What has come before: A hostile alien force has conquered The Earth. Earth’s heroes are fighting a losing battle as a resistance to the Martian oppressors. Hope comes in the shape of the heroes children, raised in secret in other dimensional Asgard. Great warriors with the sole purpose of freeing their Homeworld have trained these young heroes, in hopes that this secret army could do what they could not.

 

By Dave Evans

 

Legacy: War of the Worlds

 

“Deep Deep Down”

  

  

Previously: A team of five Legacy heroes have returned from a time spanning adventure, much to the relief of their friends and family. Meanwhile another team of heroes lead by Franklin Richards remain missing in action. Little do the other mem  bers of the Legacy know, but Franklin and company have recently escaped the clutches of the mysterious Elder of the Universe The Grandmaster only to find themselves transplanted in an alternate reality where the Martian's never invaded.  

 

Meanwhile, back Martian-occupied Earth... 

 

 

20 Kilometers Beneath Earth's Surface

Status: Free of Martian Incursion

 

Three figures looked out over the vast subterranean cavern before them, each of them humanoid yet clearly not human.  The cavern itself contained the site of the amassed armies of Subterranean - warriors of the infamous Mole Men, the alien Deviants and representatives of the other races of the kingdom bore their arms proudly and fiercely.   Some sat on the great “monsters” now trained as battle beasts while others manoeuvred in formations both large and small.

 

“The armies sit ready for action,” the Deviant princeling Ares said to his fellow subterranean royalty at his side. “Are you sure we should not just launch the attack now?”

 

“No.”  The powerful figure of Prince Digery Harvey, son of the Mole Man, growled in answer.  “We three will go first.  We must assess these invader’;s forces for ourselves, as well as reclaim our missing countrymen. Then we attack. These cretins mustbe taught the error of infringing upon our kingdom.”

 

“Well said,” Ares twin sister Princess Divinity affirmed. “In truth we should have entered this war on the surface world long ago.”

 

“Enough, sister!  It is not for us to question Father,” Ares chastised.

 

“Indeed. Warlord Kro is a great leader, and worthy of listening to,” Digery added, the irony ofhis statement not completely lost on his peers.  Digery’s own stubbornness was nearly as legendary as his father’s own power. Now, my allies, let us begin our campaign!”

 

 

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Transvaal Region, Eastern Europe

Status: Martian-Occupied Territory 

 

 

The thick mist clung to the trees in the cold, silent forest deep in the Bavarian Mountains. Even the animal life seemed to have deserted the area. The silence and fog were abruptly split by a faint glow, quickly turned into a piercing light as the tip of a very special sword ruptured the air. The sword tip then sliced downwards creating a tear in space and time. From this tear crept a knot the young heroes of the Legacy and their allies crept into the deserted forest.

 

"Good work, Illyanna," Hawkeye smiled as his bionic eye adjusted to the gloom of the forest.

 

"I prefer 'Magik', sir.  Especially whilst on my first mission," the young Illyanna Rasputin replied as she sheathed the massive silver sword.

 

"Sure thing, sweetheart.”  Hawkeye couldn't help but grin at the young girl's all-too-serious serious expression.  “Just remember that you're strictly transport on this one, got it?" Hawkeye said. "We need you to pull our sorry butts out of there.  Plus I don't want to have to explain so much as a scratch on  you to your aunt or her dragon!" 

 

“Same goes fer you, Dad,” Jenny Walters, code-named Shulk, quietly growled to her step-father.  Mayor Rhodes, not to mention her own mother, had made it clear in no uncertain terms Barton was to let the youngsters to do the fighting on this one. Jenny herself was there to reinforce the point.

 

The assembled young heroes looked to where Hawkeye was pointing to see a large stone castle, built directly into the mountainside. It looked every bit the clichéd castle of any good Hammer Horror movie. "Welcome to the newly named Castle Zola."

 

"You're on time.  Good." A deep yet quiet voice whispered from the tree tops, followed by the muscular form of Killraven jumping to the ground. "I have been watching the castle for several days now and have the guard's rotations worked out." 

 

"Johnny Raven" Hawkeye grinned.  “Still all business, huh?”

 

"I am keen to finish this and return to Volcanna Ash.  The baby is nearly due,” Killraven replied. 

 

"Congrats on that, by the way.  Rhodey mentioning getting a squad to collect her for transport to Little Midgard," Hawkeye added.

 

"Appreciated.  To the matter at hand?" Killraven smiled, or as close to a smile as the grim warrior ever got.  “This is your unit?”

 

Hawkeye nodded.  In addition to Magick and himself, the team consisted of the Sentinel, agile Shattershot, armoured Iron Girl, and the powerhouses Vanguard and Shulk.  A powerful team to be sure, and well suited to the task at hand. 

