The Tales of Sol 84B By Joe at3unit3@yahoo.com
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To those who've been reading Tales of Sol. I want you to know that there is sex in this story. That is not its sole purpose and yes I do hope the sex sense makes you all hard and gets you off.
Sol is an adaptation from my childhood favorite show Captain Planet and the Planeteers. The cartoon showed us that the world can be a better place if we take a few moments to care for it.
Tales of Sol is meant to express hope.
It also shows how music can have an impact in our lives. I don't know if my favorite bands 98 Degrees, Backstreet Boys, or Nsync have ever read this. They saw me through some of the hardest moments of my life and offered in their own way hope. To them, I say thank you.
I dedicate the Tales of Sol to all of my brothers and sisters of the US Armed Service past, present, and future.
I like to thank my friends whom I had the privilege of showing these chapters with. They helped with editing and inspiration,
John Rivera, Albert-Russ Alan Rivera-Odum, Derbe.D. Hunte Yvette Ortiz Samuel Diaz Jr for all their help in Making The Tales of Sol an enjoyable story to write.
And I have a few other names starting with the beginner of this universe.
James is the author of Tales of a Real Dark Knight. I still hope to reconnect with you dear friend and all the rest of this series.
Blake the author of Tales of a New Phoenix
Jeremi author of the Tales of Young Mutants
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The Tales of Sol 84B
Dino Might
Employing my powers of vanishing and reappearing, I moved with efficiency to collect the remnants of the Sentinels, methodically shepherding the debris scattered across Veteran Stadium. The components that had endured the least damage were whisked away to the Lair, where they could later be repurposed or dissected for a greater cause.
One particular pile--a disorderly collection of wires, circuit boards, and metal shavings--was a testament to the thorough entanglement of my vine transformation. While these parts had faced the full brunt of my power and were beyond salvage for their original function, they still held value and potential for alternative uses.
The remaining Sentinels, now resembling lifeless sculptures more than the formidable adversaries they once were, were carefully transformed into utilitarian benches. It was a simple, yet profound, act of turning instruments of destruction into objects of rest and community--repurposed assets for the public space of Veteran Stadium, which would undoubtedly benefit from such additions.
This act of reclamation was emblematic of my philosophy: embracing the cycle of destruction and rebirth, where every end could be manipulated into a fresh beginning. The remnants of chaos forged anew into tools of peace--a fitting metamorphosis that mirrored the Guardian's dual nature as both Sol and the protector of Earth.
Once we were securely in the sky, discretion guided my actions. The holographic cloaking provided by the Sea Dragon was formidable, but unnecessary power consumption was imprudent. Nonchalantly, I disabled the system, letting the helicopter fly unshielded, confident in my solitude amongst the clouds.
Approaching the Lair's vicinity, I reignited the hologrid, its cloaking field blending seamlessly with the sophisticated camouflage technologies of our hidden sanctuary. The Sea Dragon, now invisible to prying eyes, made its gentle descent onto the helipad.
As the helicopter's wheels kissed the cold concrete, a rumble signaled the retreat into the silo's protective embrace. The behemoth blades of the Sea Dragon bowed gracefully as they dipped below the threshold, the vast silo doors consuming us whole, severing the connection to the outside realm.
Within the silo, the lights adapted, their glow replacing the sun's rays, bathing the interior in their steady luminescence. The integration of advanced tech was more than just a practical matter; it was symbolic of my dual life--my part in the daylight world of humanity and my descent into the depths where I safeguarded them as Guardian, as Sol. Here, beneath the ground, my mission continued, buoyed by the success of my recent exploits and guided by the ever-present need to prepare for future encounters.
The descent of the lift ended with an unceremonious 'thud' that resonated throughout the silo, as the side door swung open to reveal the faces of Jake and Gregg. Gregg hung back, smirking from the doorway of the adjoining room, while Jake made his grand entrance onto the platform. His expression was filled with a level of mirth that easily rivaled the joy he exhibited when in Dana's embrace.
With a poke at the growing inventory of dismantled villainy we hoarded, Jake quipped, "So, what's the plan, chief? With the amount of Sentinel scraps we've collected, I'd say it's about time we consider Lair expansion--or maybe installing Lair #2?"
