by Eurostar and Gooz
The base is a camp of metal barracks scattered on the ice shelf. A huge machine slowly drills the snowy mantle to reach the hidden starship miles below. At a corner of the camp, on a tall pole in the cold wind, the red, white and blue Russian and American flags flutter.
Behind a rock, Rhyme Guardian observes, through binocular lenses, the activities of the men in the camp. "It's noon," he said. He seems to be speaking to an empty place.
A voice from the empty place responds, "Indeed, god of rhymes. The time has come for me to use my extraordinary abilities. I'll be taking my leave of you now."
"Invisible Man, remember: Exile, here, is able to detect your every move. Don't screw us over!" shouts Rhyme Guardian over the wind.
"Good gracious! I'm a professional, Rhymer. You pay me, and I do my job. Or there is something I don't know?"
Rhyme Guardian ignores the comment and turns back to Exile. "Let's go. They're all in the barracks now."
Meanwhile, in the barracks of Field Commander Potiomkin:
"General Forrest, has your metahuman arrived?" asks the Russian field commander to the American general.
"Yes, Commander Potiomkin. The helicopter from our McMurdock base has just arrived. Our hero is here. Dr. Disk, come in, please." From behind a curtain, a thirteen-year-old boy dressed in blue and holding a long battle staff, or stave, comes forward.
"Actually, Dr. Disk was my grandfather, sir," the boy says. "I named myself Disco Stave after him, and my friends call me Disco Steve, even though my real name isn't really Steve!"
"But he's a child!" shouts the Russian.
"Maybe," says Forrest. "But he's really powerful. If the rumors that a metahuman attack is about to happen are true, Disco Stave is our best hope to stop the assault."
"And I'm not alone, General Forrest. Some friends are arriving," Disco Stave says with a smile.
Soon, a loud, reverberating sound can be heard coming from inside the hangar, a large building near the commander's barracks. The American and Russian military leaders enter the hangar, along with the blue clad hero, to see a large machine, shining with iridescent colors as it materializes out of thin air.
"Commander Potiomkin, General Forrest, I'm pleased to present to you the rest of the Seven Senses: Knight De Facto, Generator, Caped Cadet, Albino Chameleon, Ace Martian, and Hooligan," explains the young hero.
Meanwhile, behind the rock, Rhyme Guardian follows the footprints of the Invisible Man appearing on the snowfield through his binoculars. "Heh. It's easier than I thought to follow that guy's tracks, Exile," he says, smiling.
Exile is smiling too, until his smile stops, and a somewhat scared look appears on his face. "I never imagined..." he whispers.
"What?" asks Rhyme Guardian. He had noticed, through the binoculars, that no more footprints were appearing on the snow.
"There are... demons... invisible demons at his command," says Exile, somewhat absently.
"Demons?" asks Rhyme Guardian, never putting the binoculars down.
"Yes. Invisible beings... or forces... leaving him and heading for the camp."
"I hope he knows what is doing," whispers Rhyme Guardian.
The Seven Senses have arrived, a team of young heroes trying their best to fight for truth and justice, while trying to control their extreme powers over reality.
"We've come here after receiving your distress call. Is there anything you can add to the situation?" asks Knight De Facto, the team leader and one of the older members at nineteen years old.
Generator whispers to Caped Cadet, "Something's wrong here. When has the government ever asked for our help?"
"Not sure, Gooz," said Caped Cadet, using Generator's nickname, "but we would never be sent on a suicide mission."
"Hells, yeah -- looks like there's going to be an attack or something," Albino Chameleon added.
"Yeah, it's just... something's wrong," said Generator. And I promised Marisa this was the last time I'd do the metahero thing.