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New Tropical Heroes
Leo the Patriotic Lion: (narrating) Leo the Patriotic Lion here again. Although we begin the latest highlights of my first Presidential term with more tragedy, that's not really the focus here. The focus is the fact the Commander (Super C) found new recruits, helping the G-52 organization to truly be a global force for good, just like the U.S. Navy. After all, the whole world needs heroes to defend it, be it in the form of superheroes, the military, or whatever.
However, we'll save the surprise for the proper time. Right now, cue the tragedy; it meant we abruptly had to leave Japan when this interrupted our visit there, which we highlighted previously, because that was Japan's Hanami season.
Ryo the Samurai Lion: (narrating) Hanami is one of my favorite seasons. Yet this does to go to show that no matter the occasion is, a G-52 always puts duty before pleasure. This is why we pick up in the middle of the conversation.
Leo: (narrating) I'll give you one guess as to what the tragedy was; can you figure it out? You guessed it. Soccer riots. The one topic the world disobeyed me on from my bellowing days; we know now CNG was helping encourage the humans to do that so it could have an excuse to kill them all off. That's why it was the one topic they disobeyed me on. Yet after the killing of all those Argentines and Turks (although they came back to life later on), the rioting stopped, and we were tempted to think we had it conquered. Well, no; we hadn't conquered it. It will have to go away on its own, but the world governments were fighting back.
What I can't remember is when the riot happened, but my guess is that the game was over and the Italian side beat the German team that was visiting. The players behaved themselves, however; the fans were the problem.
*Taito, Tokyo, Japan*
Chuong: Tortilla chips... Wait... In America, they have blue and red ones, too.
Marshall: Blue corn is a thing.
Mechayote: *His communicator beeps.* A soccer riot in Naples, Italy?
Chuong: You mean the pizza capital of Earth is having a soccer riot?
Mechayote: That's what it says, and Leonardo and Luitpold better keep their cools on this one.
Chuong: If Leonardo forgot to pray, per his Catholic religious faith, he better mention that to his priest in his next confessional appointment. Of course, with cultural vices like this, the issues on this will be resolved between the offender and whoever they see, which in this case, it could be Leonardo and his priest if he forgot to pray in the morning. Just to make sure, forgetting to pray while following certain religious beliefs due to a national constitution supporting a religion or cultural expectation is not worthy of demerits since this is an issues between the offender and their country.
Mechayote: Correct. Demerits are only issued to universal offenses, such as losing one's cool, expressing inappropriate comments at the wrong time, generally whatever breaks the G-52 Code of Conduct. Forgetting to pray is not in the Code of Conduct due to religious diversity on Earth along with diversity of personal beliefs.
*Naples, Campania, Italy*
*Soccer hooligans break out between the home team and the German rival team as riot police are dispatched. SWAT vans with active denial system non-lethal laser weaponry emit lasers at the hooligans to inflict pain without injury to force them to disperse and stop. Yet, the hooligans continue to hurl various debris at each other and at the police as innocent German tourists flee for their lives.*
Italian Hooligan 1: *In Italian as he hurls a folding chair.* Glory to Naples! We smashed the Germans! Frankfurt is only good at making wursts!
Italian Hooligan 2: *In Italian* Go home; you loud barbaric Germans!
German Hooligan 1: *In German as he hurls a beer glass.* I just want some beer and pizza at the bar, but you keep harassing us!
German Hooligan 2: *In German* You destroyed my charter bus, you jerk! *Hurls a beer bottle.*
German Hooligan 3: *In German* You want a piece of this? *Hurls a table at the Italian hooligans.*
Italian Hooligan 3: *In Italian as he screams like an ape while waving the banner of his team.* We won! We won! Glory to Italy in football! We will reclaim our greatness from the Germans in football!
Civilian 1: *In Italian as he defends himself with a rolling pin.* Stop trashing my precious city! Pizza was supposed to bring us together, but you ultras ruin the atmosphere!
Civilian 2: *In Italian* How is this happening? Could it be with some Argentine immigrants?
Civilian 3: *In Italian* Don't look at me! They started this! After all, the Vandals came from Germany!
Civilian 4: *In Italian on his G-52 app.* Oh, Leonardo, please bring the Italian G-52s here and put an end to the ultras! We might need help from the foreign G-52s, too, since this is getting really bad!
Civilian 5: *In Italian* I'm getting out of here! I'm moving to the United States; it's the one nation that never tolerates this! Why? They don't play football (soccer)! They play a different football!
Italian Hooligan 4: *In Italian as he throws some improvised explosives at a German charter bus.* Go home, Germans! You filthy Vandals, just like your ancestors who brought down the Roman Empire!
German Hooligan 4: *In German* That does it! I've had it with these Italian schmucks destroying our charter buses! All I wanted to do was cheer for my team with my fellow fans and have beer and pizza in the pizza capital of Earth and this is how we get treated?! Everybody! Assembles! *He picks up a hard filone bread and starts hitting the Italian hooligans with it.* Have some bread!
Italian Hooligan 5: *In Italian as he gets hit in the face by the filone.* Ouch! I forgot how filones can be weapons!
German Hooligan 5: *In German as he picks up a table to improve it as a barrier.* Stay behind this one!
Italian Hooligan 6: *In Italian as he hurls a dried sausage.* Take this!
German Hooligan 6: *In German as the dried sausage hits his face.* Ow! I just got hit by some dried salami I think!
Police 1: *In Italian* Our city is up in flames!
Police 2: *In Italian* Get the innocent foreigners out first!
Police 3: *In Italian* On it!
German Tourist 1: *In German as he quickly escapes.* Just get me to the plane! I don't want to die here!
German Tourist 2: *In German* I never expected this to happen!
German Hooligan 7: *In German* Grab the champagne bottles!
German Hooligan 8: *In German as he shakes a champagne bottle towards the Italian hooligans.* This is genius! *He pops the cork at the hooligans and knocks one of them down on the head.* Headshot!
Italian Hooligan 7: *In Italian* Oh, now; you've done it! Get the champagne artillery!
*The Italian hooligans armed with champagne bottles shake them at the German hooligans to pop the corks at their heads knocking them down. The flames continue to spread throughout Naples despite firefighters doing their best to control them.*
Police 4: *In Italian as he protects himself with his riot shield.* I never thought I'd see this happen here!
*Some of the Italian hooligans charge in with filones as some of the German hooligans also defend themselves with filones before the hooligans attack each other with the hard dried long breads.*
Police 5: *In Italian* Great; now I have to watch ultras beat each other down with filones.
Italian Hooligan 8: *In Italian* Have some pizza dough! *Throws a large flat disc of raw pizza dough into the air like a frisbee before it lands on the German hooligans as they try to get them off.*
German Hooligan 8: *In German as he gets the pizza dough off his face.* They're throwing pizza dough, too!