Before I could play along with his ribbing, I turned my attention to the practical concerns at hand. "BEATTI, you know the drill, initiates a scan on these components for any monitoring devices. We can't have any breadcrumbs leading back here."
The supercomputer acknowledges the command with an efficient, "At once, sir."
From the doorway, Gregg interjected, still chuckling at the day's incredible events. "Forget the pile of parts, Jake--the real spectacle was watching our Guardian turn prehistoric on us."
"Hey it was a test worth doing," I joined the laughter, bemused at the turn of events myself. "Well, I had to stretch my legs--or rather, my scales--a little."
Jake, brow raised, leaned against the console. "Wait a minute, you weren't sure if you could pull off the dino-transformation?"
"I wasn't sure I could change into vines" I clarified, my admission to Jake revealed a sobering truth about my burgeoning powers. "The versatility of these abilities still amazes me. There's a depth to them I've barely touched, a wealth of potential that even Captain Planet had few millennia to refine," I communicated with a reflective tone. "Had to test the waters sometime, or in this case, the Cretaceous?" I grinned, adding to the light-hearted banter.
Their laughter filled the silo, a chorus of camaraderie as much as amazement. The levity of the moment cloaked the gravity of the day's actions--a battle won, a spectacle delivered, and reaffirmation that the Guardian's abilities were as endlessly surprising as they were powerful.
After the laughter died down, Jake, always intrigued by the possibilities, leaned in. "What's next on the agenda, then?"
"Our immediate task is to sift through the remnants of those Sentinels. We need to identify any components we can repurpose for our current endeavors," I said as we approached the designated storage bay brimming with mechanical detritus from our recent battle.
Gregg, thoughtful amid the clutter, chimed in with curiosity. "What's brewing in your ingenious mind right now, Mike?"
"The focus is on refining the new combadges, making them a top priority. But stay alert for any parts that might have broader applications. Set them aside," I instructed, entrusting them with an eye for innovation amidst the wreckage.
Jake flashed an understanding smile as we waded into the Sentinel parts cache. "Got it, but don't linger too long, guys. There's a power plant that needs tending."
With a reassuring pat on Jake's shoulder, I expressed my appreciation for his patience and my intention to see him settled in a more permanent role. "Don't worry Jake, as soon as we have a position available you will be working at the Philadelphia Geothermal Power Plant," I assured him, recognizing both his contributions and his eagerness for independence. Jake actually looked relieved, "Thanks Mike I hate that I am freeloading off of you and Dana,"
Jake set to work, meticulously cataloging the parts we might harness, while Gregg and I made our way back to the subway. Together, we would rejoin the day's work at the Geothermal Plant, our project list ever extending but matched by the diligence and camaraderie that defined our team.
Dave's expression was one of barely concealed amusement as Gregg and I returned to the primary facility from the hidden walkway. "I just got a report that a dinosaur was spotted downtown fighting the Sentinels," he said. I shouldn't be surprised that the news of a dinosaur engaging in urban combat had been circulated with swift intrigue.
We had just approached the concealed door, symbolizing the interface between the outside world and our private sphere of influence, when Dave shared the sensational report. Gregg, in on the secret, played along, offering his surprise and speculation.
Once we were ensconced within the privacy of Dave's office, the door closed behind us, the facade dropped, and I addressed the 'dinosaur sighting' circulating in the media.
"The situation called for a bit more... muscle and nothing had more muscle strength than a dinosaur," I said, striving for nonchalance as a smirk tugged at my lips. "I've been waiting for the opportune moment to test the limits."
Dave's incredulity seemed to battle his amusement. "You decided to become a dinosaur?" he asked, still wrapping his head around the notion.
"It wasn't about being a dinosaur per se." I pondered the scope of my abilities. "With Captain Planet's full arsenal at my disposal, I'm discovering the boundaries of what's possible." The fascination of my newfound potential was tinged with the responsibility of wielding such profound power thoughtfully.
