Log:Impossible Challenge - Scene 1

Impossible Challenge 2009/01/15 	 Lightray Big Jock McKay 1

An Impossible Challenge?
News Item: Article #1249 Date: 01/15/2009 Source: Colonial Bay Network Title:"News hacked at Nine O'Clock" Byline/Reporter: Barbara Wawa

... the CBN News Service at nine o'clock. Bringing you the latest in local and national news. With Barbara Wawa and Michae...

... static replaces the image from the CBN News Studio. Then the screen clears to show a man in full evening dress with top hat and bow tie. He is standing on a podium with two attractive and scantily clad young women kneeling at his feet clinging to him. "They said I was defeated. They said I would never be back to trouble this city again. They said I was mad. Well - one of three isn't bad. I'm BACK! I'm bringing TROUBLE!!" The camera shot widens to show an obvious meta team beside him. There's a giant of a man with bulging muscles a full fifteen feet tall, a woman in spandex juggling colored crystals, a wild eyed long haired male martial artist, and floating sphere just over a foot in diameter.

"The game's afoot, Watson!" The top hatted man declares, "The rules are simple. One against one challenges. Five points for the winner. Unnecessary collateral damage or injuring your opponent gives a one point bonus for any acknowledged hero and a one point penalty for any villain. Calling in backup or bringing the police into the game is an automatic default of all points earned. One challenge can be issued each day. Declining a challenge is a default to the challenger. The game continues until one contestant has scored a hundred points. Oh, yes, I know who you are, Markham Twins. You are so not invited to play in my game. The same goes for you, Deadlock, and for Xylex-66 too."

... the camera tightens up to show just the head and shoulders of the speaker. "The top four contestents will then fight the Impossible Challenge: Team Impossible!!!" Each of the four metas seen before gets a couple of seconds close up on screen. "Oh, almost forgot..." The speaker in shown again, "The Prize!!! If Team Impossible is beaten...  the winning team gets to decide whether or not I destroy the city."

... static once again fills the screen before the CBN News studio reappears.

Colonial Heights
Of all Colonial Bay's neighborhoods, only Bayside can rival Colonial Heights in wealth, and none come close it in prestige: from the summit of the city's only hill the rich and powerful have looked down on the less fortunate from the earliest days of settlement. Even now elegant houses in old style Colonial architecture give the area a historic East Coast feel, and none are grander than those on Colonial Heights Boulevard, which descends gently west from the summit of the hill through a tunnel made by the interlacing limbs of venerable trees; in the fall the is alive with color, and at night the tunnel is illuminated from with by antique streetlamps. Lower on the hill the homes are not quite as splendid, and there are even some townhouses in the southeast, but even these are too expensive for most.

Big Jock McKay is eight feet tall. He's broad across the shoulders and built like a weightlifter. Jock's head is shaven giving him a slightly sinister appearance. He's wearing a sleeveless set of mechanic's overalls exposing a Celtic design tattoo on each of his upper arms. Large external pockets in the overallshold a collection of engineering tools. The leggings of the overall are tucked into oversized brown laced army style boots.

The sound of a police siren is heard in a one block radius of the High School gates.

Lightray happens to be flying over the area as he hears the police siren. Being a good conscientous metacitizen, he flies over to see what is happening.

Draw to the sound like a sailor drawn to the call of earlier sirens across the waves, Lightray makes his appearance. There seems no obvious cause or source for the police siren on first glance.

Lightray carefully looks around the area from above, his gaze sweeping over the gate.

Then Big Jock McKay, normal sized at first, grows to his full height of eight feet. He tucks away the hand held siren in a pocket of his overalls and looks over at Lightray, "Dinae fuss yourself, Lightieboy. Tha' no troubl' here but me'on. Yu ken me name's Big Jock. Wha' be thine?"

Lightray remains hovering as he nods to the big man. "I am Lightray, Big Jock. Why the siren?" His gaze takes in the big man as he speaks.

