Under 30: Part 2

When we got back, we set the pizzas on the table, and people spread out around HQ’s main room, eating, and talking, sitting on the floor in little groups.

I sat with Haley, Sydney, and Camille which was weird for a whole lot of reasons. To start, Sydney was the sister of Haley’s ex-boyfriend Sean, who neither Haley nor I got along with. Camille was Sydney and Sean’s half-sister due to their late father having some kind of wandering penis problem.

Eating pizza with them, I found it funny that I hadn’t noticed till we bugged Sean’s house last year. Sydney and Camille looked like sisters—within limits, anyway. Like Sean, Sydney had blond hair, pale skin and blue eyes. Her face reminded me of Sean’s—as much as a girl’s could. As a freshman (freshperson?), she’d always looked a little young to me, but very “in-style.” If her personality were anything like Sean’s, I could imagine her growing into the sort of popular girl who regarded me as a lower form of life.

Camille’s face resembled Sydney’s, but with dark hair, and light brown skin. Her mom’s family had immigrated from the Philippines.

Whatever Sydney might be like in the future, she and Haley were laughing about something then—which was cool. Sydney’s dad had only died a couple months ago. She could probably use the distraction. At the same time, I’d begun to wonder if sitting with Haley’s friends had been a mistake. They were gossiping about people I didn’t even know.

And also, honestly, Camille, Sydney and Haley were all good looking in their own ways, and even if I’d long ago grown comfortable with Haley… Well… It felt weird.

Camille glanced from Sydney and Haley to me. Was I supposed to make small talk now? My stomach felt really empty. I picked up a piece of pizza from my plate.

“I never had a hint you were the Rocket.” Camille spoke calmly, her voice a little deeper than Haley or Sydney’s.

“That’s the idea,” I said.

“I wish it had been our idea. Sean decided that Mr. Beacham was the greatest teacher ever, so we didn’t hide our names.”

She put down her paper plate on what Daniel and I sometimes jokingly called “the Starplate,” a ten foot wide circle of greenish-grey metal that lay on top of the carpet. It rose a foot off the floor.

“I wouldn’t do that,” I said.

She’d begun to push herself off the floor, toward the metal. “Do what?”

“Try to sit on that. It moves things to alternate universes, but only what’s on the metal.If you’re half on, half off, not all of you will go.”

She sat down, and hesitated before picking her plate up. “It’s not on, is it?”

“Kind of. It’s plugged into our systems. If someone appears on it, it’ll notify us. I’ve been messing around with it lately, but I don’t totally understand it…”

She looked over it. “Where did you get it?”

“I don’t know. The original League found it in Dr. Madness’ lair back in the late 50’s, but Grandpa didn’t think he’d made it, and he’d seen a lot of Dr. Madness’ designs. We’ve got one of the chairs from his War Machine, and some of his gear–the stuff he actually used to drive people crazy. Really, the original League kept anything they didn’t feel comfortable turning over to the police.”

Gesturing to the pile of boxes, the captured weapons in trophy cases that were scattered around the room and hanging on the walls, she smiled and said, “They didn’t have much confidence in the police at all.”

“I guess not.”

“Does all of it work?”

“No, but you never know what you might need, so a lot of them can be made useful.”

“Really?” She pointed at a gun hanging on the wall, wide barreled and decorated with surreal, almost obscene combinations of the Roman symbols for Mars and Venus. “How about that one?”

“Oh, that works. It’s a little embarrassing really.” As I said that, I realised that Haley and Sydney had stopped talking and started listening themselves.

“And…” Haley said, drawing the word out into two syllables.

“OK. Do you remember Ice Queen? She was a mad scientist with some kind of coldness theme? Active in the 60’s and 70’s? Anyway, she went to feminist consciousness raising meetings, and I guess she got really excited about them. Normal women who got excited about women’s rights went off and demonstrated, and tried to change the world, or something. She somehow got it in her head that the only way to make the government see the female perspective was to transform all the men into women. That’s what it does. I don’t know what its real name is, but I call it the Boy/Girl Gun.”

Haley stared at the gun for a little while, and then looked back at me. “I am so glad the people who made that movie have no idea what’s really down here.”

21 thoughts on “Under 30: Part 2”

  1. I was assuming that Nick had played (or at least read) Teenagers from Outer Space at some point. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a role-playing game.

    Emote Control: I’ve never read El Goonish Shive, but I’ve heard of it.