 

"As you have no doubt been briefed, this castle has been gifted to the geneticist Arim Zola, in recognition of his work for Martians in creating mutate warriors," Killraven continued.  Jenny gave an unconscious growl at the mention of Zola's name, being the product of one of his 'special projects' herself.

 

"So we go in and shut it down, huh?" Shattershot, the young mutant warrioress from Mojo World added.

 

"Precisely," Killraven firmly answered.

 

Hawkeye cleared his throat.  "Okay, kiddies, training is officially over.  Zola is rumoured to be guarded by Master Man and his brood.  Killraven and I will be there but you know the drill: you're all officially Avenger's Resistance fighters now."

 

"Well except me," Vanguard said, a wry smile creeping across his face.

 

"Oh, right, yeah, purely an observer," Hawkeye winked.  King Thor had taken Barton aside right before they'd left and made it abundantly clear young John Proudstar would be accompanying them; what ever happened outside of Asgard was naturally in 'the hands of Those Who Sit Above in Shadow'. "Okay, John what's our way in?"

 

 

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Castle Zola

 

"These things are disgusting," the tall and powerfully-built teenage girl grimaced as she looked down into the pit of squirming monstrosities.

 

"Ja.  Herr Doktor definitely holds to the trial-and-error method," the girl's wolf like brother answered, crouching down to get a better look.

 

"Greta, Hans!" a grim voice called from across the other side of the "Failures" pit.   "Get to your posts." Master Man continued.

 

“Ja, father,” the two answered in unison.

 

“I do not see why we serve this crackpot scientist,” Wolfen muttered to himself as he passed his father.

 

“Insolent child,”  Master Man exploded, cuffing his offspring non-too-gently on the head. “We serve as we have been ordered.  See to your duties!” The two second generation Nazi Ubersoldaten quickly left to take up their posts among the castle's surviving turrets.

 

“I do not like his insolent streak,” Master Man said turning to his wife, who had just entered.

 

“He is frustrated at serving when we should be ruling,” Warrior Woman replied.

 

“We will, my dear, as soon as we find out how to get these damned toxins out of our bodies.”  Master Man gave her a grim smile.  “That is where Zola comes in, and then the Martians will pay.”

 

 

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Tessa Stark hovered over Castle Zola, her incredible armour on full stealth mode.  Shrouded as she was from either visual or audio detection, the only way she could possibly be detected was if someone were to actually sense her movement in the air itself.  As luck would have it, Wolfen stepped into sight just as she drifted over the turret he was manning.  While he didn't call out to either his sister, who stood upon the neighboring turret, or otherwise raise the alarm, it was clear he knew she was there.  His eyes followed her progress across the sky, his fangs bared in a silent snarl.

 

“Just great.  They've got a damned watch dog,” Hawkeye grumbled as he focused his bionic eye on the Castle battlements.  “Pull back, Tessa.”

 

“Copy that,” Tessa sub-vocalized into her comms, letting herself drift back towards where the rest of the team waited, hoping all the while there were actual limits to the wolf-boy's senses.

 

 

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Deep within the castle, the stout, short form of Doctor Arim Zola walked amongst his latest batch of test subjects. Strapped to various pieces of equipment and dissection tables were examples of most of the races of Subterrania.   “Very fluid genes these Moloids have,” Zola's computer-generated face mused aloud from his chest.. “I might eventually be able to create a trooper to surpass even the Skorpsmen using this...”

 

“He will come for us and you will hurt!” a young Moloid spoke up.

 

“Interesting. I wasn’t aware your speech centers was sufficiently developed to mimic our speech,” Zola said turning to the Moloid, who was small even by his races standards.

 

“Not all.  Me special!” the Moloid replied.

 

“Still more fascinating, I must say.  And who exactly will come to hurt me?” Zola grinned menacingly brandishing a razor sharp scalpel.  His expression faltered slightly when the Moloid grinned back.

 

“Our champion!”

 

 

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10 Kilometers Underground, ascending

 

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” Ares asked as Digger led them through tunnel that sloped ever upwards.

 

“Do not question me, Deviant,” Digger spat back with a glare.  “I have forgotten more of the tunnels of Subterrania than you will ever know.”

 

“Easy, Digger,” soothed Divinity.  “My brother is just as anxious as you are to free our captive peoples and end these hunts.  Plus we are only half Deviant, as are you if memory recalls.”

 

Digger stopped at this, shoulders tightening for a moment before he relaxed and turned back to face them both.  “My apologies, Lady Divinity,” Digger said quietly and earnestly.  “I should speak with...more respect to you both as fellow royalty.  You deserve that much, and it is as you say: I am anxious to free those captives.”