*Several more Italian hooligans throw pizza dough into the air at the German hooligans from all directions.*
Police 6: *In Italian* Stop wasting food like this!
Italian Hooligan 9: *In Italian as he uses a pair of dried sausages like nunchaku on the German hooligans.* Our team won! Go home! You lost!
German Hooligan 9: *In German as he gets hit by the sausages.* Ow; ow! You Italians are crazy! *He hits back with his filone.* Take this!
German Hooligan 10: *In German* Italians in Naples are the worst! Very conceited people!
C.I.D.F. Soldier 1: *In Italian* Okay; this is getting out of control. We will need additional help!
C.I.D.F. Soldier 2: *In English to Super C on his communicator.* We got hooliganism, rioting, mixed with food fights here in Naples! We need additional reinforcements!
C.I.D.F. Soldier 3: *In Italian as he dodges a champagne cork.* Whoa! They're using champagne bottles as ranged weapons!
Civilian 5: *In Italian* Oh how can this barbaric event happen here in beautiful Naples?! Who are these German barbarians who put their pride for their team before enjoying our Italian hospitality?
Civilian 6: *In Italian* Well, they descended from the Vandals. They don't care about pizza when they're you know, vandalizing and acting up like this. *He hits a German hooligan with a rolling pin.* Back off!
Civilian 7: *In Italian* So glad I'm moving out of this city to a town with my family!
*Taiko, Tokyo, Japan*
Leo: I hate to abruptly leave you like this.
Ryo: I'm not bothered by it; I'm thankful you got to come and see us. Good luck calming the riots.
*Ryo waves goodbye as Cripto provides portals, and we jump through.*
*Italy*
*We arrive. The Italian government rules that until further notice, it will have ALL sporting events, not just soccer games, behind closed doors because of this.*
Super C: I think you'd better find Leonardo to see how he's doing. I can't have you bellowing at them, either.
Leo: Yes, sir!
*Leo and Tom look for Leonardo, who turns out to be dealing with German hooligans attacking him.*
Leonardo: Ouch! Have you learned nothing?
Tom: Are you feeling all right?
Leonardo: No; apparently, they didn't learn their lesson about Argentina and Turkey. The dark supernatural forces are probably wishing CNG was still around so that it would kill all these people.
*Cripto gets Lotto Lion and Quiz King, who have identical powers to him, to help him trap the hooligans in electric bubbles. If they try to pop the bubbles, they get an electric shock. Doughty Dog and D.W. take charge of evacuating the hooligans, while Leo and Tom get the hooligans away from Leonardo. All the hooligans are eventually pushed into recall pods and sent to prison.*
Tom: No, don't fight it! You're going in!
Leo: You're not doing a thing to my Italian counterpart!
*Germany*
*Luitpold speaks to his people.*
Luitpold: *in German* I told you people time and time again that this is not how you behave. It is just a sport; it is not a religion, for crying out loud. Have these people learned nothing from the people of Argentina? If you take it that seriously, then you don't have a life, so get a life!
Civilian 1: *in German* You're that angry, aren't you?
Luitpold: *in German* I am, but I cannot let it show on the outside.
*Naples, Campania, Italy*
Police 1: *In Italian* Finally, it's over, but cleanup is going to be a pain!
Silent Cat: *In Italian* Filone and champagne bottle corks as weapons? Come on! I know Naples isn't always the classiest part of Italy but I expected so much better! Now I can't tell if I'm in Naples in Italy or Buenos Aires in Argentina after their Superclásico. *To Leonardo in Italian.* Are you all right? Did you forget to pray this morning?
Mad Marcher: *In Italian after his communicator beeps.* Good job! UEFA just suspended international matches until further notice and all the European countries have ordered all their sporting events to be played behind closed doors.
Civilian 1: *In Italian* Oh, Leonardo! I'm so sorry our fans acted up!
Civilian 2: *In Italian* I know we didn't allow Argentine immigrants to bring their hooliganism with them here. We wanted to give them a chance at a new life in their ancestral homeland among us because they're just like us. This is a privilege!
*Frankfurt, Hesse, Germany*
Warlord Wolf: *In German* Just because they destroyed your charter busses gives you no right to retaliate the way you did. Now you have to pay for the damages you caused in Naples. On top of that, you will never be allowed in Italy again.
Civilian 2: *In German* Guys, it's just sports.
Hooligan 1: *In German* They popped champagne corks at our heads and knocked some of us out! They acted like complete animals!
Hooligan 2: *In German* And some of them were using salami as nunchaku on us! I just wanted some beer and pizza but they keep shouting into our ears of how much we suck in football!
Hooligan 3: *In German* I nearly fell and broke my knee when they rolled a wheel of parmesan cheese at me!
Hooligan 4: *In German* Luitpold! They destroyed our charter busses in Naples! We paid good money together for them!
*Naples, Italy*
*By now, all the hooligans are in prison.*
Leonardo: *in Italian* No; I remembered to pray. I think I just got caught up in all the melodrama; I now pray the Lord will forgive me for that. But He did say there would be good days and bad days; ultimately it is He who is in control, and not me like the world thinks. I wouldn't be surprised if these people are the Argentine immigrants or if they are descendants who weren't taught properly.
Civilian 2: *in Italian* Hard to tell.
Mad Marcher: *in Italian* Just remember, Super C said he doesn't want anybody mentioning anything about CNG, although it is dead now. When your Mexican counterpart said something about how it would have killed them all for their behaviors, they fled, and tourism all over the world dropped to absolute zero. Nobody even left their hometowns.
Leonardo: *in Italian* I haven't forgotten.
*Germany*
Luitpold: *in German* Knowing how moronic everybody has gotten over the sport of association football, this is all I could have expected. Parts of it may be their fault, but it was your fault also for getting involved. *to Warlord Wolf* Get them out of my sight! I cannot look at these idiots!
*He walks back into the Chancellor's offices and shuts the door.*
Luitpold: *to himself in English* Morons! Even the Americans act better than this. Well, then again, soccer isn't their forte. The game they call baseball is their forte, and so it should be.
*Naples, Campania, Italy*
Silent Cat: *In Italian to Leonardo.* Second question; did you pray for these Germans and their team, Eintracht Frankfurt, before their match with S.S.C. Napoli?
*The Italian government is debating whether or not to restrict immigration from Argentina to married couples and families only to filter out hooligans.*
*Frankfurt, Hesse, Germany*
*Warlord Wolf helps the police lead the hooligans to jail.*
*Argentina*
Civilian 1: *In Spanish* Good job to our immigrants to Italy who decided it would be totally cool to ruin our reputation by bringing their hooliganism with them there.