  2. I thought Justice Fist had disbanded ? Not that all of them looked like a teenage twats you wouldn’t trust with powers. But probably for the best given whom their parents worked for.

    I found a small word omission btw,
    I don’t *know* what its real name is, but I..

  3. DWwolf: Oops. Another typo. Thanks.

    Justice Fist did disband, but on the other hand, part of the process of allowing them into HQ at the end of the last story revealed secret identities all around. Plus with so many people already knowing each other, it’s better to know each other better than less. As for the exact way this came about, well, that should come up.

  4. This installment left me thinking Sergeant Johnson (in Halo 2) was right – Ladies like armour plating (actually what he said ladies like depended on the difficulty setting but that’s beside the point).

  5. Whew…I’m so glad that’s only a gender-swapping gun…I was afraid it was some sort of gun that could affect feelings of people. Venus for…well, come on, the porno entry was just the other day…and Mars for anger.

  6. And now we’ve had confirmation that Nick’s grandfather had dementia before he died. I’ve suspected it since Vaughn first used the power-inducing chair. Let me demonstrate:

    Rocket/Grandpa circa 1960s: “Let’s take this dangerous weapon to headquarters so it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.”

    Rocket/Grandpa circa 2000s: “Let’s leave Nick Headquarters in my will.”

    Either that or the police in their world are less competent than teenagers.

  7. I don’t know. I think you may be underestimating the power of trust, denial and curiosity.

    Curiosity: Now that I’ve got time, I’ll finally get to investigate how this stuff works.

    Trust: Nick’s a good kid, and even if he is inclined to do something stupid with this stuff, Larry, Lee, and Mindstryke (Daniel’s dad) will be around to prevent it.

    Denial: There’s stuff here that I really don’t want to leave in their hands until they’re ready for it, but I’m still thinking rationally. I think I’ve still got a few good years left yet, and I’d like to have it around to study.

    Also, there’s history involved:

    50’s/60’s: The police are after us. There’s no way we’re handing anything over to them.

    70’s/80’s: Now that the police and Feds like us, we’ve handed a few things over only to have some of it come back in the hands of villains anyway. Let’s keep the stuff where we know it will be safe.

    80’s onward: See further: trust, denial, and curiosity.

    That being said, there’s actually an original League story planned that largely explains how it happens that lots of things were kept in HQ and mothballed for later use instead of being destroyed or given away. It’s a story that won’t appear until nearly the end of Legion of Nothing itself–that way I won’t give anything away.

  8. @Jim: “the end of Legion of Nothing itself” — NOOOOOOOOOooooooo…….!!!!!!!

    Say it ain’t so! It’s gonna end? It’s gonna end!?!

    NOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo………..!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Hg

  9. Not any time soon. I’m imagining the equivalent of somewhere between 5-8 “books”. At my current rate of writing, that could be ten years or so…

    That being said, I’ve got the overall story planned with certain important scenes and character arcs. I’m a believer in beginnings, middles, and ends. I don’t want things to go on to a point that anyone gets bored with the story or characters. So, there will be an end, but not soon.

  10. Of course. It’s essentially a “coming of age” story. When Nick finally figures out this whole passing from childhood to adulthood thing, it ends…

    That being said, of the 5-8 books, we’ve recently finished book 2, and we’re currently witnessing the process of the creation of “book 2.5” that’s kind of in between book 2 and 3. With this kind of progress, it could be longer than I think.

  11. In some ways, me too. But it’ll happen one way or another. Better to have a solid, planned, story arc than to flail around with no direction and end at someplace unsatisfying.

  12. Way better to have an awesome ending that’s planned than to have the author get bored and have a half-assed one.

  13. Heh, wandering penis.

    Nick really should take a look at the boy/girl gun and add a girl to boy function for pranking or, more ‘realistically’, disguise purposes.

  14. The whole boy/girl gun thing has a lot of potential as a weapon actually.

    How many people could manage to continue a fight with little distraction if their gender changed mid-fight?

    “Hello Prima”
    “It’s Prime, idiot.”
    “Not any more. Snip snip.”
    “What the…”

    OK, moving to the next chapter

  15. I know I’m a couple of years late but got to say I love this series.
    I managed to be led here through the Worm series 🙂

    And a tipo
    Philipines should be Philippines just saying

    Love it that my country’s mentioned even briefly 😀

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