 

“Understandable, my friend.  Let us hurry, then,” Lady Divinity’s raven haired brother Ares added. With that Digger unsheathed his huge claws and flexed his powerful muscles and began the arduous task of tunnelling to the surface.

 

The Lady Divinity could not help but watch in awe as the sweat dripped down the back of the ruggedly handsome half Deviant; of course this was by her Eternal standards of beauty not the Deviant viewpoint. Ares saw his sister’s glances and frowned.  The champion of the Moleoids was in his estimation hardly a worthy consort for Deviant and Eternal royalty.

 

 

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Above ground

 

Once again,  the evening gloom was split by the point of a sword as it sliced a new rend in the fabric of space and time, though this time the breach led into one of the corridors within the castle itself. A purple arrow flew through the tear, imbedding itself in the temple of the nearest Skorpsman. Then the tear widened and Hawkeye and his squad leapt out and into the barely lit hallway…directly into the sight of a hurried Wolfen and his sister.

 

“Intruders!” Wolfen howled, its echo resounding all about them. 

 

Idioten! You have no idea who you are dealing with!” Uber-Girl Screamed as she took to the air then turned to rocket at the heroes.

 

“I’d say a dirty Nazi skank, but I don’t really know you yet,” Magik smiled readying her soul sword, only to be pulled away by Hawkeye.

 

“I toldja, girl, pull back and wait for our signal!   Now gitouttahere!” Hawkeye yelled. Reluctantly Magik stepped back into the rift leading back to their staging area in the forest, which sealed itself behind her.

 

“Don’t worry, skank,” Sentinel shouted, her photonic shield colliding with the young woman’s well-sculpted face.  “I’m still here and I’ve been looking forward to this.”

 

“Impressive, fraulien,” Wolfen growled as Shattershot vaulted out of the path of his claws. “However, I am still going to eviscerate you.”

 

“Blah blah blah,” Shattershot grinned, sticking one of her small daggers in Wolfen’s back.

 

“Less chat, Rikki,” Hawkeye reprimanded as he unleashed another arrow into the throng of Skorpsmen troops in the courtyard below him, while Killraven and Vanguard kept the troops on the battlements occupied in their own unique ways.

 

“Team Two, go!” Killraven said into his wrist communicator. Suddenly the air was split by the sonic boom caused by Iron Girl rocketing from cloud cover. In her arms she carried the gamma beauty Shulk. As Iron Girl passed over the castle she released Shulk, who plummeted like a boulder towards the courtyard.  As she fell, Jenny Walters increased her body muscle, pumping up to three times its normal already impressive size. This was an ability she had only just discovered she had and it was still something of a mystery.

 

She hit the courtyard with a tremendous crack, the shockwave of her landing shattering the stone beneath her feet and sending Skorpsmen flying in nearly every direction. This allowed Iron Girl to easily hit the disorientated guards with her repulsors.  

 

Resistance by the guards was soon quickly collapsing, with only Wolfen and Uber Girl still impeding Hawkeye’s team, when were proving a problem that was of course until their parents turned up.  “Kill you all,” Master Man bellowed as he flew full tilt into Killraven, tackling him with a (literal) bone-crushing bear-hug. Hawkeye turned to help but found himself gasping for air as the electro whip of Warrior Woman wrapped around his throat. This was all followed by a gods-awful howling as doorways in the courtyard swung open and out poured the grotesque experiments of Arim Zola.

 

“Oh shit!” Shattershot gulped.

 

An instant later, the ground literally fell away beneath their collective feet.

 

 

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Five Kilometers Outside

 

Illyanna sulked as she saw the flashes of battle from her hiding place in the forest. While she understood the need for an escape route, she certainly didn’t have to like being sidelined like this. She actually suspected she wasn’t completely trusted yet, and it was hard to really blame them for that. 

 

She’d been found floating in Limbo by Kurt Wagner, having appeared from literally nowhere and with no real memory of her past or even who she was beyond her name.  The Wagners had taken her in and brought her to Little Midgard, where she quickly displayed more intuitive and refined control of magic and its forces than even Raven Strange and Vincent Von Doom could pull.  Her ‘niece’ Katya and ‘nephew’ Stel, both literally just having returned from a mission on Earth, were kind enough yet seemed strangely nervous around her; only Katya’s companion Lockheed seemed to warm to her.  The rest of the Legacy Cohorts were just plain hesitant, and after learning of their recent trials and losses, Illyanna couldn’t readily blame them.

 

She put these thoughts to the back of her mind; at least they trusted her enough to include her on this little jaunt. Her daydreaming was cut short an instant later as the sky erupted in a flash of red; it was Sentinel’s flare and her cue to pull them out.

