Capn_Mystery

Outside the Telepad room of his Villaingroup...

"Whaddya mean I dont get a paycheck?!" Shrieked the short man in blue.

"You have too much debt, can't help in missions, and you boss us around..." Replied the Iron soldier.

Cap'n sighs. "Alright, NOW what? I hook you up with heists! Without me, you need to go around in alleys and pickpocket bums!" he slams a petite fist onto a column.

"We found a new guy that can, also. We wont need you anymore, Cap'n Mystery." Said the tinman, smirking under the helmet.

*BEEEEEEEERGH*

"Wha?! Heroes! We're being raided!" The soldier looks around. "Well, for now, you can help. After the raid, you're outta here."

Cap'n grunts in reply, fitting his jacket on.

It all happened like that. One moment he was standing there, arm in front of him, waiting. That is, until a forklift plowed through. It knocked him unconsious, but left him flying into a telepod marked for the Moon. He got up, the pod sealed. He pounded on the window. "GAH! Lemme out!" The technition got there, but it was too late. The pod was empty, and he was going to the moon.

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The base's main telepod opens, employees raising an eyebrow at that. The base has had some problems like that, pods opening and closing randomly. They were going to fix it, but they didnt get paid much anyway. One brave techie walked up to the opening, tapping the door with a pen. Nothing. He lets out a sigh of relief, turning around. What he didnt expect, was a short man in a blue suit to launch straight through the pod, knock him down and kick him in the face. "Wha? Hey! You aren't that Scrapper!" Cap'n says, looking down. He looks to the pod, burns on the inside from his energy blasts. "Eh, sorry about that..." A bunch of ominous stares follow him as he walks through. "What? Havent you seen a petite before? Sheesh..." He walks through a small arched doorway, unaware that on his right was a Fifth Column lackey talking on a radio. He tunrs right, hoping to find an exit. But, he keeps looking left at the numerous experiments that were being done. He then turns to face where he is walking, only to plow into a leg of the blabbering agent. "Ow!"

"*Blabbering in German*" Shrieks the agent.

Smirks under his scarf-mask. "I canoot unnerestan' hyoo!"
He was a wiz at ticking people off. But, he went a bit too far.
A kick to the face with studdeed boots occured, leaving him unconsious on the floor.

Cap'n slightly looks around, maybe being the only villain there. He always was a wiz at sneaking past Longbow, and probably wasnt doing much good just walking past everyone, probably almost invisble to many. "Ooooookay... Eh, right... Did I take a wrong turn or something?" He isn't very happy that he's one of the shortest people there, frowning under his scarf-like mask. "I hate Paragon city..." He says it quietly enough, hopefully not to be heard. He pulls out a few marbles rolling them around the table in front of him. "I should just go and ask about this whole thing. Then again, I'd just get sat on, or stepped on by some stupid person walkin' around..." He quickly shuffles to the Greeter. "Eh, excuse me?" He looks up. The faded blue hat is slightly covering his face, the scarf covering the lower part.

And the day to relax comes for our little, not-too-smart villain, Cap'n Mystery. "Fighting good guys is thirsty work!" He says to himself, walking down the street to 'Gal's Place' He spots a few Hellions, and decides to attack them. "DIIIIIIEEEE!" He shrieks, jumping in, a foot aimed at a gunner's head. The gunner simply reaches up, grabbing him by the foot and drops him. "You got my suit dirty! GAH!" He blasts away the gunner, the blue energy pounding on him with recoil. It's good to be enchanted. The Blood Brothers look dumbfoundedly at the short blue man, then flee as a wave of rippled energy streams towards them. After grabbing the loot, he continues on his way. "Wait... Where am I headed again? Oh... I'm here." He steps in, looking over the crowd from his short stance. (( Cap'n is almost as low as you can on the slider. Almost. )) He hefts himself on a seat, leaning on the bar, left to right, his sleek glasses reflecting light. He brushes off his blue suit, dust flying as he does so. He looks around for a menu, but sighs, seeing it's out of reach.