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If Buck Rogers was a pilot in WWII as opposed to a Foot Soldier in WWI, which aircraft would he prefer? (Feel Free to Comment your points) 

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Bond's New Ride by VHamelin
Bond's New Ride
"Wheres my Bentley?"

"Oh it's had its day, I'm afraid."

"But, it's never let me down."

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M's orders 007. . .  You'll be using this Aston Martin DB5 with modifications.  Now, pay attention please. . ."

A small snippet of a photo series I'm working on with the lovely :iconmollyfootman: as the ever so gallant, and witty Q and myself as :icon007plz:.  :)

Shot taken in Second Life, edited in GIMP.  Stay tuned for more!  :)
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Their didn't appear to be very much on the newspaper in terms of events today.  Just a few minor things here and there pertaining some new things coming out.  Queen City Museum was opening up a new exhibit, Keystone pipeline was Vetoed, JFK international in New York was going through some updates and changes, a few things about ISIS.  Bah, that didn't concern him anymore, it's not like the Pentagon was knocking at his door anymore; in fact the world thinks of him to be virtually nonexistent now.   Not that it really made much of a difference to him.  After all, he was virtually a nobody now, which is how liked it; no press, no phone calls at three in the morning, no dealing with the brass upstairs about some bullshit pertaining to what happened back in the 1950s.  It was very peaceful for once.  However the keyword here would be WAS.

The 5:35pm from Mabitou Plaza was en route to the Queen City transit station at the downtown district just south of the Museum; it was the end of the day for him at the power plant and he was aiming to return to his home and relax for a few. they were scheduled to arrive at approximately 5:57 on the nose before departing again at 6:00 pm.  Some would drive others would take the bus, or carpool.  He preferred the public train.  Safer, efficient, and comfortable.  It gave him some time to catch up on his reading.  Unfortunately that was short lived since things on the train were about to change.  

Flipping through the pages of his paper, he heard something going above them; as if someone was working on the roof or to say the least was running around on the top of the passenger car.  He heard a few thuds and grunts while whatever was going on above ensued.  Normally, he would take a peek, but he just ignored it.  It was none of his business after all.  He hasn't been involved with the heroics since about two or three years ago.  Why should he?  It's not like the city has enough heroes protecting it.  Besides, he likes living a normal life.  Sure, he was alone but that doesn't mean that he could continue living.  It's what Helen would have wanted him to do.  Although he did notice that the train was picking up in speed.  Plus the conductor was not doing his rounds.  Concerned, he sighed to himself after the noise stopped over his head.  He got up to find the rest room.  These cars did have one.  But the nearest one was to the front by the engine.  Which is where he was heading to.  

Upon passing a few passengers, he finally enters the rest room and uses it for a second.  His hearing, which was somewhat sensitive; thanks to his training as a soldier and the Nuclear Testing in the 1950s following the McCarthy Period, picked up on a conversation going on at the engine side.

"Did we get them all?" one voice asked.

"I think so.  The passengers are safe.  I got them all together and locked away in the box car towards the back" a second one answered.  "The Engineer is also being patched up in the next car.

"Uhnnn. . . guys, I think wee might have another problem." A third voice grunted.  He could hear the squealing coming from the outside like someone was trying to apply the brakes to the massive beast.  "I can't tame this massive beast.  It's not responding."

"The brakes aren't working?!"

"Nnngh!  It's going. . . too fast!"  The first voice perked up.  "Keep applying the brakes.  I'm going to try and slow it down from the outside."

"I'm right behind you!" the second voice concluded.  He groaned a bit at this.  Wonderful. . .  Three of the guardians for this city was attempting to save the day and all of a sudden the train was now a runaway and they couldn't stop it.  Their was three of them.  All female from what he could tell.  But he didn't really identify them since he didn't know them.  At least he didn't think so.  He tried to ignore it though.  Washing his hands after using the facilities and returning to his seat in the main car.  

