This one time at bandcamp [Flashback]

Oh how Lone Star loved these situations. He was at a local club. It was down somewhere in the bayou of New Orleans and business was about to be handled. Anyway Lone Star was seen walking towards an elevator in a regular average joe building before getting off and taking a flight of stairs and getting into another elevator this time the old kind that you had to work yourself. But yes he was in one. Once out that elevator he walked with his suitcase following a very big male around 7 feet tall and roughly three hundred and thirty pounds. He was the hired muscle. He'd point Lone Star into the direction of the red light. It was somewhat of beads instead of a door and once Lone Star walked through he was in a damn strip club of the sorts. He looked around and noticed none of the women were weirded out by his skull themed suit. This was definitely odd. Continuing his walk a voice could be heard "Star, Get your ugly mug over here" Lone Star smiled under his helmet as he turned around and noticed Carmine Flacko. One of New Orleans premiere white collar criminals. Lone Star quickly walked over to his table where all his guest stood up and shook Lone Star's hand one by one. After that they all took seats. Flacko began to speak "I'm assuming you know my guest Lone Star and I'm assuming my guest know you. But anyway did you bring what I asked of you?" Lone Star nodded his head as he responded "Yes, Hello Mr.Reed, Mr. Reacher and Mrs.Crowe nice to finally meet you face to face" They would all reply "Likewise Mr.Star" After that exchange Lone Star would pull up the briefcase and sit it on the table as the guards closely watched with their hands on their guns. Lone Star just turned to them and gave them the same expression his helmet gave them. None. Flacko would chuckle "Boys settle down." With that said Lone Star opened the suitcase revealing a rather large diamond. It was the size of Superman's fist or something. Beautiful rock. Anyway Lone Star would start speaking "This right here is the diamond you wanted no? Took me awhile to actually get it but the job was done with ease once executed" Flacko would reach for the diamond to which Lone Star would close the briefcase and Flacko would scream out "You little bastard..." Lone Star would laugh and shrug his shoulders "What? I'm here to do business. Not to give away a precious diamond." Flacko snapped his fingers as one of his guards walked forward with 2 briefcases and placed them both on the table. The man would open them both revealing clips of fresh hundred dollar bills. Flacko would grin "You like it? Thats 4.8 million dollars right there. Take your money and give me the diamond" Lone Star smiled under his helmet as he picked up those two briefcases of money and began to walk away before a gun went off and a hit Lone Star right in the back on the left shoulder area before barely denting the suit. "Now Flacko that was mean. I didn't shoot you." The two suitcases would fall from Lone Star's hands as he reached into his two chest plates and pulled out two machetes which would start glowing blue with electricity. "Lets have fun now" Those words escaped Lone Star's mouth as the strippers began to run and these bodyguards began to charge him.

Victoria was working this night in the strip club and no she was not dancing for her bands. She was not getting her life on a pole. That was for those low self esteem broads that would rather strip for the alpha male rather than work retail because this was oh so classy. Why work retail when you can drop it like it's hot, on the dot so you can end up in some rich man's kitchen stirring his dinner in a pot?

Yeah Vick was not about that life, not in the least bit. No, she was making her money off normal wages and tips as the bartender in this establishment. Her hair dark and long, her lips red and her eyes a golden brown. She was wearing a black shirt, low cut and buttoned in the front, black jeans, and black boots. She looked better than the majority of the girls here dancing and she was still fully clothed. However she was not a vain individual and couldn't care less about the strippers or the thirsty men throwing their mortgage and car payments at them.

"What can I get you?" she would ask as a man in a black suite would approach her bar. He was obviously drunk already but she was not about to turn down money. He gave her that usual drunk and lustful look she always got when working. "H-how about you give me a look at that there ass you hiding. L-l-let me see it clap. CLAP!" he would say slurringly and clapping his hands at the end repeatedly.

Vick just rolled her eyes, looked to her left at a larger fellow signaling him to come handle business. Yeah a girl came equipped with a bodyguard in the work place, it was necessary when dealing with drunk men. By the time she turned around, wiping out a new glass for the next person, the man had been dragged away.