 

Illyanna drew the Soulsword and cut the air, her senses keying in on her teammates. As the portal opened in the castle’s lower levels, Illyanna found herself pushed backwards, tackled by several somethings that barreled directly into her, the portal closing behind them instantly. When Illyanna looked up she saw her attackers were Sentinel, a battered and bloody Shattershot, and two figures she didn’t recognize.

 

“I take it things didn’t go too well?” Illyanna said.

 

“Something like that,” Sentinel answered, sounding both angry and a bit chagrined.

 

“It would have been a bloody massacre if that crackpot midget scientist didn’t want to harvest us like fleshfruit,” Shattershot panted.

 

“Erm, you want to introduce me?” Illyanna interrupted, gesturing towards the two handsome strangers.

 

“Eh? Oh, right.  These are Princes Digger and Ares of Subterrania,” Sentinel began. “They and their sister were also attacking the castle.  Seems that Herr Doktor has been using their countrymen as test subjects.”

 

“Can we trust them?" Illyanna whispered to the nearby Shattershot.

 

“For now, given our goals are one,” Digger spoke up.  At their mutually surprised expressions, he added “I have very good hearing.”

 

“Okay, fine,” Sentinel nodded grimly.  “Zola’s forces are far stronger than we expected and took us completely off guard.”

 

“So, back to Little Midgard for reinforcements?” Illyanna asked.

 

Digger spoke before Sentinel could.  “You do not have the time.  The captives would be nothing but genetic samples used to build Martian super soldiers by the time you return.”

 

“Agreed,” Sentinel nodded.  “We’ve go straight back in, try and use the element of surprise to free everyone.”

 

“These malicious upworlders will pay in blood,” Digger snarled, flexing his mighty clawed hands.

 

“Quite,” was Ares’ more eloquent sentiment.

 

“Ok, plan?” Shattershot asked as she and Illyanna turned to Sentinel.

 

 

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One Kilometer Underground

 

The air was once again split by the Soulsword, the team emerging this time in the tunnel Digger had dug beneath the castle.  “This passage leads directly into the castles dungeons.  We replaced the bricks where we entered, so hopefully they still don’t know how we got in,” Ares explained to his new team mates, flashing the ladies a wry smile. Illyanna blushed despite herself.

 

“What if your sister has…” Shattershot began.

 

“The Lady Divinity would NOT betray us!” Digger growled, as Ares nodded sternly in agreement.

 

“Okay, okay.  Had ta ask,” Shot grumbled to herself.

 

“Right, team! Let’s move fast and hot,” Sentinel ordered, as she removed the first brick.

 

 

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Castle Dungeon

 

Hawkeye opened his eyes to find himself bound tightly and suspended vertically along the wall of a circular room.  The others were similarly bound around the room’s circumference. The last thing he remembered was Master Man’s rather large fist flying towards his face. The others were blooded and bruised, but otherwise reasonably okay; Killraven was the only exception, a large spike being embedded in his right thigh.  Sentinel, ‘Shot, and the two Subterranian princes were nowhere to be seen, though Hawkeye was unsure if this was a good or bad sign.

 

It appeared Killraven had been the first to wake and was staring intently at Hawkeye. He didn’t know what Killraven had planned but he knew enough to know he wanted a distraction.   Higher up the room a balcony ran the entire room’s length, stationed there were the pair of Uber Girl and Wolfen, as well as a few more junior Nazis Hawkeye didn’t immediately recognize just yet.   Well, if a distraction was needed, he'd give them one. 

 

As large breath as he could manage later, then Hawkeye began screaming for all he was worth.  This served a dual purpose of, first, drawing all the guards’ attention towards him and, secondly, it woke everyone up.  Embarrassment was a small price to pay for those results.  His girl Jenny quickly joined in shouting like a banshee, as did several others.  Needless to say, the guards found their attention pulled in several different directions at once.

 

Killraven wasted no time in starting his escape.  The instant Hawkeye let rip, he hoisted up his legs and plucked out the spike in his thigh with his teeth. He then dropped the spike catching it between his feet, then raising his feet over his head; arching his back to the limit he expertly used the spike to pick the manacles binding his hands to the wall.   This all took barely a minute.  Before the guards noticed anything,  Killraven was fairly sprinting across the room spike in hand.  He made it to the bound Shulk, slashing her across the arm.  Jenny's eyes went wide first in shock and pain, then in anger.  With that anger came increased strength, heralded by the popping of her shackles and a roar that reminded Clint of her long-lost uncle at his worst.