I shared with my mentor, "I'm aware that Captain Planet had the ability to transform into plants. He transferred his memories to me, sparking my curiosity about whether I possess the same capability."
"Considering the 'vine' work I accomplished in adeptly dealing with one of those robotic adversaries," I elaborated to my mentor, who appeared genuinely intrigued.
"Where do dinosaurs fit into this scenario?" Dave inquired, his curiosity piqued.
"It takes a giant to defeat a giant," I quipped before my tone shifted to a more serious note.
Driven by curiosity about my ability to transform into forms of life beyond plants, and constrained by time, I opted to take a bold leap. "I decided to push the limits and see if such transformation was within my reach," I explained.
"So if it fails, you lose nothing, but if it succeeds, you gain a new skill," Dave explained. "That's the gist of it. Plus, the thunder lizard was my childhood favorite dinosaur," I mentioned, my smile reflecting the fond memories.
"I was a huge fan of 'The Land Before Time'," I continued, reminiscing about the cherished film from my youth.
Dave found joy in uncovering aspects of my childhood, momentarily setting aside the discussion for more pressing matters. He was delighted that his young protégé was becoming comfortable enough to share such personal details, including his favorite childhood movie.
Reflecting on Mike's fondness and respect for the Brontosaurus, "I can't say I'm surprised," Dave chuckled with understanding.
Feeling it necessary to offer more insight, I clarified, "By dinosaur standards, the Brontosaurus was considered a gentle giant," I responded gently. My smile grew wider as I continued, "But it was much more than that. Our scientists are on the brink of making breakthroughs, but there remains an aspect of these magnificent creatures that humans may never fully grasp."
Dave reflected thoughtfully, "You are the only one, apart from Gaia, who has the potential to shed light on these matters and offer those dinosaurs the appreciation they deserve."
"I wish I could share everything, but this is a situation where my knowledge has to remain hidden. I'm aware of events from millions of years ago that, if disclosed, could lead to severe repercussions," I admitted, grappling with the weight of my unique understanding.
Dave wasn't taken aback by Mike's profound understanding of the earth; rather, he was astonished to learn there were even deeper layers to the dinosaur narrative that would remain forever unexplored.
However, he chose to comment, "I'm not disputing your fascination with the Brontosaurus, Mike; it simply aligns so well with who you are," Dave expressed in an almost paternal tone.
Then in a hopeful yet said in jest, "Maybe the Friends of Humanity will think twice if they know the city is guarded by Brontosaurus," Dave joked.
"If only wishes were horses, Dave," I sighed, and as he realized where I was going, he collapsed back into his chair.
I moved towards the office window, but the view of the meadow offered scant solace. I found myself wishing that my ability to transform into a dinosaur would be as effective against the hate group FOH as it had been against their mechanical enforcers. Machines were simple to defeat; the human heart, however, proved far more challenging. "Alas, even the formidable strength of ancient creatures like the thunder lizard isn't enough to alter the deep-seated hate those bigots harbor," I sighed deeply.
Rising from his chair, Dave acknowledged the sentiment with a note of somber agreement. "Sadly, that is true, but it represents a start," he said as he stood up and placed his hand on my shoulders reassuringly.
"This experience has only reinforced my belief that I must go back to New York and rejoin the X-Men," I felt compelled to share, sensing the weight of my responsibility.
Hearing my intentions, my mentor couldn't hide his reaction, remarking, "But, Mike, you already impressed me before Hawaii. However, I'm aware that during your time in Hawaii, you confronted two volcanoes and rescued two ships. Moreover, with help from that whale, you saved a young boy from drowning. It's clear to me you're performing remarkably well independently."
"In each of those instances, other than the rescue of the little boy, I needed to depend on Sol. He was the only one equipped to tackle those emergencies, and transforming into Guardian was not within my immediate control--except for that critical moment when I had to do it to protect the Backstreet Boys and Rob Thomas as our hotel crumbled around us," I elaborated.
"I've also come to a recent realization: I am highly susceptible to intense manifestations of hatred, which renders confronting adversaries like Clark particularly perilous," I further disclosed to Dave, sharing the complexities of my challenges.