A little event happening in the corner of the club caught her eye. She saw a group of well dressed individuals and a guy in a weird suit, with a skull helmet and some brief cases. It was not unusual for some shady business to go down in the club, but what was unusual was the attire of that one man, the skull guy. She got a weird feeling in the back of her mind, the shape of his body reminded her of someone. Then again she got this feeling often, as if there was something to be remembered but she couldn't. She hadn't had a clear head for about a year now. Apparently she woke up somewhere one day unexplained, no real memory other than her name and glimpses of her past as a younger girl that seemed like a nightmare. There was a fire, she remembered that. Then there was some entity, that felt like a nightmare. However it would explain her talents, talents she's been keeping to herself for quite some time but working on. This girl was in possession of unnatural abilities, things rumored, things only those super heroes and super villains had. However she did not care to be associated with them.

Anywho, that aside, she was watching the men in the corner as they exchanged cases. Then a shot was fired at the Skull. Instinctively she ducked behind her bar as chaos would erupt around the club. "Shit, shit, shit, shit." was all she could say to herself. That caught her off guard, nothing like that had ever happened here, security was usually that tight. However she knew what to do, she was not feeling scared, no fear was a feeling she never felt for some reason. Perhaps it had to do with her past that she couldn't remember, but it was all there still within her. Then suddenly she felt the need to stand up and see mostly everyone was gone, strippers and customers, but security remained as well as the men in the corner. What was she doing? She didn't know. She just stood there looking toward them, a unfearful look on her face. It was more like a look of anger for ruining her work flow coupled with a look of curiosity as to who the Skull guy was. For some reason she could not speak to him through mind like she could with others. She was intrigued. Yet shit was obviously bout to get real now.

Well well well. Lone Star was definitely going to enjoy this. With his electric machetes in hand Lone Star would watch as more of these bodyguards would come out the wood works and start surrounding the man. Flacko standing at his table began to scream "KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH. KILL HIM" With that said one man charged Lone Star and began swinging at the masked vigilante but all Lone Star did was sway to the right and to the left before ducking and slicing the left leg of the tall brute causing him to scream out as the wound was made and the electricity flowed throughout his body. Quickly he kneeled down before getting a knee to the face causing him to fall backwards to the ground dazing him. With that Lone Star put the two machetes back into their chest area compartments. With that done Lone Star would charge forward towards Flacko and jump over the table before his leg was grabbed by another one of these fucking guards. Grounded Lone Star would quickly trip the man holding on to his leg with a sweep putting him into a toe hold before one of his other friends came and tried to kick Lone Star in the face but the very fast hero moved out of the way quickly releasing the toe hold kipping up and tackling the man with a rush takedown taking him off his feet and down to the ground where Lone Star quickly moved off the man to send one good kick to his face rendering him useless for the duration of this fight.

More bullets reigned on the back of Lone Star as he turned around to see 2 men wielding regular 9mm pistols. Another man was seen running in the opposite direction with Flacko and they had all three briefcases. Lone Star quickly took out his rather tiny steel stick. It was about a 6 inches long. Under the helmet was a slight smirk as he slid this button on the stick which caused it to expand growing into about a 5 foot bo staff. Quickly electricity would start to exert from the staff as Lone Star began doing a spiritual dance with it letting those around know he has some skill with this weapon. Anyway Lone Star would quickly dispose of the two henchmen with guns be tripping them with the staff then hitting them in their chest with the electricity knocking them out in pain. With that done Lone Star would click the bo staff as it shut off going back to its small state and back in its holder on his left thigh. Quickly he'd pull his bow off his back attached to his quiver next to his katana.. Well Vick's katana. With that done he'd reach for an arrow this one had a red tip to its cylinder. Quickly the arrow was shot at the door the henchmen and Flacko were running too. The arrow would burst into flames as it melted the doors handle causing the grunt and Flacko to look back at Lone Star as he looked around to clear the room before 3 more grunts ran in from upstairs and started fighting with Lone Star with bow in hand. He'd quickly run towards them sliding under them reattaching his bow back to his quiver after closing it properly. Once he came up he'd start throwing hands with them as he kicked one of them in their mid section and swayed out of a right punch before noticing a woman behind the counter at the bar.

