Wallop

Name: Wallop
Location: Reach City, Formerly New York, Formerly London

Tier: (1) Street
Alignment: Hero
Team: Aegis

Biography:

“How old are you?” 

“Seventeen” the young pink haired girl snarked back.

Captain Wham was incredulous to this answer.

The warehouse was strewn with empty liquor bottles, burned out cigarette butts, some fast food wrappers, and a mess of cannibalized robotic components and gerry-rigged super-weapons. Captain Wham pointed towards the massive robotic spider exoskeleton he had just finished demolishing. T-Rantula, a street tough turned wannabe supervillain, lay unconscious in its cockpit.

“Did you make that?” Captain Wham asked.

“You gonna arrest me?”

“Did you make that?” he repeated.

She shrugged her shoulders and her eyes rolled up to the side.

“I dunno….”

“Really? Because you’re the only other person here, and someone painted ‘Cordi and T Foreva’ on the side. Is that you, are you Cordi?”

“Maybe. Don’t mean I built it. You don’t know. Maybe T built it his-self and wrote that cause he loves me.”

“T-Rantula couldn’t build a model plane without eating the paste, let alone a working giant mechanical spider suit. I also know he doesn’t love you”

This snapped her out of her apathy.

“Shut your bloody mouth, you don’t know what he’s like. He cares about me, and he was the only one who wasn’t a bloody punta!”

“A what?”

“A punta,” she said, “Someone who ‘punts’ things. Punta’s pretend they give a shit, but they don’t. You pick up Cordi for a little bit here, a little bit there, you get your welfare check, or you rescue her from the ‘big bad supa-villain’, and then when you’re done with her you punt her off for someone else to deal with.”

“Oh.”

“But T neva’ did that,” she said, “He loves me, and I’m his first girl. We’re gonna make a mint and then he won’t have to do this no more. And just as soon as he knocks over enough banks,”

“Once he knocked over enough banks he’d leave you.”

“No, he wouldn’t! I keep telling you, he loves me,”

“He loves money,” Captain Wham said coldly, “He loves power. He loves himself. That’s it. That’s why he lies, and cheats, and steals. It’s why he needs to rob banks instead of getting a real job. It’s why he killed two security guards,”

“That ain’t true,” the girl said, lips quivering, “he didn’t do that on purpose, it was an accident; he told me. The hydraulics malfunctioned, really it was my fault.”

“It’s why he needed someone else to build his weapons for him,” the Captain continued, “so he could have someone to do his work for him and take the fall for him. It’s why he, a man of eighteen, pretended to love a girl who is not even CLOSE to seventeen. And that’s why when this was all over, and he had what he wanted, he was going to punt you off for someone else to deal with.”

Cord couldn’t retort, she just bit her lip. Her eyes watered. There was a silence in the warehouse. Then if you listened close you could hear a young girl cry.

“Am I gonna go to jail?”

“Maybe,” Captain Wham said, “but that depends. Do you want to make things right?”

She nodded.

“Uh-huh,”

“Then maybe there’s a way you can help.”


Personality

Three months later.

“Here comes the Whaaaaam!”

WHAM!

“And here comes the WALLOP!”

WALLOP!

It was an impressive one-two punch that sent Man Mammoth reeling. He was a wall of muscle, fat, and hair. He slowly toppled like a felled redwood; the asphalt shuttered when he flopped back. Wham and Wallop fist bumped.

“Did you see that?” she exclaimed, “My first proper supa-villain! You were all like ‘after him’, and then I did it, and he tried to run but I slammed him in the gob and he went to the fuckin’—”

“Wallop, language.”

“Oh, right boss,” she said sheepishly, “sorry ‘bout that. Won’t happen again. Still it was bloody spectacular is what it was. All explosions and punching, none of that shadowy ‘I am the night’ bollocks.”

“Yeah,” he said wistfully, “some heroes prefer stealth and subtlety, taking their opponents out one at a time. Not me. I like to wham on things… Now come on, we aught to get him turned in soon, then get you home.”