"Perhaps Professor Xavier can assist you with this; emotions such as hatred can be considered a form of psychic assault, and he could potentially help you develop defenses against such attacks," Dave proposed thoughtfully.
"It's definitely worth looking into; more crucially, there are aspects of my powers that remain untouched, and now there's even more for me to discover," I concurred. "My experiments with morphing into vines and the Brontosaurus were born out of necessity. What more am I capable of? Only with the X-Men can I fully unravel the mysteries that lie beneath the surface of this iceberg," I reflected, acknowledging the depth and potential of my untapped abilities.
Understanding the direction of my thoughts, Dave felt a sense of pride in hearing me acknowledge the need for assistance. "We'll reach out to Xavier at the earliest opportunity," Dave stated, showing his support as he guided me out of his office for a tour of the Geothermal Plant. He pointed out the specific location where my turbine design would be implemented as soon as it was completed.
Post-tour, I encountered Gregg and we decided to have lunch together. During our meal, we exchanged stories about his experience here, and he also showed interest in Brian, asking about how he was doing.
After a long day at the Philadelphia Geothermal Plant, I was finally free to leave. My initial stop was at Upper Darby City Hall, where I officially applied for the fence permit that had been approved by the council.
Upon returning home, I was welcomed by the Backstreet Boys lounging in my living room, each wearing the kind of smile that radiated joy and a hint of mischief.
"I take it you saw?" I couldn't help but chuckle, intrigued by their evident excitement.
"What a fantastic way to give those cretins a taste of their own medicine!" AJ couldn't contain his enthusiasm, clearly overjoyed by the day's events.
"It's not every day you see a dinosaur walking down the street," Howie added, smirking with a gleam of pride in his eyes that reflected the uniqueness of the situation.
"As I mentioned to Dave, it took quite a bit of strength, and the dinosaurs were among the strongest," I shared, explaining the rationale behind my unique approach.
"I'm still amazed that you could turn tables into titanium, but now discovering you can morph into other animals is mind-blowing," Howie expressed, still processing the extent of my capabilities.
"You all missed the show before that," I snorted, somewhat amused by their reaction.
At Kevin's prompting, I recounted how I utilized melted snow to create ice, causing one Sentinel to lose its footing, slip, and fall. I then detailed how I transformed into vines to ensnare another robo reject completely, effectively capping off what could only be described as the Sentinel's extreme makeover.
"Those Sentinels stood no chance against you, Mike," Nick chuckled, clearly entertained by the recount. He then shared, "They also double as great benches. I sat on one before we left the stadium and, surprisingly, they were actually very comfortable."
I snickered, "I am glad those Sentinels are actually good for something,"
"Those oversized windup toys were never a match for you to begin with," AJ boasted proudly, affirming his confidence in my abilities.
"Were the dinosaur and vines the only forms you could take?" Kevin inquired, curious about the range of my transformative powers.
"No, I am confident that I can assume the form of most living lifeforms, and today was more of a test than anything else," I corrected my earlier statement, emphasizing the experimental nature of my actions and the breadth of my capabilities. "I didn't exactly have time to experiment so I went full out," I said.
"It was definitely a successful test, love," Brian said, leaning in to kiss me. This affectionate gesture promptly incited a wave of catcalls and whistles from the Peanut Gallery, filling the room with a lively atmosphere.
Seeking to steer the conversation in a different direction, I asked, "Are you planning on staying the night? Or do you have to return to your hotel?"
"Well, we have the concert tonight, but if we can convince Tony, and, of course, if you don't mind, we'd love to come back here," Kevin responded, hinting at the possibility of spending more time together after their performance.
"I will never turn you guys away," I vowed earnestly, wanting them to feel as welcome as possible.
I then reiterated with a smile, "You guys practically live here now, and I want you to always feel comfortable walking around in your underwear if that's what makes you feel at home."
AJ quickly retorted, "Yes, I know you get a huge thrill seeing us walking around naked."
"What can I say," I giggled, playing along with their banter.
Their laughter filled the room, a heartening sound. It was important for them to have at least one place in Philly where they felt completely safe to be themselves, and I was glad to provide that sanctuary.
