@JoshieWe stuck together after all was said and done. Why? How’d we keep in contact?"I am honestly not sure. I was a bit pessimistic of this idea at first, and I still am.
I was on my patrol, when the message about the attack spread. It took me by surprise. I never expected that something like this could possibly happen in the middle of a day. It was a rookie’s mistake. I reacted as quickly as I could, but by the time I reached the destination, the battle had already started.
Dragoon. I have never seen her in person, but her records were speaking for her. I frankly was scared - not of her, but what she represented. If somebody so powerful can turn rogue, then… It doesn’t matter. And besides, it’s not like she is going to roam the streets any time soon.
I wanted to lend a hand and provide some assistance, but I was too late to help. I only saw fire, and not the normal kind either. I could only watch the inevitable. I suppose you’ve already seen the whole fight at this point, so this part can be skipped as well.
It’s funny how you prepare for all kinds of emergencies, but when the chips are down, you panic like an ordinary human. I saw the charred body of - I’m not sure. I think she was with the Guardians. I helped with the relief work, too. It was in that moment I realized that the things would turn different. It was the starting point.
After the whole attack, when all things were said and done, everything went to hell. It in the news: a bunch of gifted youngsters managed to succeed where pro-hero failed. I usually don’t pay much attention to the mass media since most of it is rubbish, but that time, it was like watching a train wreck - you know how this ends, but can’t stop looking.
After the dust has finally settled, I had my hands full. Lodestar may be the prime hero and all, but the grunt work of finding people for her was my forte. It was easy to find - Luxurius and Faust had no need to be contacted in the first place, same story for Ursae Minoris (who now sported a blonde wig for some reason). Also, that alien girl. Yeah.
I am starting to get nostalgic when everything I did was beating up mobsters and thugs. So, there was the last person on the list. Swarm. Civilian identity unknown. And here, time to show my detective training finally came. I started collecting reports about her appearances - God bless Nucleus’ authority badges - trying to pinpoint her area of work. If my guess was correct, she was only a student with limited resources. In short, I had to find where her home possibly was.
I tried to meet her manually, too. It wasn’t easy. Between my regular patrols, outings with Nucleus and other things, meeting an elusive, bug-controlling vigilante wasn’t easy. I found a solution, though. A sign. A billboard, to be precise. I contacted city authorities and placed a gigantic billboard. It was stark white to an outsider, but I applied some of pheromones to the whole thing - only insects could understand this message, or someone capable of controlling them.
I organized this meeting and volunteered my personal hideout as the team’s base of operations. I had my agenda, though. Nucleus asked me to keep on an eye on the wildcard, Swarm. Since her actual motives were unknown, coupled with her secret identity, this altogether made my mentor suspicious. I was her spy of sorts inside the team. Also, the battle with Dragoon turned a few alarms in my brain: such tremendous power without proper control spelled nothing short of trouble.
I am not sure for the others’ reason to be on the team, but I have my responsibilities. And besides, this does count as social activity, right?"