Her hair, Her face.. The blank expression that showed no emotion.. "Vicks"? said Lone Star as he was met with a shot to the face from a shotgun. His helmet quickly flew off. Lone Star would start wobbling to the left hand side as the helmet hit the ground and the blood began to trickle down his face as some of his helmets facial components were stuck in his forehead.

As he fell down to one knee Lone Star looked over at the woman one more time to make sure it was Vicks before he turned back to the man with the shotgun. He wore a very sleek armor like suit. Something like his old attire.. He had on a black helmet to match.. This was obviously one of his fathers men. What the hell was he doing here? "Like the present? It was a gift from a friend of mine. I pay and I get a high class assassin who's stronger, faster, and smarter then you..." said Flacko. Lone Star laughed because Flacko did not realize this man was probably going to kill him afterwards so my father didn't have any lose ends to cut later.

Standing up Lone Star would remember he had his domino mask on. He'd toss 3 smoke bombs on the ground before closing his eyes for about 2 seconds opening them to a nightvision setting on his domino mask. Upon opening them he was greeted with a fist to the face. By the masked assassin who was employed by his father. This man probably knew who Lone Star was but obviously didn't disclose that information to Flacko. Lone Star would take the punch as he flipped backwards before attacking the man with a nice punch to the chest before an explosion went off and a child's voice could be heard. "I'm here LS"

It was Kimberly. Lone Star's adopted daughter and his occasional sidekick. She would jump down on Flacko and slap him before jumping off and walking over to the corner where she pulled out her bo staff and noticed the woman behind the counter. "Uhhh.. LS is that Vick?" said Kim who heard stories about her adoptive fathers long time teammate. "Focus Arrow!" Said Lone Star to Kim who would start swinging her bo-staff around attacking the henchmen who were reaching for their guns.

As the fight went on, Vick just stood there and watched. You'd think she'd have to worry about being caught in the crossfire but no, things were rather controlled. It was the masked man versus everyone else.

Then in the midst of the action the masked man looked in her direction, saying her name before taking a shotgun to the face. Her eyes opened wider at that moment. He knew her? His voice did sound familiar but still, she could not remember. How did he know her? Now she was even more curious. Even after taking a shotgun to the face, the man was still able to fight.

Smoke bombs would go off and the place would become rather clouded. She had no trouble breathing or seeing though. Then there was an explosion and someone would run in, a girl. Vick still just stood there watching from behind the counter of the bar. She was finding it hard to move, not out of fear but because she simply did not know what she should do. Should she be helping this man?

The answer was chosen to be yes, she wanted to know who he was exactly and therefore needed to see that he made it out alive. From behind the counter in her hands would materialize from simple thought, shuriken and several of them. Vick would throw these aerial killers with precision even within this light smoke screen toward everyone but the masked guy and the girl that now accompanied him. Each foe would have a violet shuriken made of psychic energy nail them deep in the skull before it would vanish with a simple wisp, not a trace of what killed them would be found. The force of each hit would be enough to make their upper bodies move with the momentum.

She would then proceed to walk around the corner of the bar, standing out in front of it now.

"Who are you?" she would ask the masked man.

Well this obviously escalated quickly. As Lone Star was in the midst of battle everyone of the henchmen seemingly got pierced in the head by something.. They died. That was odd. As for the man Lone Star was fighting? He got hit but all it did was make a dent in his helmet. Quickly he came back and charged Lone Star kicking him in the chest before jumping and kicking him in a face causing him to fall down to one knee to where he was ddt'd by his fathers employee. This was just a very sad showing at this point for the hero. As he was getting stomped out by the other masked man Kim quickly threw a dagger at the man actually managing to pierce his left shoulder causing him to stumble and for Lone Star to trip him up. After which Lone Star rolled backwards and got up.

"Thanks, Kim.. And thanks Vicks" With that said Lone Star reached backwards grabbing a katana off his back. He'd toss it over to Victoria who was now infront of the counter. "This belongs to you.. Never thought i'd be giving you your sword here."

Those words escaped his mouth as he was kicked by the assassin who kipped up knocking him into a wall before he went on the offensive firing off with a flurry of kicks which sent the assassin backwards in his own right. Following up Lone Star would simply point his right arm forward as bullets began to fire off from the wrist area riddling the body of the assassin causing him to drop dead on the floor.

