League of Extraordinary Gentlemen:
The New League
Disclaimer: I do not own LXG, Guyver, Underworld, Yu Yu Hakusho, Harry Potter, Wyatt and Barbus from Charmed, Smallville, and Anansi from Static Shock. The characters Mack Radner and Cleo are mine. The character Talia is the property of fellow writer Cinammon (please check out her Talia series; you'll enjoy it!)
A/n: This is a re-revised version with added information and editing. Many thanks to my new Beta Lucy (Cynth unfortunately had too many demands on her time). Once a again thanks to Cinammon for all her support
Ch. 1: The Letter
Mack arrived outside the old building as the letter instructed. His curiosity overcame him. "Why would a government agent want to meet with me?" he thought to himself. Yes, he wasn't an ordinary guy, as he pretended to be, but still no one outside of his friends and employers knew what he was: a Guyver. A human fused with a living armor that gave him the ability to fight them, the Zoanoids of Kronos. Fierce creatures that looked and acted like humans but forsake that for the power to change form and become stronger then any human on earth. As a Guyver Mack had the responsibility to protect man from them just as the original one did over five thousand years a go. Like all Guyvers before him he could sense a Zoanoideven in human form. And many times he had to hold back,the Guyver had a will of its rage towards the Zoanoids was as old as the pyramids and twice as great. But it was that ragingthing in himthat had saved his life more times then he could count and now it had brought him here.
It was a normal morning for him, until his father handed him a letter. It was from the defense department requesting his presence at a given address, at 4 o'clock. His dad asked what they wanted from him. Mack lied saying it was a prank of some kind probably from his girlfriend Dana or best friend Benny. He accepted this response and continued to eat his breakfast. Mack however went back up stairs to think. He hated lying to his dad but it was for his sake as well as for him and his friends.
It was true that Dana was his girlfriend but what he didn't know that she was also a rebel Zoanoid. Her father the former head of Kronos' East Coast office had used her in his Hyper-Z experiment. His hope was to create a process that could propel him past the strongest of their kind: the Zoalords who ruled over Kronos. Dana was used to create the first Hyper Zoalord. But her father soon realized what the Zoalords had planned for humanity and when he confronted Smith, the US Zoalord, he was killed out right. Dana ever since has sworn to stop them and has fought with Mack ever since.
Then there was Benny, who was more then he appeared. To any outsider Benny was a twenty something comic shop owner with a big mouth, loud voice, and a crude sense of humor. But that was the act, in reality Benny was the last surviving Creator that remained on earth. His kind created the Guyvers and the Zoanoids and Benny basically didn't approve of the treatment humans were receiving. So he took the remaining non-fused Guyversalong with those humans that hadsurvivedbeing fusedand destroyed his lab to go into hiding in the earth wild. For a time they lived in peace and Benny tried to reverse the fusion process. But, on one rather uneventful afternoon word reached that the time of peace was over; the creators were raiding villages and taking prisoners for "Treatment" in other words to become Zoanoid soldiers.
Once news of these raids reached him he began mobilizing rebel forces for war. Over the next five years humansand Guyvers attacked Creator installations, labs, and "Treatment" centers all over the globe. Also with the addition of several of the original Zoanoids joining them they gained more strength that they were ready to take back what belonged to them. On one warm spring mourning the final assault was made. The main Creator command fort was hit hard forcing them to abandon the planet.
After many victory celebrations Benny finished the job he set out to do from day one. Reversing the fusing process and release the humans from the Guyvers. Using ultra violet radiation and a destabilizer he forced the Guyvers back into theircocoon like state. He then used the last creator power units to create the Vault: an inter-dimensional storage pocket for the hundred or so remaining Guyvers. However, not believing all of the Guyvers had been recovered when he destroyed the lab,he made the Zoanoids swear to guard it, and humanity, for as long as needed.
After that Benny went into to hiding and tried to stay out of humanities way, until just after the war of 1812 when The Kronos Shipping Company first appeared as black market and Slave traders, also noticing every one of their clients were tyrants or in the middle of bloody conflicts. Benny figured his hiding days were over,the name Kronos was given to the most powerful meant "ultimate weapon" in the creator language. And since then Benny had been fighting from the shadows giving the Ro Council info and aiding Kronos' business competitors in secret.
Mack wondered who could have sent a letter of this nature. With a slight look of concern on his face, he thought hard. Benny wouldn't have sent the letter. And as for Kronos they had clout in the government but they had no idea who he was. With all avenues exhausted that meant the only way he'd get any answers would be to do as the letter asked which is what brought him to this old dark building he now stood out side of.
He cautiously approached the door and knocked; it creaked open. Inside was a tall secret service man. He looked at Mack, and for the first time in the years since his "incident," he was nervous.
"Mack Radner?" he asked gruffly.
Pulling himself together, Mack said "Yes." The secret service man nodded and motioned for him to enter.
He led Mack down a long passage into a large meeting room. Unlike the passages at Kronos, which were filled with wires and conduits, this place looked ancient, like an old castle. As soon as Mack entered the meeting room, his escort shut the door, leaving him alone … or so he thought.
Once inside, a voice from the dark side of the room spoke. "Well, Mr. Radner, I must say it is a pleasure." The voice, while warm and friendly, was a deep heard a chair being pushed back andsaw his host light an old gas lamp. He was aburly man with dark hair flecked with grey and a short beard and mustache. His accent was British but with a hint of American in it.
"Who are you?" asked Mack, as his host took his seat.
"I am called many things but I'm commonly known as Defense Minister Connelly; for all purposes, you are to refer to me as M," he said kindly.
Mack stared intently at M. He didn't sense any Zoanoid in him or any deceit in his voice. "Why would a British defense minister send me a letter on US Government Stationery, and more importantly, why are you contacting me at all?