Civilian 2: *In Spanish* Yeah I am so moving to America, even if they don't care for soccer.
*Naples, Italy*
Leonardo: *in Italian* I did indeed. Now I must pray for forgiveness for myself for getting caught up in the chaos, even though all I was trying to do was help the police get it under control. I also must pray for forgiveness for the people. Let me do that now, please.
*He kneels down and does so. Everybody bows their heads silently and waits for him to finish.*
*Germany*
*Luitpold puts his head down on his desk.*
Luitpold: *in English to himself* Ugh; this is giving me a headache. Then again, nobody ever said being Chancellor was going to be easy.
*He says a prayer for forgiveness for everybody, since he is a believer.*
*Argentina*
Civilian 3: *in Spanish* I'm with you. I hope Leocadio understands.
Civilian 4: *in Spanish* I think he does. Even he said the one nation that gets it absolutely right is the United States, and he'd move there if given the choice. But he's not. Argentina needs him more than ever.
Civilian 5: *in Spanish* Don't let Leocadio abandon us. He's the best thing that has ever happened to Argentina.
Leo: (narrating) Okay; so that one's out of the way now. Now we come to the real focus of this journal entry: the new recruits that joined the G-52s. Please bear in mind that each of my parallels is an actual G-52, not just an ally, and so the latest of mine to be discovered is a G-52. I think his temperment is the exact opposite of mine.
Anyways, time to introduce him. Drum roll, please...
*Later, a cruise ship from The Bahamas arrives to Florida. Among the arriving passengers is Lucio the Tropical Lion, Leo's Bahamian parallel, who is typically dressed in his blue Aloha shirt with some black and gold designs and shorts, but also pads (goes barefoot) a lot. The American crowds wildly cheer for Lucio's arrival as they wave both the American and Bahamian national flags.*
*Miami, Florida, USA*
Lucio: I hope you had a wonderful Spring Break!
Civilian 1: He looks too chill to be Leo's parallel.
Civilian 2: He is Leo's Bahamian parallel.
Lucio: I'm pretty sure I proudly represent my country in the best way possible.
Civilian 1: One thing for sure is that Outrageous Otter is going to have some stiff competition from you since you're a surfer.
Lucio: But we come from different worlds.
Civilian 3: Oh my gosh! It's another parallel of Leo! I love this one!
Civilian 4: Finally something different and enjoyable!
Mechayote: Hey, Leo! It's your parallel from The Bahamas!
Zax: Super chill guy, too!
*Everybody poses with Lucio as others takes pictures.*
Juno: Uh, oh; Outrageous Otter. Looks like someone is stealing your thunder here.
Mechayote: The same way Leo stole Cripto's thunder? Hah! I love this guy already! Let's meet him!
*Leo and his administration meets Lucio.*
Zax: Hmm... I wonder if George drew Lucio. He does look like he represents The Bahamas well. Surfer, cool, fun, sounds about right.
Leo: *to Zax* I wouldn't be surprised.
Outrageous Otter: *to Juno* Hey; more power to you.
Leo: *to Lucio* How do you do? I'm your American counterpart. And you know the other lions, I'm sure.
*Leno the Pannist Lion is present.*
Leno: Nice to see a fellow Caribbean counterpart.
Lucio: Doing great but you forgot one more Carribbean counterpart. He's got quite the personality and his biggest foreign fans are in Tampa Bay.
*Lennie the Buccaneer Lion is also present.*
Lennie: That makes three of us from the Caribbean!
*The crowd cheers even more wildly.*
Zax: The pannist, surfer, and a pirate! What an interesting combination from the Carribbean!
Lucio: We're rich in culture and history. There's a reason why we get a lot of tourists, especially you Americans.
Mechayote: Tampa Bay Buccaneers. I get it now.
Marshall: Like Leki, you also seem to be extremely different from Leo, because you seem very calm to the point that it would take enormous efforts to rile you up. Then again, like Bhutan, you basically have nothing to worry about in The Bahamas.
Lucio: Yes and no, but even with that, there's absolutely no reason to lose your cool at all no matter how high the waves can get.
Zax: I wonder if CNG melts if I mention your name or if you are near it.
Lucio: We don't talk about that since big boss here (Super C) doesn't want any of us to hear it, nor speak of it. Besides, you don't have anything to worry about.
Frank: Wait, how do you put up with our capital's depressing weather patterns since you're more of the sunshine summer type, even though you're the Bahamian ambassador here? D.C. is infamous for cloudy and rainy weather.
Lucio: Easy! We bring summer indoors in my embassy by using tropical decor where it's necessary and during summer time, my embassy staff wears aloha shirts, shorts, and sandals, although I like to do things on my bare feet. A little change in dress code helps make embassy work fun.
Zachary: You're very forward-thinking. The Bahamas was right to appoint you as their ambassador here.
Lucio: So is Leo himself! Thanks to his Manifest Destiny 2.0 plans, Florida is looking more vibrant than ever! This state is my gateway to this great country and everybody across Florida goes wild when they see me.
Leo: Of course; how silly of me. Sorry, Lennie.
Lennie: No harm done, though.
Super C: *to Zax* CNG is dead, remember? But to answer your question, it would melt regardless of whose name was said. I don't have to tell you whose name was said the most. (narrating) Did you guess that it was Lennart? You're smart; that's who it was.
Zax: And it's surely not Leo's name. Let's just say, this parallel comes from the frozen north whose country is among the most innovative in this world and is home to a globally popular but very quirky furniture store.
Lucio: I unfortunately know who you're talking about.
Marshall: Let's stop it right there then. So Lucio, you come off as someone who drums a lot.
Lucio: I sure do love drumming! I'm both a professional musician and surfer. We have special parades known as junkanoo, and it's very colourful there.
Mechayote: And of course, it must always involve music, especially drumming.
Lucio: You got it!
Leo: Junkanoo? I don't believe I ever heard of that.
Doughty Dog: Is that a bit like Carnival?
Lucio: Similar, but it's usually at least a biannual celebration in my country. On our Independence Day, Boxing Day, and New Years Day, we have junkanoo parades. It's also a competition between the parades to see who's the best-dressed and most colourful as well.
Zax: So a beauty contest between the parades.
Lucio: You could say that.
Juno: Forsythian-Bahamians seem to up the junkanoo competition with a variety of their junkanoo uniforms then.
Lucio: It does gets extremely competitive like that.
Gatling Gator: Back in the state of Louisiana, we celebrate Mardi Gras, which is basically Carnival.
Leo: And we went to Mardi Gras this year.
Doughty Dog: We did.