“Home? It’s only ten thirty boss, we were up till one last night. And there’s plenty more crime, ain’t there? I can think of a few tossers in East-End right now who’d deserve a good walloping.”

She smashed her gauntlets together, punctuating her thought with a bang. The Captain shook his head.

“Tomorrow’s a school day Wallop,”

“So? I’ll just miss a day. Ain’t like I need it, is it?”

“That’s not how this works and you know it.”

She let out a teenagery sigh.

“Fine. Whateva…”

“What was that?”

“Nothin’ boss,” she said, “ You’re right. You’re always right. But on weekends we’re good, right? Holidays too. Lets just hope there’s a lot of crime then, like real serious, bloody, nasty stuff... Not that I’m saying I want there to be crime or nothin’. But if there is gonna be crime anyway,”

“Wallop, I have to carry this guy to the police, are you coming or not?”

“Right, boss. Sorry, boss.”


Superior Mind: A Propa Genius (2)

One year later

“Right boss, but don’t you think I could stay on for just a bit? You know, till the new girl gets situated or whateva? I could even show her the ropes.”

She punched a two story venus-fly trap in its open mouth. The kinetic displacers in her gauntlet activated and unleashed turbulent boom. The plant exploded loudly, covering her armor with sticky green goo.

Another plant snapped at Captain Wham; he caught it easily then grabbed it by the stem as if he were choking a man by the throat. He flew up, violently uprooting the overgrown shrub, then hurled it into the Thames. It snarled futilely as it sunk beneath the water.

Captain Wham then floated back down next to her. They stood back to back as more vines broke from the street and slowly surrounded them.

“We talked about this Wallop,” he said, “I told you, you could stay as long as it didn’t interfere with your education.”

“Right,” she said while bashing another plant, “and my education is over, ain’t it? I thought the whole bloody point of me taking my exams early was so this wouldn’t affect my education anymore.”

“Yeah, but now you’ve got to go to University. That’s still counts under ‘education’ to me.”

A thick ropy vine lashed out, snaring her wrist. It dragged her towards the dense thicket of mutant foliage. She tugged, but she kept sliding back.

With her free hand she uppercutted the vine, exploding it into green paste.

“Well maybe I won’t get into University, you ‘eva think of that?” She said over her shoulder.

He laughed.

“You took your exams at sixteen, and built a functioning bank-robbing giant spider at fourteen. I think you’re gonna get in. Besides its time you sought your own future, outside of my name. Spread your wings and fly. Speaking of fly, upwards wham on three.”


Standard Leaping: Wallop Airlines (4)

They wait to three counts then he flew up, and Wallop slammed the Earth with her gauntlet. The gauntlet blast fired her into the air like a catapult. Vines broke up from the ground on the fourth count. They would have ensnared them both if not for the Captain’s quick thinking.

Captain Wham and Wallop crashed a few hundred feet up the block. The shock absorbers on her boots negated the drop, though her hair had fallen over her eyes during the jolt through the air, so that was annoying. She flipped her pink bangs back and brought the gauntlets back up into a boxing stance.

“Right, but if I stayed somewhere close, in London, you could still use me every now and again, right, no interference there.”

“We can talk about this later.”

She sighed.

“That always means no.”


Superior Armor: The Wallop Suit (8)

A rocket crashed before them and earth spewed into the sky. The sun was blotted into smog and smoke, and a constant barrage of war rained down on either side of the trench. The training room was set to World War I.

Cryo-boy and Goldrush knelt down in the grime of the trench. He was seventeen with ice blue hair, and she fifteen with a runner’s physique and the implied golden locks. Cryo-boy had the kind of face that seemed incomplete without a fist lodged in his chin.

“Wow, so, the world’s fastest girl alive,” he said, “that must be pretty fun.”

The girl blushed.

“Oh I don’t know about that. Ice powers are pretty cool.”

“Yeah, but can you vibrate?”

“What?”