With that said and done Lone Star would walk over to Vicks and so would Kim who'd start circling Victoria sizing her up "So you're the lady LS was talking to me about? Said you were a real ass kicker. Willing to do anything to get the job done.. Is this true lady?" Lone Star kept his serious expression before replying "Vicks. You don't remember me? We were partners in the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division for about 2 years before well.. I got that fateful call in Jersey that led to my damn near death.. Some guy saved me and i haven't went back to S.H.I.E.L.D since.. What are you doing here? S.H.I.E.L.D will come looking for you.. Don't you know that?" Saying those words Lone Star would feel a sharp object strike him in the back of the neck and he'd rub it and pulled it out and it was a damn shuriken. As he turned around he realized the assassin didn't die.

The guy would thank her for her assistance and tossed her a katana, claiming it to be hers. She would catch the blade, marveling at it and finding familiarity in the way it felt. Meanwhile the assassin, who she failed to kill, had continued their fight. As she held the blade, there was a unique feeling flowing through her body. As if the blade contained memories only her body could remember. What was happening here? Shots were fired bringing her from her daze, causing her to look up and see the assassin drop.

The girl was approaching her now, asking her questions. Vick didn't like how this girl was circling her and invading her space. So what would she do, she would quickly unsheathe he blade, swinging it out toward the girl's midsection that prompt her to stop where she was and not attempt any action that would call her to raise her arms or legs due to the very likely possibility that she would be cut if she did. It was either that or jump back for this girl. She did not know this girl or what she was talking about. She would just look at the girl, an emotionless expression, a cold read displayed on her face to not even let this girl know her intentions at all.

The guy would go on to ask if she remembered a bunch of stuff. Something about S.H.I.EL.D and them coming to look for her. She'd heard of the organization but could not remember being involved with them. Her feelings toward that organization were rather opposite now, she would never want to work for them. So she could understand why they'd want to look for her perhaps. So they were partners? Her and this guy. She noticed now that she could access his thoughts, now that he wasn't wearing that helmet anymore.

Check your girl before she gets hurt. No I don't remember you, sorry. S.H.I.E.L.D can kiss my ass for all I care.[i] she would say through thought alone. Then she noticed assassin guy get back up and he would hit Lone Star with a shuriken right in the neck. [i]Might wanna confirm your kills before you get comfortable from now on. This happens too often. she would say sarcastically through thought.

As Lone Star began to approach Victoria he noticed she drew her katana on Kim whom was getting a little to touchy feely for Victoria's liking. Through mind projection Victoria spoke to Lone Star damn near telling him to check Kim before she wrecks herself. Quickly Lone Star would speak out "Calm down.. No need for inner team troubles. Not this early at least.." He'd say this as he stepped inbetween the two whom were about to throw hands with one another and Lone wasn't sure Kim could handle someone like Victoria in a fight.. She was just as good as the girl with aim but hand to hand Vick''s would thrash her.

When the shuriken hit him in the neck he knew that bastard was alive. With Victoria's words Lone Star responded "not now Vick" when that was going on Flacko was in the background on his phone "I WANT ALL YOU NO GOOD BASTARDS HERE. RIGHT NOW. LONE STAR IS HERE I WANT THIS MOTHERFUCKER DEAD. DO YOU HEAR ME? DEAD. THROAT SLIT, CLIP HIS NUTS. GIVE ME THE FUCKING WORKS" said Flacko who was starting to spit from his mouth with the intensity of his words growing by the minute. This obviously wasn't good. Lone Star had Kim with him.. And Vick. They needed to get out of here like as soon as possible. No telling what would happen if those guys got here while Lone was dealing with this assassin.

Anyway as for Kim she'd quickly jump back and out through the same hole she created with an explosion. "LS, Time I initiate operation 3" Lone Star simple smiled as he screamed out "I THINK THAT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA" Before lunging at the assassin with a kick from his left boot that had an electrical glow to it. He'd aim for the assassins mid section before the assassin blocked the kick with his hand taking the stab right through the palm and reeling from the pain falling down to his knees Lone would pull his foot backwards before elbowing the assassin in the back of the head sending him to the ground.