 

“Quickly, girl, free the others!” Killraven yelled as he dodged the laser fire now raining down about them. Shulk’s jade eyes immediately cleared in understanding, and she quickly moved to setting the others free. Once Iron Girl was free she reactivated her armour, which had retreated into the nanites that seeded her body when she’d been knocked out by Zola’s sonic weapons. She then generated a force shield above them all for cover, allowing Shulk to then “make” a doorway through the dungeon’s wall.

 

Alarms blared all across Castle Zola as the Legacy made their escape.  A short ways off, Sentinel and the rest looked between themselves at the commotion. “Looks like they’re doing just fine without us,” Shattershot smirked.

 

“Then let us make their efforts a little easier,” Digger grinned in response as he looked at the room they had just entered, via the hole in the wall Ares’ power staff had just created. The room was packed with adamantium cages containing new Grimm clones ready for the Arena.  As was their breed’s wont, the beasts all reacted to this intrusion as they did to everything else: loudly, and violently.

 

“These things could tear the castle apart,” Illyanna gasped as the cages all began to rattle and rock.

 

“Precisely, a major distraction” Digger smiled.

 

“But these things are deadly!  We can’t just let them roam loose!” Sentinel added.

 

“The end justifies the means,” Digger growled and slashed the control unit with his claws. Before Sentinel could say any more the cages slowly opened. The rock skinned creatures roared almost as one at their first taste of freedom, before all charging out of their individual cages and commencing a “clobberin’” to the laboratory and walls worthy of their genetic forebear, Ben Grimm himself.  Amazingly, the few that actually noticed Sentinel and the others amid the mayhem and damage they did simply stopped and stared for a few beats, then resumed their destructive course, albeit in a direction that led away from their nominal saviors.

 

Sentinel and the rest just stared for several minutes before daring to pick their way forward.  Even Digger seemed appalled at the sheer amount of damage the Grimms were doing.

 

 

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“Now we’re talking” Hawkeye grinned as Shulk burst through another wall, this one leading into the castle armoury. Hawkeye quickly gathered arrows and a bow, as well as a laser rifle for good measure. Killraven was also busy arming himself for the battle ahead. All the while Iron Girl and Vanguard protected the rear while Shulk choose their next exit point, making a bit of a show of putter her ear to various walls and tapping the brick gently. 

 

“We must hurry, friends! I can feel the pain of my people held here,” the Lady Divinity cried, holding her temples.

 

“Don’t you worry, little lady” Hawkeye answered. “No one gets left behind.”

 

“Erm, this one!” Shulk called, backing up a pace then charging another wall, which of course collapsed before her.

 

“Doesn’t like doors much, does she?” Vanguard smiled to Iron Girl.

 

“Holy crap!” Shulk exclaimed as she burst into the new room. Examples of the various races that made up the kingdom of Subterrania were dotted around a sinister looking laboratory. Some were strapped down partially dissected, others in tanks of unusually coloured liquid and still others caged awaiting their fate. Amidst all this horror stood the dwarfish form of Armin Zola, surrounded by his horrific creations: mutates of all descriptions, plus a handful of freshly-augmented Skorpsmen.

 

“You’re a sick man, Herr Doctor!” Shulk yelled as she charged forward, allowing the others to regroup behind her. Her path was blocked by a particularly large hairy mutate. Soon the lab and surrounding rooms had erupted in a savage battle. Shulk did her best to take on the larger mutates but numbers were once again against her. Hawkeye and Killraven worked in conjunction using their practiced skills to take down as many adversaries as they could as quickly as they could. Now Tessa’s armour was once again fully operational she was able to hold off a large number of the enemy, however the cramped conditions did limit her effectiveness.    

 

Meanwhile Vanguard had taken it upon himself to protect the Lady Divinity, who was trying hard to ignore the empathic pain emanating from the labs prisoners.

 

“I believe this is the release,” Divinity yelled to Vanguard across the noise of the battle.

 

“Well, my lady, I suggest you use it,” Vanguard grimaced as a Skorpsman caught him in the ribs, receiving a psionic arrow to the face for his trouble. The Deviant princess manipulated the controls and the clicking sound of restraints and cage locks releasing was heard clanging around the room. The Subterranian prisoners wasted no time once they were free, despite their obvious injuries. Some ran from the battle, but others choose to stay and fight to aid their saviours.  Within only a few minutes the tide had turned decisively against Zola and his creations.

 

 

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“This way.  I can sense my sister,” Ares yelled over the chaos as the freed Grimms they had unleashing swarmed onwards, demolishing wall after wall, ultimately leading them all into the central laboratory.  They arrived just in time to see Zola himself vanishing with the aid of a Martian teleportation unit, leaving his nominal guards and many creations to fend for themselves.

 

“Noooo!” growled Digger as he saw the geneticist disappear. “He must pay.”