Picking up his paper to resume reading, their was a constant nagging in the back of his brain about it.  He should at least try to help them somehow.  No, he doesn't do that sort of thing anymore.  He hasn't done heroics in a while.  They have it under control.  Thats what he thought until he felt a sudden jump as the train kicked in faster.  He tried openeing his car window for some air to keep himself from responding.  Again his hearing could pick up the conversation:

"It's going too fast!  I can't slow it down!"

"Keep pushing!  The passengers are counting on us."

"We need more brakes!"

"Nnngh!  I'm TRYING!!!"

Suddenly the train picked up speed as if the brakes were getting knocked back.

"It's going too fast!"

"Keep trying!"

"We're almost to the city!"

He closed the window again trying to ignore the call.  Resuming his paper reading.  The nagging in his brain getting worse.  Looking around, he could see a few passengers concerned about what's going on.  To his right their was a mother and an eight year old with her.  Their was also an elderly couple seeming concerned as well in the far side of the car.  Groaning, he finally caved in to the nagging.  "God dammit. . ." he muttered under his breath sighing as he set his paper down folding it neatly and placing it on his seat.  He walked to the back of the car heading to the end train.

On his way through he could see the concerns from the other passengers.   Maintaining his cool, he kept moving along not paying attention to the passengers who seemed to be watching him.  Possibly thinking he was heading to the back towards the central point.  He was sort of.  Until he reached passed the car and opened the door leading outside.   Looking around making sure no one could see him, he could tell how fast the train was going based on how quick the telephone poles raced by him.  He grabbed ahold of the ladder attached to the side of the car hoisting himself up to the top of the cars.  For a second he had a flashback to his early days in World War II when he tried to take out a train in control of the Third Reich.  Moving towards the back, he looked around for a second trying to find something to use to help with what he was doing.  A thick chunk of steel would work well if he had one. He finally decided to dig into one of the cars and grab a thick piece of steel.  Bending it a few times, he moves to the end train and attached the makeshift brake attached to his feet taking a deep breath.  "Here goes. . ."  He said as he finally grabs ahold of the end car.  

With his feet planting against the rails, Sparks started to fly as he slowly moved to reach for the framing of the train itself.  Upon gripping it firmly, he applied pressure to his makeshift brakes.  Letting the piece of metal dig into the rail for extra friction.  Pressing hard against the piece of metal at his feet.  This was how he stopped trains in the past with help from others.  It was extra friction to add momentum reduction.  Simple laws of physics.  Plus with the three up front trying to stop the train, it should show some progress.  Sure enough, it did show.  He looked over to the sides watching the poles counting the seconds in his head between poles; gritting his teeth trying to add friction to the massive runaway beast.  The seconds increased to minutes, slowly the time each pole passed by increased in seconds. Finally, the train came to a screeching halt.  A soft hiss could be heard as the engine itself rested.  He lets out a soft sigh in relief taking a second to smile at the results.  It's been a while, but he hasn't forgotten the feeling that comes with saving the day like this.  It almost tempted him to get back into it.  Almost.

His moment of glory was interrupted by a light in the sky.  Looking over, he could see a news helicopter flying towards them and the three voices were heard in the distance about checking on the passengers.  He slipped out of his makeshift brake and found his way back inside the car.  Not wanting to raise suspicion, he hid in the restroom for a second waiting for the heroes to pass that was inside the car.  When it was clear, he calmly returned to his seat picking up his paper and resumed reading it.   Despite the fact he left behind a piece of evidence that the three had help, no one would suspect he was actually aboard the train with the rest of the passengers.  Still, with the press and the authorities there, he would wait until the green light was given and someone resumed taking the train to the downtown station so he can collect his things and head home.  Of course for those whom knew their history, would be very familiar with the clue that he left behind at the End Train.  He was the only hero in history that pulled off stopping trains using a makeshift brake of his own. 
Queen City Stories: A Helping Hand
A little short introducing the World War II Hero in to Queen City Universe.  Their will be differeences to this variant compared to the one that I'm collaborating stories with :iconcrimsonvlkyrie: and her british heroine.  Ii'll have to change his name still.