Super C: (narrating) Lucio is the first of two new G-52s I inducted into the organization after they succeeded in completing the tests and training, and the first of the two that now represent the Bahamas. The second one adds to the female count; I have worked to look for more diversity in both the nationalities and the genders, male and female, but the males still outnumber the females by quite a bit. This is another piece of evidence, according to the C.I.D.F., that CNG (while it was still alive) was predominately sexist. It favored men over women; it reportedly killed a select number members of Congress for actually doing the right thing in 1920: making the 19th Amendement, which allowed women to vote. There was no reason for them to ever be left out of something like that, because nobody ever had a legit reason for claiming why certain things should only apply to men.
*Later, a new female Bahamian G-52, Wave Wolf, takes on her first case against the GSAF after getting reports about a small suspicious submarine that is possibly smuggling cocaine and other illegal items.*
*The Bahamas*
Wave Wolf: I have to be careful with my powers, or else I will risk hurting them. *She dives into the ocean and spots the submarine.* The submarine doesn't have any attached weaponry. But I can't assume this will be easy. *She swims towards the submarine and latches on to it.*
GSAF Terrorist 1: Who was that?
GSAF Terrorist 2: Looks like a G-52.
GSAF Terrorist 3: She doesn't look like she has anything on her. I doubt she can do anything to us.
GSAF Terrorist 4: There's more of us than her and we're fully armed! We'd shoot her dead and kill her worse than those Mexican cartels! After all, we managed to kill some of their men and took control of their territory.
Wave Wolf: *On her communicator.* I'm with the GSAF submarine in question. I could use some assistance in stopping this vehicle and the occupants. I don't know what their plans are yet. Lucio, do you read me?
GSAF Terrorist 5: Is she really going to latch on to us all the way to Cancun?
*Cancun, Quintana Roo, Mexico*
*An AIRAF officer eagle, Cpt. O'Kane, leads his squad to fight the GSAF there as tourists either run for their lives or lock themselves in their hotel rooms as locals flee for their lives.*
Cpt. O'Kane: *Uses his Colt IAR to fire at the GSAF.* I haven't had this much fun since Putin got ousted by his people!
AIRAF Terrorist 1: Oh look! They make jeeps too!
AIRAF Terrorist 2: Fire in the hole! *Throws a grenade into the GSAF jeep to blow it up as it catches fire.*
AIRAF Terrorist 3: Nice one!
GSAF Terrorist 1: Dang it! They destroyed the ecstasies too!
GSAF Terrorist 2: Along with our ammo in it! Fire back!
GSAF Terrorist 3: Don't let them hit our squad leader!
Cpt. O'Kane: I'm going to be more than glad to send your squad leader to the devil through same day shipping faster than Amazon's same day shipping services! As they say, you order, we deliver!
*The Bahamas*
Lucio: *on communicator* I read you loud and clear. I'm sending backup, including my competition, so to speak.
*Several other G-52s arrive to help, one of which is Outrageous Otter. Although CNG is dead, its effects still kick into effect at the right time according to what it wanted; because of this, the otter can now breathe underwater when swimming. As a result, he dives in and finds Wave Wolf.*
Outrageous Otter: *to Wave Wolf* I'm here to help you. I also think they're out to kill you.
*Mexico*
*The Mexican G-52s get word of this.*
Grand Slam: *in Spanish* Oh, no; it's those two again.
Mexicat: *in Spanish* Their civil war between one another could easily destroy all of us.
Leandro the Revolutionary Lion: *in Spanish* I don't know what they're plotting, but I hope it's not what I think it is!
*The Bahamas*
Wave Wolf: We're heading to Cancun. If I use my powers, I could send this submarine for a spin on the waves and it will land on the shore there. Any better ideas?
GSAF Terrorist 1: You do realize we can hear you, right?
Wave Wolf: But you can't kill us underwater and your submarine lacks weaponry. Second, you may want to stop or else you won't like what's coming next.
GSAF Terrorist 2: Ignore them. It's not like they can do anything. We're safe and sound inside here.
*Cancun, Quintana Roo, Mexico*
Lautaro: *Is on a rooftop and speaks on his communicator.* There's a GSAF submarine coming from the Carribbean. Might want to keep an eye out for that!
Cpt. O'Kane: Good work, team! The GSAF is retreating! But watch our for their drones since they're updating their technological capabilities!
*A GSAF spying drone is deployed on the AIRAF.*
GSAF Terrorist 1: He's well-armed. We won't be able to stop him easily.
Cpt. O'Kane: *Spots a Karl Marx bust on a pillar on the streets.* It appears that a high-quality 3D printer was used for this. Wonder why? *He throws the bust down to the ground to break it before stomping on it.* Ooops!
AIRAF Terrorist 1: Territorial markers, I would imagine.
AIRAF Terrorist 2: Watch out for any hammers and sickles crossing over each other on the ground. Those might be traps to lure us into touching them.
*The Bahamas*
Outrageous Otter: I ain't got nothing on that one. Go for it.
*Mexico*
*C.I.D.F. troops arrive and start fighting with both groups of terrorists. Other troops shoot down the drones.*
C.I.D.F. Soldier 1: I don't care whom you're fighting; you're not getting away with this!
C.I.D.F. Soldier 2: Though you did prove your point by stating the GSAF are worse than you are.
*The Bahamas*
GSAF Terrorist 1: This submarine is well armored! You won't stop us easily!
Wave Wolf: You've been warned.
*Wave Wolf summons a tsunami that pulls the submarine up to the waves as it heads towards Cancun uncontrollably.*
GSAF Terrorist 1: HELP! I'm losing control!
Wave Wolf: *On her communicator to her Mexican allies and G-52s.* Clear the beach now!
*Cancun, Quintana Roo, Mexico*
*Mexican authorities and heroes rush the tourists and people out of the beach as a tsunami with a submarine approaches the beach.*
Lautaro: TSUNAMI!
Cpt. O'Kane: GET AWAY FROM THE BEACH!
Police 1: *In Spanish* Clear the beach now!
Police 2: *In Spanish* Go, go, go!
*The tsunami lands on the beach without flooding as the submarine lands on the beach. GSAF terrorists inside the submarine open the hatch and climb out of it before passing out from sheer dizziness. Contraband also spills out of the submarine.*
Lautaro: I see bricks of coccaine spilling out of that thing!
Cpt. O'Kane: Gold bullion, too?
Jon: How did they get that?
Cpt. O'Kane: *Tries to escape but is stopped by Lautaro.* Wait, we're not going to fight over that submarine are we?
Lautaro: I mean, it's not like you're going to escape justice.
Cpt. O'Kane: I don't think you should test me. You may be a dragon, but I won't go easy on you.
Lautaro: I never expected anything to be easy for me because I'm a dragon.