 

“He will, my friend, but not at this time,” the gentle voice of Divinity answered, soothing Digger’s boiling rage.

 

“My sister,” Ares smiled bear hugging his twin. Sentinel, Shattershot and Magik had joined their team in corralling the remaining Skorpsmen, mutates and other creatures loyal to Zola while also trying to stop freed Subterranians hurting themselves in their frenzied, rage-filled attacks on their former captors. The castle was now literally crumbling around all their ears; it was most definitely time to leave.

 

“You have driven away our chance at freedom!  For that, you will all die!” declared the booming voice of Master Man yelled as he and his family crashed into the devastated lab. The forces of Zola quickly rallied round their remaining leader.

 

“At last some vengeance,” Digger growled and leapt at Master Man, only to be intercepted mid leap by the feral Wolfen.

 

“Wait,” cried Sentinel. “We have scientists…perhaps they can help you with whatever your problem is…” But it was too late. The battle raged once more. Digger and Wolfen fought savagely, claw to claw, while Killraven deftly avoided the blows sent forth by the crazed Master Man. Shulk was trading punishing blows with Warrior Woman, whose strength nearly matched her own. Sentinel now saw it as kismet that she ended up fighting Master Man’s daughter Uber Girl. Hawkeye lead the remaining heroes against the now reinvigorated Skorpsmen and mutates.

 

“This was meant to be,” Uber Girl wickedly grinned. “What our fathers could never finish, we shall end now to the death!” she screamed, hitting Sentinel hard in the jaw. Sentinel landed in a crouch after rolling with the impact. She instinctively raised her photonic shield.

 

“My father worked his entire life to rid the world of psychos like you,” Sentinel responded, shifting her shield into an energy staff and planting it into the middle of Uber Girl’s face. Blood spurted from the shocked young Nazi’s nose. The battle was proving to be quite even and not really going anywhere, much to Digger’s increasing fury.

 

Suddenly the battle froze, fists inches from faces, energy sizzling in weapons as the combatant all looked up as one…just as the castle collapsed in on itself, burying them all.

 

 

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Magik hacked and slashed with soulsword as Shulk hurled boulder after boulder away from the pile of rubble that was once Castle Zola.  “I just couldn’t reach them” Illyanna cried as she continued to chop away at the rock.

 

“Not your fault, sweetie,” Shulk replied, forced cheer in her voice. “You would have if you coulda.  I’m just grateful you reached me…hey!  I see a glow…?”

 

The pair redoubled their removing the debris, ultimately uncovering a large energy dome generated by Iron Girl’s armour.  No sooner had they uncovered this than force shield sparked, fizzled, and died away; crouching there were Hawkeye, Killraven and the other heroes, while the mutates and Skorpsmen huddled to one side. Master Man and his brood were no where to be seen.

 

“Thank you for your aid in liberating my people” Digger addressed the Legacy heroes. “I suggest you leave with me into the tunnels of Subterrania as I can’t imagine these Martians will leave this un-investigated for too long, and your aid in securing the prisoners would be appreciated,” Digger continued gesturing towards the assembled Skorpsmen and mutates.

 

“No argument from us,” Hawkeye answered for them all. “’Sides, we need the time to discuss the future.”

 

“This way, masters,” gibbered a small moloid, the same one who had braved Zola’s fury earlier that day.  “Hurry, hurry!”

 

 

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Some hours later the heroes of the Legacy were following the lords of Subterrania deep into the bowls of the Earth. They ushered the captive Skorpsmen and mutates between them.

 

“Ah our transport has arrived” Ares announced as the group entered a large cavern. The cavern held three gigantic worm-like creatures ridden by Deviant pilots. Along the scaly backs of the monster worms were a long row of saddles. One of the worm riders dismounted and approached his master Ares.

 

“Sire, you are been followed by a number of rock skinned creatures.”

 

“It must be the Grimms,” Divinity said.

 

“I suppose they could have followed us into the tunnels.  Certainly it is likely they would have survived the castles collapse,” Ares added. The heroes automatically gathered in a defensive posture at the mouth of the tunnel they had entered the cavern by.  The mob of rock-skinned beasts was soon in sight, but made no move to advance further.

 

“Wait” Sentinel yelled, noticing how the Grimms were not charging forward to meet them.  If anything, they appeared to be…waiting, their postures not the slightest bit aggressive. Lady Divinity stepped forward to join Sentinel.  “What do you think?”

 

“I sense…these creatures are…no, were simply lashing out at their treatment.  Now they are simply…lost.”  She turned back to her brother and the rest.  “Perhaps compassion would prove more worthwhile than violence.”

  

“That’s all well and good but how do we get that across to them?” Shattershot said pointing down the tunnel towards the trudging Grimms.