Bringing the conversation back to their imminent performance, I asked, "When do you guys have to leave?"
Howie glanced at the clock and then down at his phone, "We have to leave in four hours," he answered.
"Since it seems we probably don't have enough time for me to whip up dinner, how about I order some pizza instead?" I suggested, hoping to offer a practical solution.
The idea was met with enthusiastic approval from the group, and I quickly took their orders before placing them.
Kevin offered to accompany me to pick up the pizzas, presenting a perfect opportunity for us to spend some quality time together. As my cousin, his company was something I always cherished.
As we set off, I turned to Kevin, with a sense of warmth and sincerity in my voice, "Kev, my home is your home," reinforcing the deep bonds of family and welcome I felt towards him.
Kevin absorbed my sentiment deeply, "We know, Mike, but we also need to spend some time at the hotel, not only to keep our little sanctuary here under wraps. More practically, we can't always be here."
Understanding his perspective, I nonetheless highlighted the security of my home. "My home is 100 times more secure than those hotels," I noted. Then, with a hint of anticipation, I added, "It's about to get even more secure." I shared with Kevin about the application and approval for fencing installation around my front lawn, emphasizing the additional safety and security it would offer them during their stays.
Kevin was momentarily taken aback by the thoughtfulness of my actions, especially knowing I had undertaken these steps largely for their benefit. "Mike, we love you so much, and for you to do something like this is nothing short of wonderful," he expressed, pulling me into a heartfelt hug. His response underscored the deep appreciation and bond we shared, reinforcing the familial ties that connected us beyond just being relatives.
Muffled against his shoulder, I affirmed, "I want you all to feel welcomed and to stay as long as you like. And, joking aside from AJ, you guys are more than welcome to walk around naked in my home."
Kevin, with a hint of playful accusation, responded, "And knowing you, probably secretly ogling our bodies," he winked.
Firm in my loyalty, I reminded him, "I only have eyes for your cousin."
Kevin, not missing a beat, smirked, "Yes, sure, after the fun you, Brian, Nick, and Rob had."
I was quick to clarify, keen on dismissing any misconception, "There is fun and then there is love, and the two are very different. I love Brian with all my heart." My words underscored the depth of my commitment, distinguishing the playful closeness, among friends from the profound affection and dedication I held for Brian.
Kevin responded with understanding and a hint of affection, "I know, Mike. Brian found himself a good man."
Our conversation paused as we entered the pizza parlor. I quickly settled the bill for our order, and then we made our way back home, carrying the warmth of shared food and companionship.
Once we returned and stepped into my house, away from the potential listening ears of others, Kevin expressed his protective sentiment. "Brian better treats you right, Mike," said my cousin, his tone carrying the weight of familial concern and the unwavering support that comes from someone who genuinely cares.
The guys attacked the pizza in the same way that I did after returning from an eight-month tour. Transformers the Movie was chosen by both Nick and AJ from my collection. Brian and I were on the couch, arms wrapped around each other. "I hate to say this, guys, but we really have to leave; we have our concert in a few hours," Kevin said after the movie was over. The entire band groaned as they stood up; to save time, they all took a shower here, and luckily, they all had spare clothes.
While the band was preparing for their performance, taking showers, and getting into their spare clothes, I seized the moment of solitude to consult another figure about my recent extraordinary action in dino form. I reached out with a question that had been weighing on my mind, "Gaia, I really hope that was legal?"
The Spirit of the Earth manifested in the sky, radiating a sense of pride over my innovative application of my powers. "While it was an unusual use of your powers, it was perfectly legal," Gaia began, her presence then materializing in front of me, indicating the gravity of her next words. "But I must warn you," she said, preparing to offer a piece of advice or maybe a caution.
Gaia provided a crucial piece of guidance, emphasizing the boundaries of my abilities. "As with everything, there are limits to what you can become, and the longer you stay in that form, the more it may drain you or potentially cause you to remain in that form," she cautioned, highlighting the importance of being mindful of the duration of my transformations.
"So, if you continue to make that face, it will stick," I jokingly paraphrased, trying to lighten the mood with a nod to an old adage.