“I said can you vibrate? You know,”

“I uh,”

A colossal humanoid robot slammed its iron foot down into their trench, shaking the earth with its step. It was faceless, with a frame like something out of a 1950’s sci-fi film, and had glowing green plasma blasters in both hands. Some liberties had been taken with the World War I setting. It opened its palm and aimed a plasma blaster towards the pair. Goldrush ran away in an instant, leaving a cloud of dust behind her. Cryoboy just stood, dumbfounded as the robot locked on.

A pink haired guardian jumped into the trench and tackled Cryoboy to the earth. The plasma blast exploded into her backplate. It wasn’t pleasant, but not lethal either. After the glow of plasmatic haze ruptured out and faded to mist, she grabbed a hold of Cryoboy with one hand and raised the other high above the ground.

“Hold on!”

She punched the earth and they flew up. Cryoboy could see the trench growing tinier as they soared higher and higher. Then they started coming down. Wallop landed hard in the no-mans-land, but the shocks in her boots performed reliably. She then curtly dropped Cryoboy to the dirt.

“I thought I told you to leave ‘er alone you damned lech.”


Standard Kinetic Absorption: Force Displacers (10)


Cryo-boy stood.

“Fuck you,” he said brushing the dirt from his now less then white uniform.

Goldrush sped back across the wasteland and tried to stop in front of Wallop and Cryo-boy. She still didn’t have the hang on quick stopping though; she slipped a few feet past them, and had to reach out with her hands to keep from falling.

“Whoa, whoa…Ok. Sorry about that.”

The titantic robot stepped out of the trench and stomped towards them. It was at least two stories tall, but thankfully incredibly slow. Other battles raged on in the background as the rest of Squad G faced off against similar mechanized monstrosities.

However Wallop was concerned only with the giant robot in front of them. However slow the hulking machine was, it would be on top of them soon.

“So anybody got a plan?” Goldrush asked.

“Yeah, I got one,” Wallop said, “Cryo-boy freezes his feet to the ground, then I wallop the eva’loving crap outta him.”

“What do I do?”

“You hit me as fast as you can and as many times as you can until I tell you to stop.”

They both stared at her but Wallop just stared back.

“I ain’t playin’ just do it!”

Cryboy sighed, then cloaked himself in ice armor and skated off to circle the robot, freezing its feet to the ground with layers of ice as it futilely swatted at him. Wallop stared at Goldrush who was trying to overcome her dislike of hitting people, even when they were literally asking for it.

“Are you sure?” she asked, “cuz if I punch you at top speed it could really hurt, and you know, kill you.”

“A: No it wouldn’t. And B: for the world’s fastest girl you sure do waste a lot of time. Just hit me already.”

Goldrush shrugged. You couldn’t see the windup to her first punch, just the beginning of the barrage as a blur of fists. Her punches sounded like heavy rain peppering Wallop’s armor.

Wallop was neither hurt, nor dead. The energy of each punch wasn’t much compared to the likes of Rhino or Man Mammoth, but there were a lot of them, one after another. And that energy didn’t hurt her, it just went somewhere else. Wallop glanced at a screen on the backside of her left gauntlet. The digital needle moved across a semicircular guage of various colors. It started out in the far left in a blue zone, but as Goldrush kept punching the needle steadily rose. It moved from the blue to the yellow, then from yellow into the orange, and then finally into the red.

“All right love, att’ll do. Now just stay back.”

Wallop dashed straight towards the robot. It was distractedly trying to rip its feet from an icy prison by the time she leaped towards its body.

“HERE COMES THE WALLOP!”

The wallop came. A normal wallop punch equals a grenade or perhaps a cannon in terms of force. This super-charged wallop punch was more like a bunker buster. The robot didn’t go flying; it split into shreds that went flying.

The noise echoed across the battlefield. Everyone in squad G turned their heads for just a second before getting back to battle. Goldrush laughed in awe. Cryoboy shrugged.

“Waste a time,” he said, “if I had completely frosted him he would have shattered like a ice swan at the first punch.”