"Uhhh Vick. quickly find us the quickest way out of here besides the hole" said the hero who'd effectively step on the back of the neck of the assassin killing him instantly. After that he'd walk over to Victoria and think in his mind "Screw it, Grab on" before jetting off through the hole in the ceiling making his way towards the closest exit.

Things were getting hectic and there was still more to find out. It would seem that Lone Star was ready to make a very quick exit and expected Vick to grab on to him. She rolled her eyes at the thought of relying on the pseudo-stranger but she needed him for information. She would sheath her blade quickly and grab on to the man, pretty much hugging him from behind with her arms around his waist tight. Then they were off through the ceiling.

You always run from a fight? she would ask the guy mentally, taunting him even.

She had no idea where they would be going but she felt she could trust him for some reason. Perhaps another instinct deep within her, from this past she could not recall. That and she was confident that she could handle him in a fight should the need arise.

Where are we going? she would ask, curious.

So there he was... There they were. Lone Star and Victoria.. Toxic. The dynamic duo was back together and Lone Star couldn't be happier. Thinking Vick would be forever lost after the incidents at S.H.I.E.L.D. Anyway back on task. As the two were escaping Lone Star heard Victoria start speaking and seemingly mocked the hero. He smiled before replying "Back to work" before making it to the top of the building and outwards Lone Star saw Kim with her booster skates and knew it was time to get away. Quickly Lone Star would turn to Vick after letting her go. "Hop on the motorcycle. I'll be good on foot." With that said and done Lone Star would start hearing noises and turned around noticing nothing but motorcycles and mac trucks pulling up around the two. Luckily Kim had gotten out of dodge just like Lone had told her too. "LONE STAR, YOU SON OF A BITCH. YOU'RE A DEADMAN. DEADMAN I TELL YA" that voice obviously belonged to Flacko. Lone Star obviously knew what was about to go down. He saw those men getting off their cycles with chains and bats preparing for battle. Lone wouldn't even speak but mentally he'd say some words "Vick. Wanna team up again for old times sake?" Without an answer yet Lone would swiftly through his hands in his typical aikido stance preparing for battle against what seemed like an endless wave of goons.

Vick was prepared to get on the bike before the other guys showed up behind them. She had not a single fear within her bones. These were just common thugs to her, mobsters. Lone Star would ask if she wanted to team up for old times sake. She had no memory of these old times he spoke of but she would entertain the idea.

Really, you need a team for this? she would ask as she would turn and look at the gang of individuals. She was not impressed with how they grouped together, it pretty much made it easy for her.

Then with a raise of her hand, a light grey fog would spread from her and consume them. All it would take was a single breath before the terrors of an unseen world haunt them. They would all turn on each other, seeing one another as mere monsters and would kill each other off until only one would stand.

Vick felt no need to now stay and watch the rest of these things occur and would look toward Lone Star. Can we go now? she would ask.

Illuminare's travels had taken him nearly all around the world and in each place he learned more and more about people. Here in New Orleans however, he encountered people that appeared to be almost and entirely different race! The people of this town seemed to be in a never ending party, but the other side of that coin was that there also seemed to be never ending violence. He rarely intervened however simply because it was not his place to mettle in the affairs of humans. As he walked down the street on this night though he found himself dragged into a conflict because people came running down the street screaming their heads off. His curiosity finally got the better of him as he finally grabbed the arm of a woman and asked her calmly. "What's going on? You're all running as if you've seen Godzilla or something." The words sounded like it was some sort of a joke, but his face barely registered any emotion at all and his voice was similarly void. The woman looked into his eyes for a moment, having been caught off guard by the sudden attention she was getting, before finally speaking. His eyes were each like deep blue oceans that she could easily stare into all night and just for a moment she could have sworn that she saw him smirk. Something about him just seemed off....even by the way he held her arm...she found herself afraid of him. He words fell out awkwardly as she tried talking to him. "Um...over there....a fight start between some thugs and....mutants....I think. They went through the ceiling I mean...then...then they just started killing each other....the thugs...."

