Glory: Part 4

I took the call, and Kayla’s voice came over the comm. “Rocket, Night Cat wanted me to tell you–” my stomach tightened, “–that we won. We survived. She’ll call you herself in a little while. We saw you popping in on our channel and thought you might want to know.”

I let out a breath that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “Everyone’s okay, then?”

Kayla’s breath caught. “No. It was terrifying. Sydney’s in this clinic Night Cat knows about, and she’s hurt. She’s not the only one, but she got it the worst. They’re talking about moving her to the hospital.”

I thought about Haley. Having her friend get hurt while she was leading the team would be awful. I knew I shouldn’t assume that she’d been leading, but it had sounded like she was in charge.

Then I realized something else. I’d have to tell Sean what had happened to Sydney. I knew now, and this wasn’t the kind of thing you hid.

This was not going to go well for reasons that had to be completely obvious. And speaking of obvious, I hated to think about Sydney. She was in a position to take lots of damage. She generally fought with a coating of liquid metal surrounding her body, and the Hrrnna carried mobile plasma cannons.

It would be far too easy to heat the metal around her to the point that she’d pass out or die. Those were almost the kindest possibilities. The combination of heated metal and human flesh created horrible thoughts that I didn’t want to dwell on.

She had a costume between her body and the metal, but it wouldn’t do much.

I needed to design something better for her if she survived. The metal armor itself could be redesigned to shed heat better even before I redesigned her costume.

With all of everything going through my head, I’d lost track of the world around me. The relief at Haley’s survival, the fear for Sydney, and the realization that I had a duty to Sean even though I wasn’t the best choice were a whirlwind, and I barely dared to move.

Reality intruded as I realized that Travis had glanced in my direction, and then over at Sean, and shook his head. At the same time, the way he held his body seemed a little less tense.

Of course he’d heard everything.

“Rocket?” Kayla asked.

“Sorry, that’s big news. I’m trying to think about what I can do. We’ve got Paladin here—not right here, right now, but nearby. He probably isn’t in a position to heal her right now, but if she can survive a day or two, I think I can get him or his dad to Grand Lake. Maybe he can look at everyone else too.”

Kayla didn’t say anything immediately. “They weren’t talking about her like she’d die tomorrow. I’ll tell everyone what you said, and Night Cat will call you back, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, and sent a text message to Isaac Lim saying, “Call me when you’ve got a second.”

He didn’t reply, but I didn’t expect one.

On the ground next to the end of the pier, two paramedics were giving Izzy and Jaclyn medical examinations. Rachel stood nearby. She must have walked off with them. I considered bringing them in on the conversation through their wrist comms, but gave up on the idea almost instantly. At bare minimum, it could distract them. Beyond that, the paramedics might hear something they shouldn’t.

That left Travis, Sean, and Vaughn, and Travis already knew. Travis and Vaughn would probably be enough to restrain Sean if he tried to literally or figuratively kill the messenger when I told him about Sydney.

“I’ve got news about Grand Lake,” I said. Sean had been staring out at the river, but his head snapped toward me. Vaughn had been watching all of us, and barely had to move at all, nodding at me, hands in his pockets.

Travis had been sitting on the bench next to the one Izzy destroyed. He turned his head toward me slowly. His muscles flexed a little as he moved, reminding me that he hadn’t transformed back to normal—claws and fangs were still out.

I felt certain he was watching Sean even though his eyes were most obviously on me.

“It’s good and bad. The good news is that they fought the aliens there, and survived. Everybody survived. The bad news is that almost everybody got hurt, and some got more hurt than others. Sydney’s pretty badly hurt—“

Sean’s face contorted, and he took a step toward me. “What happened?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know, but you know what the Hrrnna and the ship they hired were like—plasma rifles, lasers… Heat everywhere, and she was covered with metal. It’d be easy to get hurt.”

With a stamp of his foot, he turned around and took to the air, disappearing into the dark.

“Whoa,” Vaughn said, watching him fly away. “How bad is it?”

“Bad,” I said, still watching Sean with the Rocket suit’s radar. “She’s at the clinic we use, but they’re talking about moving her to a hospital. I’m going to try to get Paladin or Preserver to visit her there tomorrow.”

Vaughn nodded. “They’re awesome. When Paladin healed my cousin last year he went from having no chance to practically a full recovery. I wish the Power had stayed.”

Travis cleared his throat, staring at something in the dark above the river “Rocket, over there.”

I checked Sean’s position. He’d slowed down, and changed direction. He was coming back.

13 thoughts on “Glory: Part 4”

  1. Shouldn’t Sean be referred to as “Power” as opposed to “the Power”. Still, it’s a silly name.

  2. Since he is basically a weaker version of Magneto, why not just get some magnet related code name as per the custom?

  3. The most incredibly stupid thing that Sean can do now is throw a piece of spaceship at Nick.
    No … he wouldn`t be this stupid, would he?

  4. Eduardo, this is Sean we’re talking about. I’m trying to remember him ever doing something smart, and coming up blank. I’m sure he has done some smart things offscreen, right Jim? Err, Jim?

    OK, never mind that.

    However, I think it might be a good idea for Nick to be calling Paladin right now, so that Sean can hear him trying to get help to Sydney.

    One more thing. Nick’s painted a pretty terrifying image of how badly Sydney could be hurt. One might imagine that Old-Man-Machine and Young-Man-Machine might have had some ideas about that too. It might be a good idea for Nick to actually ask what the injuries are before Sean winds himself up any more. If she’s got a couple broken bones, it’s a whole different story than being cooked in a metal shell.

  5. Shouldn’t Nick be using Sydney’s code name? I mean, I know she’s already “out” as a superhero, but they were talking about the whole real names thing literally minutes ago. It’s just good practice. Plus, it’s probably better to break the news to The Power about his teammate, er, whatever-her-name-is, than to break the news to Sean about his sister Sydney

    I know this is all splitting hairs in the midst of a fairly emotional situation, but, well, Nick totally does that…

    1. You’re completely right, but in this case Nick doesn’t know her codename. There were probably better ways to handle it than saying her name, but the most obvious one would be to figure out euphemistic ways to refer to her which might have made Sean more angry rather than less.

  6. Sean chose a terrible name. If I had magnetic powers, I’d go for “Lodestone”, “Magnetite” or “The Human Railgun”. You know, something classy and clever.

    Anyway, I’m guessing that they’ve beaten the first stage of the invasion. (Congratulations on the story so far, Jim.) I’m looking forward to what happens next!

  7. Jerden,

    Remember that Sean is a self-centered person, of questionable morality at best. (Remember that before Haley and Nick started dating, Sean tried to push himself on Haley and got the poison claw for his efforts)

    I can’t see him wanting a clever name. He wants an “I’m important” name. “The Power” really is a very strong name, but when someone like Sean uses it, well, let’s just say the effect is diluted. Now, if he’d chosen “The Fool” he could probably live up to that one.

  8. Wording is a bit odd here with yhe extra “she said” maybe something different for flow?

    I took the call, and Kayla’s voice came over the comm. “Rocket, Night Cat wanted me to tell you,” she said, and my stomach felt very tight, “that we won.”

    Maybe instead:

    I took the call, and Kayla’s voice came over the comm. “Rocket, Night Cat wanted me to tell you,” and my stomach felt very tight, “that we won.”

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