Captain John Waylon Carter is property of yours truly.

For the three heroines they properties of :iconwhite0wlsuperheroine:, :iconwondercuria-dd:, and :iconamazonarrow: respectively and was given the green light.  :)

This is a story set in :iconqueencityvalor: universe.
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Journal Entry: Tue Mar 17, 2015, 8:57 AM
Been very busy for a while since I have been involved with two music projects.  Now I'm back down to one, and things are working out better at my job.  Still waiting on things to be worked out so everything is taken care of.

For those of you that are curious about what the deal is with my characters, I have them divided based on universe settings at this point.  I'm going to try and keep it at around three per character  Detective Reed is already set with two so far in terms of :iconqueencityvalor: and :iconsteel-city-heroines:.  Spartan One May have three versions to him at this point.  One is set with :iconcrimsonvlkyrie:'s OC, and another variant which would be featured in :iconangel-fallsda:  However that is for the retro setting mainly created by:iconsxgodzilla:.  I should have things pieced together relatively soon.

For the third version of John, he will be given a different Codename.  Spartcus maybe or something along those lines.  he will be featured in :iconqueencityvalor: stories.  This gives me a chance to experiment with it a little bit. 

So whenever you guys see my stories from here on out, keep an eye open for which setting its for.  I'll have it featured in the information box for you guys.

Back to work I go.  A lot of stuff to do.

-Vee

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"Detective Reed," one of the suits greeted me at Emir's Office upon my entering.  I looked over to Emir for a second then at the suits.  Their was two of them all decked out in the two piece suits, nice ties, plus one in street clothes.  Emir was sitting at his desk reading over some documents looking up to me.  I looked to Emir then to the suits.  "You wanted to see me, Chief?" I asked Emir as he motioned me to come inside.  "Close the door Payton and take a seat." he said to me.  I nodded obediently and found a seat by his desk.  The four of them were looking over files and held Manila folders in hand.  The suit that greeted me had darkish hair well permed and pressed.  Te second suit, was more chiseled facially, with a bit of a crooked nose, curly brown hair; he appeared to have been involved with a few bouts in his day.  As for the one in street cloths, Hispanic, dressed in khaki's, white sneakers, and a Hawaiian shirt.  Looked like someone straight out of Magnum, P.I.  Emir looked to the suits then to me.  "Okay. . . So what did I do?" I asked Emir looking at the four of them.  "Did I cross the line somewhere?"  Emir chuckled.  "No," he answered.  "These gentlemen are from the FBI." he introduced.  

"Paragon City Department to be exact." Slick perked up before extending his hand.  "Agent Couldon.  This is my partner, Agent Sheffield, and that's Agent Galuvao."  Galuvao waved to me.  "Aloha, Detective." he greeted.  Ok, so I was off.  Galuvao was Samoan, not Latino.  I looked over to Emir for a second.  "What's the deal?" I asked him.  Couldon looked to Sheffield then to me.  "We were just speaking to Commissioner Werhner about our little dilemma."  Couldon explained.  

"What, you got another John Gotti running around?" Sheffield looked at me coldly.  "Very funny. . ." he perked up.  "Marcus, you SURE this is the best Steel City has to offer?"

"HE is ONE of my top guys Agent Sheffield." Emir said in my defense.  "You asked for one, and I got you one."

"I thought we were going to go with Detective Wilson.  That's who we had our eye on."  Sheffield points out.

"Wilson is currently working undercover dealing with one of the local crime lords along with the rest of my boys in Vice division." Emir said.  "Payton is the next best thing I can provide."

