anger down then diffusing through looking at the illogic of being angry for no reason, but lately he felt his control slipping. Only Betty’s presence kept him from fully losing control. He was afraid of what might happen were she no longer in his life and that fear sometimes tried to grow into unreasoning jealousy. That too he pushed down and diffused, or at least tried to. Ever since waking up from the coma it felt like there was bottle of endless anger somewhere within him, rattling and shaking as it tried to free itself. He had begun meditating as a means of trying to master this new, inner demon and it seemed to have some small positive effect. Still, it worried him.
This worry was at the forefront of his mind as he neared the Big Belly Burger, his eyes automatically looking through the glass to find Betty the moment he rounded the corner of the building. He saw her, she as sitting with someone… no, it was him. HIM! Hal Jordan! They were talking… and laughing… Bruce spun back around the corner of the building from to try to wrestle down this sudden surge of negative emotions. His thoughts began racing, as they sped up they turned into bitterness, then anger, then rage. It made no sense! He felt he was being drowned in a sea of hatred and loathing. His breathing became labored, he felt himself growing hot. He tried desperately to shove it all down but the thoughts would not be denied. His pulse raced and his sight dimmed as an endless, mindless fury swallowed him. His head felt like it was being stabbed with needles, his skin felt like he was standing in the sun. She's leaving you for Hal, something deep within him whispered, because you are so weak and p-
His relationship with Betty had strengthened and deepened. The two were practically inseparable. They both loved Italian food, comedies, board games and spending time in the desert quietly looking up at the stars. Betty loved the corny jokes and puns Bruce came up with, Bruce loved her rare form of empathic honesty.
The only problem in this nearly perfect life was that he felt a slowly growing feeling of rage when Betty wasn’t around. He had grown up pushing anger down then diffusing through looking at the illogic of being angry for no reason, but lately he felt his control slipping. Only Betty’s presence kept him from fully losing control. He was afraid of what might happen were she no longer in his life and that fear sometimes tried to grow into unreasoning jealousy. That too he pushed down and diffused, or at least tried to. Ever since waking up from the coma it felt like there was bottle of endless anger somewhere within him, rattling and shaking as it tried to free itself. He had begun meditating as a means of trying to master this new, inner demon and it seemed to have some small positive effect. Still, it worried him.
This worry was at the forefront of his mind as he neared the Big Belly Burger, his eyes automatically looking through the glass to find Betty the moment he rounded the corner of the building. He saw her, she as sitting with someone… no, it was him. HIM! Hal Jordan! They were talking… and laughing… Bruce spun back around the corner of the building from to try to wrestle down this sudden surge of negative emotions. His thoughts began racing, as they sped up they turned into bitterness, then anger, then rage. It made no sense! He felt he was being drowned in a sea of hatred and loathing. His breathing became labored, he felt himself growing hot. He tried desperately to shove it all down but the thoughts would not be denied. His pulse raced and his sight dimmed as an endless, mindless fury swallowed him. His head felt like it was being stabbed with needles, his skin felt like he was standing in the sun. She's leaving you for Hal, something deep within him whispered, because you are so weak and p-
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