M smiled lightly, as if expecting this. "I'm here as a representative of both of our Governments, and as to why you are here, I will explain. But first, tell me how much you know of history, particularly the world wars?" he asked as if genuinely curious.
"Quite a bit, about as much as the average person. The first began in the dawn of the twentieth century and the second around 1935," he said, looking curiously at M.
"Very good, Mr. Radner, now let me tell you a little story. In 1899, a man posing as British agent gatherednine individuals of extraordinary ability in the hopes of stealing their powers and jump starting World War I. When they discovered his plot, they tracked him down and stopped him. Ever since, the Governments of the world have had my office prepared to reform such a group: The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. And you, Mr. Radner, are the man I want to lead it."
Mack goggled at him, and then laughed in disbelief."Very funny, M. Is this some joke of the Council's? If so, it's a good one."
"It is no joke, Mr. Radner, or should I say Guyver?"
Mack stopped mid laugh. "What did you call me?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
"Approximately two years ago, you came in contact with an alien device, giving you the ability to, I believe the term is, Bio-Boost, once it had fused with you,and call forth a form of bio organic armor called the Guyver. Said device gave you extraordinary abilities as well as knowledge of a secret history, hidden from the general populace. Long before recorded history, man was used for genetic experiments, and in the end, those fused with the Guyvers revolted. One of the aliens who came here and lead the Guyvers in the war that drove his fellow aliens off earth never to be seen aliens left behind one group of their creations to hopefully avenge them and conquer us in their name. Do I need to continue?" asked M.
Mack knew the rest of the story; he lived part of it. Ever since he learned about the Zoanoids and their plans, he used his powers to fight them with only his friends and the Ro Council by his side. "How did you know about it, I mean Benny erased all traces of the Creator Occupation here?"
"Not all of it?" said M. "Your Mr. Benjamin took the liberty of leaving behind some vital clues hidden in such away that only when humanity reached a certain point in our evolution would we be able to figure it out. Needless to say found out early."
"So why keep it a secret?" asked Mack.
"Because the government feels the same way your friend felt when he erased any trace of his people being here. Should we come in contact with alien life we don't want the populace to be jaded by past events" explained Smith. "Anything else you want from to prove my good intentions."
No, you proved your point. What is it you want me to do?" asked Mack in a slightly defeated voice
M handed Mack a black folder containing the photograph of a clocked figure."His name is Dominous;he iswhy you are being recruited. For several years Interpol had tracked his doings, and had no idea what he was up recently Mr. Radner, he has resurrected a very powerful demon named Barbus. We feel he did so because he needed one with Barbus' power to help perform the Black Rebirth, a ritual designed to cleanse the earth of all who arepure blood. His associates are currently gathering up all those who pride themselves of purity to assist in the ceremony."
Mack looked at the file picture in disgust. The Zoanoids believed the same crap he did. They thought themselves pure and now some one was taking their ideals to the next level.
"What's my first task as leader of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen?" he asked with a smile.
M smiled back. "As leader, your job is to recruit the chosen League members for the assignment. In this case, we have selected nine other individuals for you to recruit." M then handed Mack a black folder. "The first is a wereferal by the name of Cleo Monroe, akin to your standard werewolf."
Mack interrupted, "Werewolf? You're kidding, right? Geese, I fought those things; you can't control them in their beast form!"
"No, Mr. Radner, you have fought a class A3 type werewolf. The kind I refer to is a class A1 werewolf, one who has complete control of his or, in this case, her abilities. At any rate, you are not recruiting a werewolf, at least not until later; you are recruiting a wereferal, commonly called a werecat."
"Hold on. A class A3 werewolf? Just what are you talking about?" asked Mack seriously confused.
"The creatures known as Weres occur in two forms: wolf and cat. Wolves are divided into two classes: A and B. These wolves are divided into three subgroups: type 1 - total control over transformation, via will or outside influence, i.e., talisman, charm, and so on; type 2 - transforming into the common, everyday wolf with a man's mind. Then there is type3 wolf, which is a total animal with varying levels of human consciousness. The same is said for class B wolves, which are more based in genetics then class A wolves, which are based more on magic."
Mack nodded as he grasped this concept. "Okay, what does this have to do with this werecat you referred to?"
"They prefer to be called ferals, and like A1 werewolves, they have complete control of their transformations but are of a rare breed, to this dimension anyway."
Mack did a double take. "This dimension?" The concept of multiple universes was not unknown to him, but why would a feral from another dimension take up residence here on earth?
"Yes. To put it simply, she is like an inter-dimensional cop, policing our world for inter-dimensional criminals."
It made sense to Mack. "But why is she here on earth?" he asked, his curiosity again over-taking him.
"Basically, it is due to the fact that our world is a dimensional blank, a kind of crossroad, if you will, for travelers. Our world, for some reason, is connected to another million or so other worlds, which is why we are graced with this recruit's presence. Now then, may I continue?" asked M exhaustedly.
Mack smiled sheepishly and nodded.
"As I was saying, the recruit is a feral by the name of Cleo Monroe and is currently based in Franklin City. I suppose you have heard of it?" asked M.
"Yeah, Franklin City in New England tends to attract the more interesting element of society."
M nodded "Yes and is also a hot spot, as it were, for Miss Monroe's particular type of criminal."
Mack looked through her profile. "Looks like this, is going to be fun," he said with a chuckle. "When do I head out?" he asked.
"There is a vehicle waiting outside for you to take as well as a folder that contains the profiles of each recruit; the details of the mission will be given once the entire League is assembled. Also, in the glove compartment is a transponder that you are to use once every U.S. member is brought in." Mack nodded as M gave him the keys. "Good luck, Mr. Radner," said M, and with a smile, the new League leader left for a new adventure.