Gaia acknowledged my attempt at humor with a nod, affirming the seriousness of her warning, "Yes, that is exactly the idea."
However, she concluded with a note of encouragement, "Yet, I am very proud of you," Gaia expressed, offering reassurance and pride in my actions and the responsible use of my powers, despite the inherent risks involved.
"Besides, it was fun," I remarked lightheartedly as Gaia disappeared, her presence returning to Hope Island.
Brian, having waited for the conversation to conclude, was quick to check in, "Is everything clear?"
"It is, babe," I confirmed, reassuring him that all was well with a smile.
Curious about their day, I shifted the topic towards their preparation, "How was practice?"
"We were doing just fine until someone and their Jurassic Park remake interrupted us," Brian responded, his words laced with mock annoyance. His playful jab hinted at the extraordinary event of the day, highlighting the memorable disruption with a light-hearted tone.
"Perhaps next time I'll just let those overgrown toy soldiers have their way," I playfully suggested, weaving in a hint of sarcasm.
"No way, it was too much fun watching you make mincemeat out of them," Brian chuckled, his laughter indicating his enjoyment of my earlier heroics.
"And turn them into trash cans where they can help keep Philadelphia clean," I added, joining in the laughter. Our conversation was filled with light-hearted banter, reflecting our ability to find humor and joy in the midst of unusual situations.
"Well, we have to get ready, they are waiting for me to get in the shower," Brian sighed, signaling the end of our playful exchange as the weight of the evening's responsibilities began to set in.
Together, we headed towards the showers, understanding the importance of the moment. There was no time for further play; Brian needed to conserve his energy for the performance ahead. Recognizing the significance of his upcoming concert, I knew I had to support him fully. Any distraction or energy drain could potentially impact his performance tonight, and I wanted to be a supportive partner, not a hindrance. Ensuring he was at his best was my priority, a small but meaningful way to contribute to his success.
BEATTI, the reliable source of coordination and timing, informed us that Frank was waiting outside once they were all dressed and ready. I watched from the doorway as they drove away, a brief wave of disappointment washing over me at their departure.
However, that feeling was short-lived as it dawned on me that I, too, was attending the very same concert. Energized by this realization, I practically flew down the hidden stairway to where the L-6000 was waiting. I darted inside, and my access to the high-speed line expedited my return to the Lair. It was there that I quickly gathered Jake, Dana, and Galen, rallying them with an infectious excitement for the night ahead. Together, we were set to join the crowd and experience the music and energy of the concert, a shared adventure that promised to be memorable for us all.
The Agent, blending into the surroundings, sat quietly in a car, feigning the enthusiasm of a concertgoer, all while keenly awaiting the target's arrival. Removing his hat and scratching his red hair the Agency was well-informed of the target's expected presence at the event, given the Guardian's notable affinity for the Backstreet Boys, a detail that had made tracking the so-called hero considerably easier. The target had a history of shielding the group from various threats, making their concerts an anticipated checkpoint.
Recently, Agent Hernandez had submitted a report on the hero's purported transformations -- claims that the Agent found somewhat exaggerated. However, the Director had issued explicit orders: maintain a safe distance and observe. The objective was clear, allowing no room for personal skepticism.
As the limousine carrying the Backstreet Boys made its grand entrance at Veteran's Stadium, the Agent discreetly confirmed the commencement of their surveillance. "This is Agent Baxter, Operation Boy Bands is in full swing, and I will report on everything I see," the message was succinctly relayed to the Agency, marking the beginning of an observation mission that could potentially unravel more than just the whereabouts and actions of a single hero amidst the vibrant backdrop of a pop concert.
To be continued
With the newfound ability to change his form, what other boundaries can Mike cross as he learns to use the powers the late Captain Planet bestowed on him? How will they play out in the future and how will our hero keep from being tempted to use them for his own selfish desires? Even more, how will they affect his inevitable encounter with Hades, and how Howie D fits into the picture? Just as troubling is the unknown forces who are also using the Backstreet Boys against Guardian.
How do they fit in this story and the ultimate reasons behind their surveillance of the hero?
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