Victoria: Don't let the other GSAF terrorists get near the submarine! *She assists the police in arresting the GSAF terrorists from the submarine before confiscating the submarine's contents.*
*The Bahamas*
Outrageous Otter: Righteous!
*Mexico*
Leandro: *in Spanish* Grab that contraband!
*The authorities do so. Another C.I.D.F. soldier destroys all the drones that the AIRAF were using.*
Grand Slam: *to O'Kane* I woudn't mess with him if I were you.
*The Bahamas*
Wave Wolf: Well that was easy! *Her communicator beeps and checks it.* Okay I take that back! Giant demon spiders with guns on them from the GSAF threatening Google? Great the bigger challenge is that there are salt ponds as being the closest bodies of water. We're going to need to find a way to manipulate our powers to use those salt ponds to our advantage against those spiders. It should be salty enough to rust their weaponry. Cripto! Please warp me and Outrageous Otter to Mountain View in California. I'm going to help you Americans save Google, since that company has a major global impact.
Leo: (narrating) Viewer discretion is advised for this next part; if your stomachs or eyes can't handle the truth, then turn off your computer, tablet, or smartphone, purify your thoughts, and go for a walk in the beautiful sunshine.
*Mexico*
Cpt. O'Kane: It's because he's a dragon, isn't it?
Lautaro: *Throws smart handcuffs that locks on to Cpt. O'Kane's wrists before the chain retracts, putting his wrists close behind him.* Gotcha!
Cpt. O'Kane: What the...?! How did you arrest me so fast?
Lautaro: Takes two brains to get you to turn around, and you fell for it!
Cpt. O'Kane: Ooooh; you are the most narcissistic species ever!
Lautaro: Says the one whose group is to rule all of Ireland under a collective dictatorship of sorts.
Cpt. O'Kane: I don't expect dragons like you to be all that smart.
Lautaro: A bit ironic there, birdbrain.
Cpt. O'Kane: Don't call me that again!
Lautaro: And don't think about flying either. With your arms in place, you won't be able to fly away easily. *He helps the police to put Cpt. O'Kane into the back of a police van.* And there you go!
*The AIRAF and GSAF terrorists are eventually arrested as the tourists and civilians cheer.*
Jon: Nice one there, Lautaro!
*Mountain View, CA, USA*
*Giant spiders with guns and cannons on their backs attack the Google headquarters as workers take cover as security guards, armed with brand new HK UMP submachine guns with 9mm caliber ammo. This draws curious media attention as Google's security guards are typically not seen with automatic weaponry.*
Tsuchigumo Gen. Cartwright: Curse you, Marshall, Bob, Frank, Florence, and all the other GSAF defectors! You shall pay dearly for this starting with your souls and blood!
GSAF Giant Demon Spider 1: Your technology belongs to us! We already got pieces of your tech already! Soon, we will evolve and nobody will stop us easily!
GSAF Giant Demon Spider 2: *Fires the autocannon on his back to blow up Google's entrances.* Raid the building my minions and we shall achieve world communism together!
GSAF Giant Demon Spider 3: For Marx and Lenin!
Security Guard 1: Activate the emergency steel doors to hold them back!
Security Guard 2: Follow me to the rooftops!
Security Guard 3: California National Guard troops have arrived!
Soldier 1: Don't worry everybody! The California National Guard has arrived!
Soldier 2: Deploy the machine gun turrets here!
Soldier 3: On my way!
GSAF Giant Demon Spider 4: *Aims his NSV machine gun on his back towards the Google headquarters and opens fire.* I'm going to have fun turning all of you into Swiss cheese!
Tsuchigumo Gen. Cartwright: Be prepared for the G-52s! Because my secret weapons will be summoned on command here! Time to teach these capitalist pigs the consequences for their mass layoffs!
*The Bahamas*
*Cripto gets the message, and he provides the portals. Everybody jumps through.*
*Mexico*
Leandro: Bravo!
*Washington, D.C., USA*
*The Zanicchi Administration gets word of the giant spiders, but Leo opts not to go there.*
Leo: Although I knew we hadn't seen the last of them. I'm not going there, though.
Tom: It's so sad and so traumatizing.
Leo: *to Marshall* Obviously they're after you and everybody else who used to belong to the GSAF, but then deserted them and defected to our side.
*Mountain View, CA, USA*
*Everybody arrives.*
D.W.: Don't those dorks ever get tired of losing?
*Google HQ puts a protective dome up; T2 had used bulletproof and shatterproof glass on it.*
Outrageous Otter: As Michelangelo (the Ninja Turtle) would say, "Not radical!"
*Cripto summons his sword and uses it against the attacking spiders, killing them, while Super C throws fireballs at them.*
Super C: Not the first time you've done this.
Cripto: No; I had to face much harder monsters than this just to past the white kitten's exams.
*Washington D.C.*
Marshall: Of course, because their plans see more destruction than change.
Zax: That's communism for you.
*Mountain View, CA, USA*
Tsuchigumo Gen. Cartwright: You fools!
*Several GSAF cyborgs land from above.*
Soldier 1: Cyborgs?!
Wave Wolf: Cripto! I got an idea! Can you lure Cartwright, that last and commanding giant spider, and his cyborgs, near that red salt pond there? Outrageous Otter and I are going to see if we can use our powers to form waves from that against the cyborgs and Cartwright to rust their weaponry at least. That way you don't have to use your hero strikes.
*Washington, D.C., USA*
Leo: All the more reason the old me was a hawk, and by hawk, I mean die-hard anti-communist. You be the judge, but some claim Cripto single-handedly destroyed communism when he bailed the world out of debt. *His communicator beeps, and it shows exactly what is happening.* And I thought we were done with him.
Tom: I always did hate spiders. Wait; what's Cripto doing?
Leo: The Commander recruited two new superheroes from the Bahamas, one of which is Lucio, my counterpart, but the other one is the female you see there, Wave Wolf. Looks like they're trying out the "bust with rust" strategy.
*Mountain View, CA, USA*
Cripto: Thank you; I appreciate that. Sometimes there is no other way out but to do those hero strikes, but for this scenario, that is not an option.
*Phantom Cat arrives to help him out, and the two find ways to create diversions, which are successful in luring Cartwright and his cyborgs towards the red salt pond. This helps, because one cyborg was going after D.W.*
D.W.: Get off me, you dork!
*She gets the cyborg off her body and thrusts it at the pond.*
Phantom Cat: How much farther?
Cripto: A little bit more to the left, and we got it!
Super C: I've got you covered from the back side. *to Wave Wolf and Outrageous Otter at the right moment* And...GO!
*Washington D.C.*
Zax: If anyone knows their chemistry, they would know where this is going. This is one of the reasons why gun owners must learn about gun maintainance regardless of how reliable their weapons are.