"Vice?"  I looked at Emir puzzled.  "What the--"

"Language, Payton."  I bit my tongue.  Emir was very devout to his beliefs.  Vulgarity was not something that registered in his vocabulary.  I took a second to reword my question.  "So what's the deal?  What's going on?"

"We're looking for a few good men," Couldon answered.  

"Really, Couldon?!" 
Galuvao perked up.  "Since when did I sign up for the Marines?  Last I checked we aren't decked out in camo and sporting M16s."  

"I don't think I would survive boot camp anyhow." I added.  Couldon sighed and looked to Emir who shrugged before focusing on me again.  "Detective, we have a bit of a situation back in Paragon City. . ."

"And that's news?" I perked up.  "I thought the capes were dealing with it."

"Not entirely. . ."  
Galuvao said to me.  "They are dealing with most of the riff raff there, yes.  But their's some things they are unable to reach."  Sheffield handed me a manila folder.  Taking it, I opened it up and leafed through the files as Sheffield explained:

"Those are our informants and inside guys."  Sheffield said.  "We've been going through them like water within the last few months.  We aren't sure how and why, but they've been getting iced before they get too close to what the source is."  I looked over to Sheffield  "Yeah. . ."  I said.  "And what does this have to do with me?  You want me to find out who iced them?"  

"Sort of." Couldon answered.

"Sort of?"

"Yeah, their's a little more to it than that."

"What else could their be to. . ."  I stopped and looked to Emir then to the three of them.  Two and two was coming together in my brain, and I didn't like where this was going.  "Wait a minute. . ."  I studied them.  "No way. . ."  I looked to Emir.  "Your not thinking. . ."

"They were looking for one of my top guys, and I referred to you Payton."

"I'm not a Vice Cop, Chief!  I'm a Homicide Detective!   What good would I be?"

"A lot of good."  Couldon answered.  "You also have a rare ability that would give an edge to the operation."

I glared at Emir.  "I didn't tell them about that." he said in his defense.  "They figured that out on their own."  I looked over to the suits.  "Seriously, why me?"

"Because your a no name at this point." Sheffield said.  "No one really knows who you are or have seen your face.  We need someone whose practically a nobody and operate as our buyer and supplier."

"A Candyman in other words?" I said.

"Not just A candyman." Couldon said handing me another file.  "THE Candyman."  I opened up the file and leafed through the information.  "This is to be your new identity should you accept our offer." he said to me.  Sheffield rattled off the information as I read though it:

"You are to take the role of a Notorious smuggler dealer wanted by us and by the PPD." he explained.  "After spending some time operating with the Central american crime families, you managed to invest into your own ring and supply between the islands and the United States."  I leafed through the file some more and arced a brow.  "A womanizer?  Really?"  Emir snorted at that.  If their was one thing I had problems with it was women.  "It's part of the charm." Couldon said while 
Galuvao was looking out the window.  "Agent Galuvao will be your informant and inside contact during the operations.  Our objective here is to trace the trail to the source and shut it down."  

"That's a bit of a tall order." I said.  "Does this Studdy McMuffin got a name?"

"Roberson." Couldon said.  "Sonny Roberson."  I looked at him.  "You do know Roberson is still running around, right?" 

"Nope, he's doing time right now." Couldon assured me.  "Awaiting death row for his sentencing.  So he won't be known to the public."  I looked at Emir.  "You sure about this?"  Emir shrugged.  "What choice do I have?  Honestly, I think this would be good experience for you."  I sighed and looked to the feds.  "Okay. . . So what am I being supplied with? what sort of set up?"

Couldon smiled to me.  "We know you enjoy your classic cars--"

"But that rustbucket of yours is out." Sheffield blurted out.  Emir's eyes shot like daggers at Sheffield.  "That RUSTBUCKET Agent Sheffield has been a very faithful and dependable car which I had proudly used, and owned since 1956." Emir said.  "And she has been very faithful to Detective Reed as well since I handed the keys to him."  I bit my tongue at Sheffield.  That dude was seriously asking for it.  Couldon stepped in again:

"Unfortunately that vehicle cannot be used for this." he said.