Wallop had already landed. Oil and other robotic fluids covered her armor and stained a few parts of her pink hair black. She turned and flipped her bangs out of her eyes.

“Well I guess you shoulda done that, shouldn’t ya? Maybe if you spent less time ogling people who don’t want to be ogled you would have more time to fight and I wouldn’t have to show you up so much.”

“You’re just jealous nobody would ever ogle you,” he said.

Then he brushed past her, knocking shoulder as he passed. He mumbled something under his breath that he didn’t think she could hear.

A second gauntlet blast echoed across the battlefield. It was less powerful, but perhaps more righteous.

Superior Concussive Weapon: The Wallop Gauntlets (4)

Chevalier was the second person to attempt to take leadership of Squad Gulf’s team of teenage misfits. Wally Wolf, the Wanderer, was perhaps the best fit. He matched the team’s shadier aspects and was liked immediately. He smoked, he swore, he played dirty. The higher ups were concerned he might have been a bad influence.

Chevalier was quite the other sort. She wore shining scarlet power-armor from her nape to her shins. Every plate had been polished endlessly and fitted perfectly. Her hand rested at all times on her Claymore.

The training room had been turned off, and was now nothing more then a white room. Chevalier paced in front of Squad G as the recruits stood at attention. No one sneezed, no one moved, and a few kids felt uncomfortable blinking. Chevalier stopped at the head of the line.

“Cordelia could you please, step forward.”

There was silence. No one moved forward.

“Cordelia Hart!”

Wallop, somewhat bewildered, turned her head towards her bellowing leader.

“You talkin’ to me, love?”

“Yes I’m talking to you.”

Wallop stepped forward. Their was quite the contrast between Wallop’s grime coated armor and Chevalier’s unstained and impeccable power suit.

“Cordelia, could you please tell me the point of this training exercise?”

“To wallop on robots.”

“No,” Chevalier said with subtle anger, “the act to be done was to destroy robots. But the POINT was to force you to work as a team, by destroying robots. Cordelia can you tell me, was Jack a robot?”

“Who?”

“Cryo-boy.”

“Oh,” Wallop said eyes rolling, “ him. Yeah, my hand slipped.”

“It did not. You struck him with those, whatever they are, and you did it on purpose.”

Wallop sighed,

“Well he had it coming. He was muttering all kinds of inappropriate things at the speedy little blonde. I told him to knock it off a few times, and just then he made a comment about my backside, vis-à-vis it’s circumference, and the way I figure, he deserved a wallop for either of those things. That’s what the Captain would have done.”

Chevalier loomed over Wallop and glared into her eyes.

“You do not work for the Captain anymore.”

Wallop clenched her fists as tight as she could within the Wallop Gauntlets. She grit her teeth as she tried to hold her tongue.

“And frankly you should be grateful,” Chevalier said, “because with any luck you may actually learn some actual discipline now. While some of your teammates were taken off the street or out of prison, YOU are by far the greatest problem I have right now. You are an immature, ill-prepared, and insubordinate little girl.”

Wallop’s hands began to shake in anger, but she resisted every urge in her soul. Chevalier looked over her.

“You’re little more then a directionless brawler, and you have all the grace and manners of a street urchin. But by the end of this I will turn you into soldier and a woman. No matter how long it takes, you will be fixed. Even if I have to erase all the damage the ‘Captain’ did—”

A furious jab from the wallop gauntlet caught Chevalier in the breastplate. A loud boom erupted and the shockwave launched Chevalier back by a dozen feet.

Her teammates looked on in total silence. Chevalier was not an easy person to keep down. She snarled and stood up. With one hand she wiped her now scuffed power-armor. Wallop walked forward and spat on the floor.

“You can make fun of me, you can make fun of the way I talk, way I dress, you can call me whateva dirty name you want. But, you insult the captain, an’ I won’t bloody stand for it! I quit!”

She flung up double V’s with her gauntlets, then made for the exit.