Juno: That and this is how San Francisco produces table salt from those salt ponds.
*Mountain View, CA, USA*
*The cyborg that D.W. threw into the salt pond starts to rust before exploding.*
Wave Wolf: Together now!
*Outrageous Otter and Wave Wolf combine their powers to summon a huge wave from the salt pond that splashes on the cyborg and Cartwright. Each cyborg starts to malfunction before exploding as Cartwright's machine gun on him starts to rust and malfunction.*
Tsuchigumo Gen. Cartwright: What? My gun is struggling to turn and its jammed?!
Wave Wolf: You must be one salty bug.
Tsuchigumo Gen. Cartwright: How did you jam my machine gun like that? *He tries to fire his gun one more time but it explodes as the gun barrel flips quickly and knocks him out on the head.* Ow! *Sees stars and faints.*
Wave Wolf: Now I see why people say not to force a jammed gun to shoot.
*Everybody takes a sigh of relief upon realizing the GSAF has been defeated.*
*Washington, D.C.*
*The administration gets word about Cartwright.*
Leo: Ouch!
Tom: I don't want to look!
*Mountain View, CA, USA*
Doughty Dog: Are you feeling all right?
D.W.: Well, I am angry. Give me a moment to calm down.
Super C: Deep breaths; deep breaths. Don't let it get to you.
Outrageous Otter: Oh, yeah! You go, girl!
*He and Wave Wolf knuckle-bang one another.*
Phantom Cat: Score!
Cripto: What a way to go, though.
Phantom Cat: I know.
Ice Tiger: I wish there was a way to kill that spider permanently.
Lion of Nobility: Some of these creatures are reincarnations of dead GSAF officers. They're not going away permanently, as far as I know, until the supernatural decides enough is enough.
*He says this to keep all secrets about the D-19 secret, but wonders to himself how they judge when it is time for said creatures to die forever because they have broken magical cardinal laws.*
Super C: I think we'll leave it at that.
Super C: (narrating) I can't speak publicly about the D-19 and their members, but it's clear we all knew we were talking about Lady Valmia, the ultimate judge of those headed for the underworld. You do not want to go face to face with her, now or in the afterlife.
Leo: (narrating) I met her, however, when she took a look at my heartless threshold originally. Since then, she has periodically took a look and shown me my improvements, although I still have a ways to go. (She was also among the first to verify that Cripto is a prince of heart; there is no darkness in him whatsoever. That doesn't mean he's perfect, though; he has still done his share of sins and mistakes, so it's mind-boggling as to how he ended up a prince of heart. It's better to just let everybody wonder, though.)
Super C: (narrating) However, both our new recruits were off to a good start, so that's a good thing to focus on here. Hope you have a good one now, and remember to stay alert, stay courageous, and if you don't have the G-52 app, get it! It may safe your life.
Good night.
THE END
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New Tropical Heroes
Leo the Patriotic Lion: (narrating) Leo the Patriotic Lion here again. Although we begin the latest highlights of my first Presidential term with more tragedy, that's not really the focus here. The focus is the fact the Commander (Super C) found new recruits, helping the G-52 organization to truly be a global force for good, just like the U.S. Navy. After all, the whole world needs heroes to defend it, be it in the form of superheroes, the military, or whatever.
However, we'll save the surprise for the proper time. Right now, cue the tragedy; it meant we abruptly had to leave Japan when this interrupted our visit there, which we highlighted previously, because that was Japan's Hanami season.
Ryo the Samurai Lion: (narrating) Hanami is one of my favorite seasons. Yet this does to go to show that no matter the occasion is, a G-52 always puts duty before pleasure. This is why we pick up in the middle of the conversation.
Leo: (narrating) I'll give you one guess as to what the tragedy was; can you figure it out? You guessed it. Soccer riots. The one topic the world disobeyed me on from my bellowing days; we know now CNG was helping encourage the humans to do that so it could have an excuse to kill them all off. That's why it was the one topic they disobeyed me on. Yet after the killing of all those Argentines and Turks (although they came back to life later on), the rioting stopped, and we were tempted to think we had it conquered. Well, no; we hadn't conquered it. It will have to go away on its own, but the world governments were fighting back.
What I can't remember is when the riot happened, but my guess is that the game was over and the Italian side beat the German team that was visiting. The players behaved themselves, however; the fans were the problem.
*Taito, Tokyo, Japan*
Chuong: Tortilla chips... Wait... In America, they have blue and red ones, too.
Marshall: Blue corn is a thing.
Mechayote: *His communicator beeps.* A soccer riot in Naples, Italy?
Chuong: You mean the pizza capital of Earth is having a soccer riot?
Mechayote: That's what it says, and Leonardo and Luitpold better keep their cools on this one.
Chuong: If Leonardo forgot to pray, per his Catholic religious faith, he better mention that to his priest in his next confessional appointment. Of course, with cultural vices like this, the issues on this will be resolved between the offender and whoever they see, which in this case, it could be Leonardo and his priest if he forgot to pray in the morning. Just to make sure, forgetting to pray while following certain religious beliefs due to a national constitution supporting a religion or cultural expectation is not worthy of demerits since this is an issues between the offender and their country.
Mechayote: Correct. Demerits are only issued to universal offenses, such as losing one's cool, expressing inappropriate comments at the wrong time, generally whatever breaks the G-52 Code of Conduct. Forgetting to pray is not in the Code of Conduct due to religious diversity on Earth along with diversity of personal beliefs.
*Naples, Campania, Italy*
*Soccer hooligans break out between the home team and the German rival team as riot police are dispatched. SWAT vans with active denial system non-lethal laser weaponry emit lasers at the hooligans to inflict pain without injury to force them to disperse and stop. Yet, the hooligans continue to hurl various debris at each other and at the police as innocent German tourists flee for their lives.*
Italian Hooligan 1: *In Italian as he hurls a folding chair.* Glory to Naples! We smashed the Germans! Frankfurt is only good at making wursts!
Italian Hooligan 2: *In Italian* Go home; you loud barbaric Germans!
German Hooligan 1: *In German as he hurls a beer glass.* I just want some beer and pizza at the bar, but you keep harassing us!
German Hooligan 2: *In German* You destroyed my charter bus, you jerk! *Hurls a beer bottle.*
German Hooligan 3: *In German* You want a piece of this? *Hurls a table at the Italian hooligans.*
Italian Hooligan 3: *In Italian as he screams like an ape while waving the banner of his team.* We won! We won! Glory to Italy in football! We will reclaim our greatness from the Germans in football!
Civilian 1: *In Italian as he defends himself with a rolling pin.* Stop trashing my precious city! Pizza was supposed to bring us together, but you ultras ruin the atmosphere!