"Really? what am I supposed to do then, take the bus?"

"No, we already arranged a set of wheels for you to use during the operations."  I looked to Couldon. "Really?  What am I sporting in then?"

"Mark IV Supra.  '95."

I looked to 
Galuvao.  "Mark IV?  How tricked out is this thing?"

"Just enough to get around and then some.  No serious modding." Galuvao explained.  "Conserving space mainly.  Besides, you don't need NOS."

"I don't LIKE nor CARE for Nos." I said.  "It'll strain out the engine anyhow."  I looked to the three stooges.  "Where will I be staying?"

"Penthouse.  At the Beach side." Sheffield said.  "It's already been paid for and covered.  It'll act as your safe house.  
Galuvao will meet up with you on certain points in town for briefings and debriefings.  You'll have plenty of resources at your disposal as well."  I nodded to them looking over the files.  "This is the target?" I asked.

"Salo? yeah. . .  Been really illusive to us.  Somehow he's been figuring out that we have a couple of moles and iced them quick." Galuvao explained.  "We're hoping that since your an unknown, we'll have a better chance at this."

"So how bout it, detective?  You in?"

I looked over to Emir then to the three.  They must be really desperate to call in for a Homicide Cop acting as a Vice Cop.  Emir just watched me for a second seeing what I would do.  Obviously he was all for it.  I didn't know if I could get out of this.  Plus the Vice boys were busy as it was.  I just sighed and nodded. "Alright. . .  I said.  "When do I start?"


Paragon City or Bust
This is a story that leads into Reeds adventures as the notorious Druglord, Sonny Roberson.  More information will be added as we go.

Payton Reed is Property of Yours truly.

This story is part of the :iconsteel-city-heroines: Universe.

Paragon City is property of NCSoft as part of City of Heroes Verse, which is nonexistent sadly.
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Spartan One New by VHamelin
Spartan One New
Did a quick update on John.  I think this is the best overall look for him.  Vintage WWII, all decked out ready to hit the beaches.  Of course later on he loses the K-pot and gets a Greco-Roman Helmet.  (And a cute British heroine as well.  ;) )

Spartan One/Captain John Waylon Carter is property of yours truly.  

The mentioned cute British heroine is property of :iconcromsonvlkyrie: ;)
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Vere Hamelin
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Just a writer and occasional artist. Not new to DA to be honest. I've found myself drawn into multiple different things and hope to see more. I like to develop stories with other and hopefully expand and evolve over time. :)

Current Residence: In your head
Favourite genre of music: Anything BUT rap
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Personal Quote: I'm selling these fine leather jackets!
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Journal Entry: Tue Mar 17, 2015, 8:57 AM
Been very busy for a while since I have been involved with two music projects.  Now I'm back down to one, and things are working out better at my job.  Still waiting on things to be worked out so everything is taken care of.

For those of you that are curious about what the deal is with my characters, I have them divided based on universe settings at this point.  I'm going to try and keep it at around three per character  Detective Reed is already set with two so far in terms of :iconqueencityvalor: and :iconsteel-city-heroines:.  Spartan One May have three versions to him at this point.  One is set with :iconcrimsonvlkyrie:'s OC, and another variant which would be featured in :iconangel-fallsda:  However that is for the retro setting mainly created by:iconsxgodzilla:.  I should have things pieced together relatively soon.

For the third version of John, he will be given a different Codename.  Spartcus maybe or something along those lines.  he will be featured in :iconqueencityvalor: stories.  This gives me a chance to experiment with it a little bit. 

So whenever you guys see my stories from here on out, keep an eye open for which setting its for.  I'll have it featured in the information box for you guys.

Back to work I go.  A lot of stuff to do.

-Vee

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