by kid_psycho_00 and ORCA_COMICS
Thunder City, the MBL's world:
Back at the MBL Headquarters, King Psionic sat patiently awaiting any late-coming MBLers and thumbing through an old comic-book. "How typical for me to be sitting here while many of my teammates are out fighting the good fight!"
"Hi there!" said a voice suddenly coming over the MBL communicator.
"Uh... hello?" replied King Psionic into the communicator. "Who is this?"
"My name is ORCA Chief, since I am the director and founder of Organized Righteous Crimefighters Associated, or ORCA. I've long sought ways of reaching as many metaheroes as possible in hopes of being able to connect them with other metaheroes enjoying the hobby and business of metapowered crimefighting. Nothing is fonder to me than the folks that make up the Meta Board League. As such, and in support of your club, I invite you all to sample ORCA's newsletter. You can obtain a free complimentary copy by simply leaving your exact postal mailing address via e-mail."
"Um... okay..." said King Psionic, looking around and not finding a recognizable computer with an Internet connection. "But I'm not exactly near a computer right now."
"Doesn't matter where you are located on this Earth -- ORCA spans the globe! Without groups like yours and groups like ORCA working hand-in-hand with each other, the hobby and business of metapowered crimefighting would be more obscure. Let's all work together to let other, non-metahero people, know how fantastic the MBL and metaheroes in general actually are! Thank you."
"You're... uh, you're welcome," said King Psionic. "If there's nothing else, I'd like to get back to my reading, thanks."
ORCA Chief: "What are you reading?"
King Psionic: "An old magazine called Meta Crimefighter Monthly, which was cancelled back in the late 1980s. It's highly underrated, if you ask me!"
ORCA Chief: "I agree. I loved that series! Join me, and we can spread the word! We need more people like us to get people interested in metahero crimefighters again!"
King Psionic: "Listen. I'll make you a deal. Join forces with me against Viet Khan in New Orleans, and I'll see what I can do for you in return."
ORCA Chief: "Deal!"
King Psionic: "Where are you right now?"
ORCA Chief: "Thunder City."
King Psionic: "Great! Meet me outside MBL Headquarters. I'll gas up the van, and we'll be on our way!"
It was only a few minutes that King Psionic had to wait just outside the headquarters. The arriving ORCA Chief pointed at the parked van. "Whoa! How'd you get your hands on that?"
King Psionic: "Oh, I bought it a while back from an out-of-work actor who said he was down on his luck lately and needed some cash for some new chains he had his eyes on. I'm not ashamed to tell you that I ripped him the hell off! We need its hella-fast abilities much more than he does at the moment!"
ORCA Chief: "No arguments here. Maybe we should stick around for a little while longer in hopes that someone else might join us."
King Psionic: "Okay, but we haven't got too much time to spare!"
Later, King Psionic and ORCA Chief were waiting just outside Lebanon, Kansas, on the MBL's world, after having left a note behind in the apparently abandoned MBL Headquarters in Thunder City. They had taken the van and had used its hella-fast drive to bridge the distance in seconds.
"You have an amazing vehicle," said ORCA Chief. "How does it travel so fast?"
"It actually only travels the same speed as a regular van," said King Psionic. "The only difference is that, when I use the hella-fast drive, it passes into another dimension for a split-second and then passes back into this dimension, except in the place I want it to go. Not bad, huh?"
ORCA Chief smiled. "Pretty good, actually."
King Psionic: "I guess there will be no one else joining us. As a new member, I probably don't have the authority to do this, but we're going to war, and you're hereby drafted into the Meta Board League.
ORCA Chief looked pleased and opened his mouth to say something long-winded.
King Psionic quickly said, "We'd better get a move on, then!" He ran into the van.
ORCA Chief followed him into the van and said, "Ready when you are!"
King Psionic: "Hold on tight! I switching to hella-fast drive! Next stop... the antimatter world!"
The van flew through the vortex and entered into the Lebanon, Kansas, of the antimatter world, which was very much like their own, but also VERY different. With another application of hella-fast drive, they soon closed the distance between Kansas and New Orleans.
"Welcome to New Orleans," said King Psionic, grinning at the astonished ORCA Chief. The journey, which would have taken hours under conventional means, had again taken only seconds. "Hella-fast travel really makes me hungry. Want to stop for a bite before we confront Viet Khan?"
ORCA Chief: "Sure! Assuming that this world pretty much mirrors our own, coupled with the fact that I've never been to the Big Easy, how about stopping at a new place I heard about that just opened: Sisko's. I hear they serve great Cajun food."
King Psionic: "Great! Let's go!"