 

“Well, genetically they are based on Colonel Grimm, so they must contain some semblance of intelligence” Sentinel added.  Hawkeye couldn’t help but snigger at this, quieting at the glare his step-daughter fixed him with. 

 

“I won’t tell Angel you’re dissing her dad, dad,” the gammazon quietly threatened. 

 

“Lay down your weapons” Sentinel ordered, apparently forgetting that she wasn’t actually in charge.  All present did so anyway and parted ways to allow the Grimms to enter the cavern. The lumbering creatures entered the space, seemingly bewildered at what to do; no one had ever allowed them passage before and not tortured or forced them into conflict. Food and water were offered to the creatures. Suddenly one of the Skorpsmen seized his opportunity and lunged for one of the downed weapons. Before the Skorpsman could use the power staff he had reached a large rocky fist raced out and crushed the weapon along with the Skorpsman’s hand. He screamed in pain and passed out. The Grimm then retrieved the mangled weapon and laid it at Digger’s feet.

 

“I think he likes you,” Shattershot observed. Soon afterwards, further Moloid and Deviant forces arrived to secure the prisoners, leaving Digger, Ares and Divinity time to discuss the future with the Legacy.

 

“So we have a deal?” Hawkeye said, stretching out his hand to Digger.

 

“Yes we do, Upworlder.  We will hold off on our retaliation until the time you and your allies are ready to assault the Martians directly,” Digger acknowledged, taking the human’s hand in his huge claw and shaking it.

 

“Then these aliens will regret even treading foot on Terra.  This, I swear!”

 

“Whatever you say, pal” Hawkeye smiled, wincing ever so slightly at Digger’s crushing grip.

 

 

 

Author’s Notes:

Hello again thanks for sticking with us here at Legacy. As you have read the Legacy now has a firm ally in the Subterranians and this the first step to the coming great battle with the Martians for the Earth. We are also nearing the end of Legacy year one (#25), but before then you can expect a journey the Shi’ar Empire and the return of some of our most notable absentees. As usual all comments are welcome and we can be reached by the Pendragons mailing list or at daveevans78@hotmail.com R11; cheerio

 

P.S. Thanks for all the issues you wrote here at Pendragons Barry.

 

Next Issue: Is that the Starjammer I see before me?

 

 

Glimpses

 

 

Greetings.  I am Ute, a Watcher. I have been apprenticed to the infamous Utau, once the Watcher of this sector. My task given to me by my master is to observe the next generation of the heroes of the planet earth, although why has yet to be explained. Now my attention is drawn even out of the boundaries of this universe to a place beyond time and space. What the creatures situated here have to do with my appointed task remains to be seen…

 

The Crystal Palace, outside the realms of time and space…

 

“The ‘Stream is a mess,” Calvin Rankin, once known as The Mimic, sighed as he looked over the multiple monitors in front of him, each depicting a small scenes across the Multiverse. “I don’t know if this DiVinci clown is an angel or the Devil himself!”

 

“He’s trying to do what he feels is right, love,” the soothing voice of Mrs Clarice Rankin, once known as Blink, said as she placed a reassuring hand on her husband’s shoulder. “And the Time War is hardly his doing.”

 

“Granted,” Mimic conceded.  “It’s just the worse state the Timestream gets, the harder our damned job gets…and the more chance we lose another one of our children.”

 

“Shoulda sent me with the kiddies if you’re so worried,” a coarse voice was heard behind the couple.

 

“All in due time, Foxfire,” Blink answered their new arrival, the powerful son of Wolverine and Jean Grey. “Heather had to give the once over first.”

 

“Incoming message from Exiles squadron, sir,” the computer’s polite voice echoed around the room.

 

“Patch it through, Ultron,” mimic answered.

 

The face of Mimic’s and Blink’s son Flux appeared on the screen. “We found him, Dad, and you called it right.  He used Doom’s old time platform to try and alter the past and usurp rule of this Earth from his father,” Flux was heard over the crackly intercom.

 

“Just be careful.  If this Monarch character is anywhere near as powerful as his father the Maestro, he needs to be handled with extreme caution.” Mimic ordered.

 

“Chill, Dad.  He’s already down.”  The boy’s grin could be heard in his voice.

 

“Really? How?” Mimic slightly stammered in disbelief.

 

“Hey, I got’s me two lovely ladies who’re swinging Moljinir.  They just hit him in the temples and, plop, he’s out cold.”

 

“Then get him back here before he comes to so we can toss him back where he belongs!”

 

“You sure that’s a good idea?” Flux asked.  “I mean, he’s no lightweight.”

 

“We’ll see if we can convince the TVA he’s dangerous enough to be incarcerated with them,” Mimic replied.  “Please, just get back here, willya?”

