Averonia, 735 SR (Skran's Revolution)
The room is pitch black. It's many windows are all darkened. Inside the room sits a man,invisible, if it weren't for his glowing red eyes, staring into what is assumed to be a doorway. But he grins. For he knows something.
Then, without any sound, and completely unseen, a figure swoops in, kicking the red eyed man in the gut. The figure wore a visor that allowed him to see perfectly. He possessed several other technologies on him. With a quick compression of the wrist, he launches a dart into the man's thigh.
And like that, Magtok went down. Thorn sent him to Rovelands special moving security center. Guarded by the most elite dwarven and giant soldiers known to the world, this place had a 0% Escape Rate.
Averonia, 745 SR
Thorn, having rid Devvin City of all it's major crimelords, finally settled down. He married his occasionally partner Black Rabbit, and at the moment it had been a whole year since his last fight with the forces of evil. It was a feeling he'd never forget. But it was over with. He was a successful realtor.
Besides, even if things did happen, there were several younger heroes ready to take action. It's not like he'd still fit in his old costume. And him and Jessica were considering kids- not now, but soon. Yeah. It's not like he'd even want to go back to that life.
But the world has a way of making things happen. Up, high in the skies, there was a giant flying manta, flying fast. Yet those aboard it- and there were plenty, including a large prison, didn't seem to be affected by the speed. The creature didn't seem to care what got in it's way. The occasional bird was even less than a gnat on a windshield to it. It didn't care.
The prison was nothing less than Rovelands Flying Prison. The guards all elite. But today... today was a very special day.
It was feeding day. The guards only did this once a century, and so today would be the day the old guards retired and the young ones took there place. It also meant a new crew of new guards would be coming in. The guards had to do it this way. 200 years solid, yet it set them for life.
It was also the only day for a hundred years that the guards weren't watching every prisoner at every moment. Not that they left them unattended for more than, oh, say five minutes at any given moment, but at any other day, they would be vigilant and have
at least two guards to each prisoner, even when new prisoners came in, and they still had enough to put guards on them too. There were thousands of guards on the manta. Tens of thousands. It was a very, very important duty.
Now, for the prisoners, the more or less five minute window would be useless. The guards could put down a single prisoner in one second. Hell, they could probably take on the entire lot of them if they pleased. The conditions left the villains in less than peak condition. Some living for several centuries here. Some, like Magtok, only ten years. And he was different anyways.
Magtok was a very evil person. Not that all these other clowns weren't. Cause they were- but he was somehow darker. A quality in his soul worse than demonic, cause there were demons in fact, amongst the ranks. Devils too. But that's besides the point.
The dark spark in his center pulsed strong today. He was able to do something that none of the other prisoners could do. He sent a signal through the magical barriers, a thin one, but strong enough to send his message to a small robot. The robot activated a few more, and it informed all of Magtok's mechanical army to be ready. And follow his signal, and then followed the manta, slowly and far behind, but surely.
Then the day came. It was like none other- the guards sat and the giants quickly marched out, and got the trough for the manta. The dwarves, old and new, stayed on board. They patrolled vigilantly. And Magtok waited for the right moment. The guards passed his hallway. Then, at that moment, the old crew was to leave. That's when the tiny robot came in... carrying Magtok's belt of wonderful things. As well as a ring.
"The ring first." whispered Magtok. It was a magical ring. It'd cause the bars shock factor to take into effect. But at that exact moment, a swarm of robots would invade. The robots all started picking off the younger, new new recruits first, before they were noticed. The guards all charged. And some from the manta came out too.
Magtok finally shorted the bars, without being heard. He took his tool set. Outside, he could hear the sound of metal being destroyed, but they did a good job. Magtok put on his belt, and from it took his lock pick (supreme, as it is) kit out and went to work on the lock. It had been one minute, and he was out.
His robot smiled.
"Okay boy..." He picked it up by its neck and tossed it at the bars of the cell right next to him. The robot shattered, but none of the electricity this time.
"Good." He worked and let loose several of the nearby prisoners.
It had been three, and the robots were done. They'd know they were Magtok's soon. But he didn't care. He let loose several of the prisoners, and they were ready to fight. He grabbed one of the guys that could fly and said
"Let's get the hell out of here. This won't be good." The guy smiled and flew off.
A few days later, the man found himself in a public restroom, washing his face and combing his fingers through his hair. The demon he hitched a ride with sat down near a small bit of woods. But Magtok didn't care about that. He looked at himself.
"I need to shave these hippie rags off... But no... I can't go bald, not yet. I have to disguise myself if I want to properly get revenge on him." Magtok stepped around, going over his revenge.
He first went to the demon.
"We leave tonight. Volshock's Island."
That night, he swept into a private island mansion and kidnapped a scientist. He stuck him in some dank basement. The scientist looked around. He didn't seem like a scientist. He wore big sunglasses and a stained white wife beater. He had stubble over his face, but no actual beard, and no mustache. His hair was shaggy, and sticking from his mouth was a cancer stick.
"What the hell man!" Barks the scientist.
"Why'd you go and kidnap me! I f***in coulda been over to your place in the morning, if you'd of called, but no, you go and..."
Magtok pointed a tiny dart launcher, armed on his wrist, at the man who was going on and on.
"Listen, I don't want to interrupt your happy time, but I'm kinda in a hurry. I know your Frank Vulshock, you build lairs for super villains like me, don't you." The guy nodded.
"Good. Now, I need one built fast... and effective... and you'll work pro bono."
"Aw, man, what the hell!" Coughed the scientist.
"I'm kinda..." He thought for a moment. It was a text book example of the kidnapped scientist, and if he wanted to live, he'd have to work. But, at least he could try and get something out of this.
"Fine. But I need a few things. Cigarettes, cartons of them. And for those special moments... the finest whiskey they got." Magtok kinda looked at him.
"Hey- occupational equipment. This is how I work." Magtok smiled.
Revenge was gonna be sweet.