Mutants huh? He thought to himself as his eyes slowly wondered off from the woman's face with his grip on her arm fading just as fast. Over time he came to realize that there were generally two types of mutants; those who thought themselves as better than humans...the next evolution even, and then those who simply wanted to live in peace. Clearly in this case it was the former causing the problems and only in these types of occurrences did Illuminare decide to step in. Apollo had blessed him with these powers and he knew that the God had sent him back here for a reason. He would use these powers given to him to end the war between humans and mutants because he was neither. He was a servant of God and nothing could combat his devotion and dedication to Apollo. With that thought in mind, hands in pocket, and a smirk on his face, Illuminare walked....almost skipped in the direction that the woman had pointed. It took almost no time to reach his destination seeing as the woman didn't travel very far before being caught by him. He arrived in time to see the last few men fall to their deaths leaving only one remaining against a pair of two. His position was behind the last thug meaning he was standing directly in view of the two attackers. He of course showed no fear because he felt none. For a moment he looked around simply taking in all the wonderful lights around him before looking back at the two with a grin on his face.

Pointing his right hand at the single man left and almost instantly he was bathed in a beautiful golden light. The light surrounded every inch of his body before he even had time to react, but it felt warm to him, inviting. In seconds his body began to feel rejuvenated, as if he had just woken up after a long rest. His wound closed and healed he turned to see the one who had achieved this feat, but Illuminare was not interested in this fellow at all. His entire focus was on the two in front of him as he spoke calmly. "Does it make you feel like a stronger man to attack those weaker than you hmm?" His question was clearly directed at the man and not the woman who up until now he really hadn't taken the time to look at. Despite appearances, something about this woman seemed even more menacing than the man she was with. She was the one that he would have to watch out for and was probably the cause for all this ruckus, he assumed anyway. From what little information he retrieved from the woman, it would seem as though there was some sort of telepathic being using an ability seeing as that would be the most obvious reasoning as to why the thugs would begin to kill each other and not their attackers. His mind was filled with assumptions and questions, but with little hope of them being answered he simply cocked his head to the side slightly and spoke once more. "Pathetic really. If killing them came as such an easy task for you, I am sure that you could have just as easily walked away without a scratch on you and no death. The only plausible reason for these deaths is that you must have low self esteem feeling the need to take the lives of these people in order to feel better about yourself. What a sad existence." His tone was entirely mocking and his sly grin did nothing to hide that fact.

Tyson had wandered around since what had happened in New York. An alien and some chick as well as some gun raving lunatic who had fallen off the face of the planet all at the sane time, Only leaving him It was odd but whatever, he knew he had to simply trudge on. He decided to travel and do his super heroing around the country. He went all over, even to south dakota in which he constantly thought "This place is a state.... they should seriously consider either A renaming the place or B fresking merge and make a Dakota." He fought against petty crimes that he prevailed easily and met a few mutants and small time heroes. He eventually got to New Orleans cause well... Why not, he always wanted to travel and most recommended the place. He sighed as he got there late one night and felt a little frisky. He went into a random strip club and would enjoy his night. Nothing seemed odd other than this sweet looking bartender and some guy in a skull mask in the corner. Eh to each its own and decided to simply enjoy the free nudity.

All was calm and than "KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH!" Tyson face palmed and went "Ugh... Seriously, can't I just enjoy my women of the night..." Than the men with the guns and the shooting went off. Tyson got up and instead of running away like everyone else, he slowly got up and cricked his neck. He saw the skull masked guy run to the bar and the bartender duck. He simply walked toward the exit, not caring about the bullets. So now he was outside and forgot something. Ah shit I'm supposed to be a hero! He brushed off his jacket and would let the electricity crackle in his hand. He pulled out two bandannas and tied one over his head and one over his mouth, only leaving his eyes and nose exposed. He guess it would have to do since he didn't have a costume or actual mask yet.

Suddenly the guy in the mask, who was now the guy with the mask fragments on his face, and the girl had gotten out side. The man had gotten on a attacking position. He finally got it, the guy was a super, either hero or villain, at the moment it did not matter. He would rush to his side. "Sorry for stealing your thunder! Name is Sparx! Up and coming hero! It Looks like you need some help!" He got into a fighting position, surely not as fancy as this other guy but hey it was a position to tumble in. He would grin as the adrenaline would course through him as he send several surges throughout his body, readying it for the fight.