 

Seconds later the arrival platform in the Crystal Palace flashed and the Exiles and prisoner were back home. Monarch was held securely by crimson coloured bands of light created by the mutant mystic Billy Maximoff, or Magix as he preferred, while the remaining Exiles stood on close guard.

 

“Well, I have to say I am impressed,” Mimic beamed at his charges, as he looked at the bound Monarch. 

 

“No rest for the wicked, I’m afraid,” he quickly continued.  “Ultron has picked up something odd.  Seems there’s some kind of tear near an Asgard variant,” Mimic continued. “The place is called Little Midgard.”

 

“You mean…I’m going home?” gasped a member of the team.

 

“Looks that way, kiddo,” Blink smiled.

 

 

To be continued…soon.

 

 

And just in case any of you missed this on the mailing list here is a little look into the early days of Little Midgard:

 

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“A Legacy of Christmas”

 

Little Midgard

11 years ago

 

“Forget it, I’m not doing it.  I’m goin’ home an’…” Howard the Duck whined as he pulled at his costume.

 

“Oh, Howard, quit been such a grump.  Heh, I think you look adorable,” Howard’s long time partner Bev Swirlitzer replied, barely keeping her giggles under control.

 

“Adorable? Adorable?! I’m…Howard the freaking duck hero of the resistance, I do not do adorable, I do daring and dashing” Howard growled.

 

“Oh right you’re those too of course. It’s just that those curly shoes with the bells are soooo cute” Beverly couldn’t help but giggle.

 

“Right! That’s it!” Howard grumbled, tearing his fake elf ears and throwing them to the floor. “I’m not doin’ it!”

 

“Oh yes you are” Mary Jane Parker announced in her ‘disappointed mother’ voice.  Howard continued to look rebellious, although he at least quit pulling on his costume.  “Now, get your feathered butt on that sleigh…or I might have to tell Ghoul how Olaf’s Tavern is undercutting his ale prices.”

 

“Wha! Okay okay. I’ll do it let’s…not get…excited…geez!” Howard gasped and readjusted his Christmas elf costume, making his way to the sleigh parked across the rooftop on which they stood. “But let it be known I’m just doing this for the children.”

 

“Of course you are, Howie,” Beverly smiled, winking at Mary Jane.

 

Volstagg was already sat in the sleigh and had been for some time, he deeply enjoyed playing the role of this Santa Claus for the children, although he had to get a special dispensation to do so, after all he was a god. Volstagg’s thick red beard was covered by an even thicker false white beard and was complimented by the full red and white furred Santa costume.

 

“I knew you would see the right in this endeavour, Friend Duck” Volstagg boomed.

 

“I remember the same argument with the Wundergorian ambassador at Easter time to play some egg givin’ bunny rabbit.”

 

At the front of the sleigh the former Hound of Hell, Cerberus and the Inhuman canine, Lockjaw sat. Each sported a pair of fake reindeer antlers ans Lockjaw also wore a bright red nose.

 

“It will be excellent my friend just to see the children’s smiles” Volstagg grinned and shook the reigns attached to Cerberus and Lockjaw, rousing them to their feet.

 

“One moment,” a sultry female voice announced from across the rooftop. Suddenly the curvy form of Amora the Enchantress appeared before the assembled citizens. “Worthy as your efforts have been, you lack the air of believability,” and with a wave of her hand she transformed Volstagg, Lockjaw and Cerberus into the very image of Santa Claus and his helpers, save for Howard, who retained his most distinctive duckbill. “This will last until you have performed your duties.”

 

“Thank you, Amora” Mary Jane said. “But why?”

 

“I believe in what you are doing here Mrs. Parker and let’s just say some of your children have…potential.”  With that the Enchantress was gone.

 

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Inside the Great Hall:

 

“Is he here yet?” Ben Parker almost squealed as he hung from the roof of the Great Hall.

 

“Soon, Benjy.  Now get down from there.” Alicia Masters-Grimm smiled. She could hear the children all around the room, the offspring of the great heroes of Earth, plucked from their homes to escape the horrors of the war. The children’s faces were alight with anticipation Sister Samson had told Alicia, but she suspected it was thinking about what toys they were about to receive. Suddenly the hall’s doors burst open and a sleigh pulled by two reindeer charged in. The white bearded Santa Claus exited with his sack full of presents followed by his elf assistant.

 

Sister Samson cast a glance at Mary Jane, who wore a much more feminine Santa outfit; she winked at Sister Samson then hurried over to Alicia to whisper the story of Amora’s help to Alicia.  Alicia struggled, then started to laugh out loud as the hordes of over-excited children dog-piled Santa.

 

And his duckbilled elf.

 

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.