Civilian 2: *In Italian* How is this happening? Could it be with some Argentine immigrants?
Civilian 3: *In Italian* Don't look at me! They started this! After all, the Vandals came from Germany!
Civilian 4: *In Italian on his G-52 app.* Oh, Leonardo, please bring the Italian G-52s here and put an end to the ultras! We might need help from the foreign G-52s, too, since this is getting really bad!
Civilian 5: *In Italian* I'm getting out of here! I'm moving to the United States; it's the one nation that never tolerates this! Why? They don't play football (soccer)! They play a different football!
Italian Hooligan 4: *In Italian as he throws some improvised explosives at a German charter bus.* Go home, Germans! You filthy Vandals, just like your ancestors who brought down the Roman Empire!
German Hooligan 4: *In German* That does it! I've had it with these Italian schmucks destroying our charter buses! All I wanted to do was cheer for my team with my fellow fans and have beer and pizza in the pizza capital of Earth and this is how we get treated?! Everybody! Assembles! *He picks up a hard filone bread and starts hitting the Italian hooligans with it.* Have some bread!
Italian Hooligan 5: *In Italian as he gets hit in the face by the filone.* Ouch! I forgot how filones can be weapons!
German Hooligan 5: *In German as he picks up a table to improve it as a barrier.* Stay behind this one!
Italian Hooligan 6: *In Italian as he hurls a dried sausage.* Take this!
German Hooligan 6: *In German as the dried sausage hits his face.* Ow! I just got hit by some dried salami I think!
Police 1: *In Italian* Our city is up in flames!
Police 2: *In Italian* Get the innocent foreigners out first!
Police 3: *In Italian* On it!
German Tourist 1: *In German as he quickly escapes.* Just get me to the plane! I don't want to die here!
German Tourist 2: *In German* I never expected this to happen!
German Hooligan 7: *In German* Grab the champagne bottles!
German Hooligan 8: *In German as he shakes a champagne bottle towards the Italian hooligans.* This is genius! *He pops the cork at the hooligans and knocks one of them down on the head.* Headshot!
Italian Hooligan 7: *In Italian* Oh, now; you've done it! Get the champagne artillery!
*The Italian hooligans armed with champagne bottles shake them at the German hooligans to pop the corks at their heads knocking them down. The flames continue to spread throughout Naples despite firefighters doing their best to control them.*
Police 4: *In Italian as he protects himself with his riot shield.* I never thought I'd see this happen here!
*Some of the Italian hooligans charge in with filones as some of the German hooligans also defend themselves with filones before the hooligans attack each other with the hard dried long breads.*
Police 5: *In Italian* Great; now I have to watch ultras beat each other down with filones.
Italian Hooligan 8: *In Italian* Have some pizza dough! *Throws a large flat disc of raw pizza dough into the air like a frisbee before it lands on the German hooligans as they try to get them off.*
German Hooligan 8: *In German as he gets the pizza dough off his face.* They're throwing pizza dough, too!
*Several more Italian hooligans throw pizza dough into the air at the German hooligans from all directions.*
Police 6: *In Italian* Stop wasting food like this!
Italian Hooligan 9: *In Italian as he uses a pair of dried sausages like nunchaku on the German hooligans.* Our team won! Go home! You lost!
German Hooligan 9: *In German as he gets hit by the sausages.* Ow; ow! You Italians are crazy! *He hits back with his filone.* Take this!
German Hooligan 10: *In German* Italians in Naples are the worst! Very conceited people!
C.I.D.F. Soldier 1: *In Italian* Okay; this is getting out of control. We will need additional help!
C.I.D.F. Soldier 2: *In English to Super C on his communicator.* We got hooliganism, rioting, mixed with food fights here in Naples! We need additional reinforcements!
C.I.D.F. Soldier 3: *In Italian as he dodges a champagne cork.* Whoa! They're using champagne bottles as ranged weapons!
Civilian 5: *In Italian* Oh how can this barbaric event happen here in beautiful Naples?! Who are these German barbarians who put their pride for their team before enjoying our Italian hospitality?
Civilian 6: *In Italian* Well, they descended from the Vandals. They don't care about pizza when they're you know, vandalizing and acting up like this. *He hits a German hooligan with a rolling pin.* Back off!
Civilian 7: *In Italian* So glad I'm moving out of this city to a town with my family!
*Taiko, Tokyo, Japan*
Leo: I hate to abruptly leave you like this.
Ryo: I'm not bothered by it; I'm thankful you got to come and see us. Good luck calming the riots.
*Ryo waves goodbye as Cripto provides portals, and we jump through.*
*Italy*
*We arrive. The Italian government rules that until further notice, it will have ALL sporting events, not just soccer games, behind closed doors because of this.*
Super C: I think you'd better find Leonardo to see how he's doing. I can't have you bellowing at them, either.
Leo: Yes, sir!
*Leo and Tom look for Leonardo, who turns out to be dealing with German hooligans attacking him.*
Leonardo: Ouch! Have you learned nothing?
Tom: Are you feeling all right?
Leonardo: No; apparently, they didn't learn their lesson about Argentina and Turkey. The dark supernatural forces are probably wishing CNG was still around so that it would kill all these people.
*Cripto gets Lotto Lion and Quiz King, who have identical powers to him, to help him trap the hooligans in electric bubbles. If they try to pop the bubbles, they get an electric shock. Doughty Dog and D.W. take charge of evacuating the hooligans, while Leo and Tom get the hooligans away from Leonardo. All the hooligans are eventually pushed into recall pods and sent to prison.*
Tom: No, don't fight it! You're going in!
Leo: You're not doing a thing to my Italian counterpart!
*Germany*
*Luitpold speaks to his people.*
Luitpold: *in German* I told you people time and time again that this is not how you behave. It is just a sport; it is not a religion, for crying out loud. Have these people learned nothing from the people of Argentina? If you take it that seriously, then you don't have a life, so get a life!
Civilian 1: *in German* You're that angry, aren't you?
Luitpold: *in German* I am, but I cannot let it show on the outside.
*Naples, Campania, Italy*
Police 1: *In Italian* Finally, it's over, but cleanup is going to be a pain!
Silent Cat: *In Italian* Filone and champagne bottle corks as weapons? Come on! I know Naples isn't always the classiest part of Italy but I expected so much better! Now I can't tell if I'm in Naples in Italy or Buenos Aires in Argentina after their Superclásico. *To Leonardo in Italian.* Are you all right? Did you forget to pray this morning?
Mad Marcher: *In Italian after his communicator beeps.* Good job! UEFA just suspended international matches until further notice and all the European countries have ordered all their sporting events to be played behind closed doors.
Civilian 1: *In Italian* Oh, Leonardo! I'm so sorry our fans acted up!