Big Jock grins, a slow wide smiles the takes a while to develop fully, "Well now, laddieboy Lightray, thi' mean' ta draw up a wee hero typie. Yu'ken it' done the workie now. So let's be gettin' to it. There's nought better than a rumble in th' evenin' don't yu' think?"

Big Jock flexes his muscles, showing off to the high school students peering out through the school gates.

Lightray seems unamused for a moment, then a smile slowly grows on his face as well. As a sunlight solidifies around his body, he says, "Well, so long as we keep the students out of it, I have no problem, Big Jock." He bows slightly to the huge man. "Shall we?"

Big Jock grins nodding, "Aye!"

Big Jock leaps up and over towards Lightray, a large fist punching out at the hero as he arrives.

Big Jock swings with some skill in boxing being evident. His fist smashes into Lightray's ribs.

Lightray is hit firmly in the ribs by Big Jock. He goes flying down the street missing all obstacles and comes to to skidding halt in the center of the street. The sunlight around his body flickers out as he comes to a rest and he looks groggy and nearly out of it.

Big Jock leaps again as soon as his feet touch the ground. His arc carries him over to where Lightray is laying stunned in the street. Landing beside the downed hero Big Jock drops into a crouch to slam his massive forearm into Lightray's chest.

Big Jock pulls back on the forearm slam in mid strike as he notes the lack of light surrounding Lightray.

Lightray's breath whooshes out of him as Big Jock slams his forearm into his chest. He slips into unconsiousness as the punishment roves too much for his body to handle.

Bending over Lightray Big Jock waves air over the fallen heroes face with a oversized hanky, "Wak' yu' up now, laddie. Yu' get heart in thee, I'll gift thee that."

Lightray groggily wakes after a few seconds, his eyes flickering open. He grimaces at the sight of the hanky.

Lightray mutters under his breath. "What are you? Part Scottish and part freight train?" He looks up at the huge man. "Mind if I sit up?"

Big Jock grins down at Lightray, "Yu' no hurt ar' ye, laddie?" He stops waving the hanky and uses it to blow his nose, making a rather loud sound in doing so.

Big Jock holds out a helping hand.

Lightray does not hesitate and takes the man's hand,rising with his aid. Lightray is a large man but dwarfed Big Jock. He sways for a oment, then rolls his shoulders. "No, I am fine, Big Jock. Just my ego is bruised and it will surive."

Big Jock shrinks back down to a more normal size, although in his case it's still sufficient to bring tears to the eyes of any coach looking for a linebacker. "Yu' needie have nuh fear for yu' city now. If'en I'm on the final team it's saving thy city I'll be votin' for."

Lightray looks at Big Jock for a moment. He then asks, "Saving the city? From what?"

Big Jock shows his surprise clearly on his face, "Ye nuh heard? Thi' all over th' news laddie." He pulls out a sleek PDA with a couple of custom modifications and flipping it open plays the news cast from CBN's interrupted nine o'clock bulletin.

The large and maybe a touch slow witted Big Jock lets Lightray watch the broadcast, "Yu' ken thi' givin' me th' chance ta rumble with yu' and thy mates with nuh hassle. I nuh wish harm ta yu' city but thi's a fine thing for me."

Lightray watches the newscast on the sleek PDA then slowly shakes his head. "No, I did not see that. Who is the ringmaster there, Big Jock?" He shakes his head again. "And its getting you attention for a career?"

Big Jock laughs loudly, a almost subsonic rumbling, "Nah, laddie. I jus' like to

Lightray nods and smiles again. "Well, I'm glad to know about this now." After a beat, he asks, "And do you like to drink as well, Big Jock. I will stand you an ale if you want." He grins. "Least I can do for someone who knocks me out."

Big Jock nods. He waves a hand to slap Lightray congenially on his back if Lightray doesn't avoid the friendly gesture. "I'll na be sayin' na ta a bottle o ten, laddie. Lead on."