Civilian 2: *In Italian* I know we didn't allow Argentine immigrants to bring their hooliganism with them here. We wanted to give them a chance at a new life in their ancestral homeland among us because they're just like us. This is a privilege!
*Frankfurt, Hesse, Germany*
Warlord Wolf: *In German* Just because they destroyed your charter busses gives you no right to retaliate the way you did. Now you have to pay for the damages you caused in Naples. On top of that, you will never be allowed in Italy again.
Civilian 2: *In German* Guys, it's just sports.
Hooligan 1: *In German* They popped champagne corks at our heads and knocked some of us out! They acted like complete animals!
Hooligan 2: *In German* And some of them were using salami as nunchaku on us! I just wanted some beer and pizza but they keep shouting into our ears of how much we suck in football!
Hooligan 3: *In German* I nearly fell and broke my knee when they rolled a wheel of parmesan cheese at me!
Hooligan 4: *In German* Luitpold! They destroyed our charter busses in Naples! We paid good money together for them!
*Naples, Italy*
*By now, all the hooligans are in prison.*
Leonardo: *in Italian* No; I remembered to pray. I think I just got caught up in all the melodrama; I now pray the Lord will forgive me for that. But He did say there would be good days and bad days; ultimately it is He who is in control, and not me like the world thinks. I wouldn't be surprised if these people are the Argentine immigrants or if they are descendants who weren't taught properly.
Civilian 2: *in Italian* Hard to tell.
Mad Marcher: *in Italian* Just remember, Super C said he doesn't want anybody mentioning anything about CNG, although it is dead now. When your Mexican counterpart said something about how it would have killed them all for their behaviors, they fled, and tourism all over the world dropped to absolute zero. Nobody even left their hometowns.
Leonardo: *in Italian* I haven't forgotten.
*Germany*
Luitpold: *in German* Knowing how moronic everybody has gotten over the sport of association football, this is all I could have expected. Parts of it may be their fault, but it was your fault also for getting involved. *to Warlord Wolf* Get them out of my sight! I cannot look at these idiots!
*He walks back into the Chancellor's offices and shuts the door.*
Luitpold: *to himself in English* Morons! Even the Americans act better than this. Well, then again, soccer isn't their forte. The game they call baseball is their forte, and so it should be.
*Naples, Campania, Italy*
Silent Cat: *In Italian to Leonardo.* Second question; did you pray for these Germans and their team, Eintracht Frankfurt, before their match with S.S.C. Napoli?
*The Italian government is debating whether or not to restrict immigration from Argentina to married couples and families only to filter out hooligans.*
*Frankfurt, Hesse, Germany*
*Warlord Wolf helps the police lead the hooligans to jail.*
*Argentina*
Civilian 1: *In Spanish* Good job to our immigrants to Italy who decided it would be totally cool to ruin our reputation by bringing their hooliganism with them there.
Civilian 2: *In Spanish* Yeah I am so moving to America, even if they don't care for soccer.
*Naples, Italy*
Leonardo: *in Italian* I did indeed. Now I must pray for forgiveness for myself for getting caught up in the chaos, even though all I was trying to do was help the police get it under control. I also must pray for forgiveness for the people. Let me do that now, please.
*He kneels down and does so. Everybody bows their heads silently and waits for him to finish.*
*Germany*
*Luitpold puts his head down on his desk.*
Luitpold: *in English to himself* Ugh; this is giving me a headache. Then again, nobody ever said being Chancellor was going to be easy.
*He says a prayer for forgiveness for everybody, since he is a believer.*
*Argentina*
Civilian 3: *in Spanish* I'm with you. I hope Leocadio understands.
Civilian 4: *in Spanish* I think he does. Even he said the one nation that gets it absolutely right is the United States, and he'd move there if given the choice. But he's not. Argentina needs him more than ever.
Civilian 5: *in Spanish* Don't let Leocadio abandon us. He's the best thing that has ever happened to Argentina.
Leo: (narrating) Okay; so that one's out of the way now. Now we come to the real focus of this journal entry: the new recruits that joined the G-52s. Please bear in mind that each of my parallels is an actual G-52, not just an ally, and so the latest of mine to be discovered is a G-52. I think his temperment is the exact opposite of mine.
Anyways, time to introduce him. Drum roll, please...
*Later, a cruise ship from The Bahamas arrives to Florida. Among the arriving passengers is Lucio the Tropical Lion, Leo's Bahamian parallel, who is typically dressed in his blue Aloha shirt with some black and gold designs and shorts, but also pads (goes barefoot) a lot. The American crowds wildly cheer for Lucio's arrival as they wave both the American and Bahamian national flags.*
*Miami, Florida, USA*
Lucio: I hope you had a wonderful Spring Break!
Civilian 1: He looks too chill to be Leo's parallel.
Civilian 2: He is Leo's Bahamian parallel.
Lucio: I'm pretty sure I proudly represent my country in the best way possible.
Civilian 1: One thing for sure is that Outrageous Otter is going to have some stiff competition from you since you're a surfer.
Lucio: But we come from different worlds.
Civilian 3: Oh my gosh! It's another parallel of Leo! I love this one!
Civilian 4: Finally something different and enjoyable!
Mechayote: Hey, Leo! It's your parallel from The Bahamas!
Zax: Super chill guy, too!
*Everybody poses with Lucio as others takes pictures.*
Juno: Uh, oh; Outrageous Otter. Looks like someone is stealing your thunder here.
Mechayote: The same way Leo stole Cripto's thunder? Hah! I love this guy already! Let's meet him!
*Leo and his administration meets Lucio.*
Zax: Hmm... I wonder if George drew Lucio. He does look like he represents The Bahamas well. Surfer, cool, fun, sounds about right.
Leo: *to Zax* I wouldn't be surprised.
Outrageous Otter: *to Juno* Hey; more power to you.
Leo: *to Lucio* How do you do? I'm your American counterpart. And you know the other lions, I'm sure.
*Leno the Pannist Lion is present.*
Leno: Nice to see a fellow Caribbean counterpart.
Lucio: Doing great but you forgot one more Carribbean counterpart. He's got quite the personality and his biggest foreign fans are in Tampa Bay.
*Lennie the Buccaneer Lion is also present.*
Lennie: That makes three of us from the Caribbean!
*The crowd cheers even more wildly.*
Zax: The pannist, surfer, and a pirate! What an interesting combination from the Carribbean!
Lucio: We're rich in culture and history. There's a reason why we get a lot of tourists, especially you Americans.
Mechayote: Tampa Bay Buccaneers. I get it now.
Marshall: Like Leki, you also seem to be extremely different from Leo, because you seem very calm to the point that it would take enormous efforts to rile you up. Then again, like Bhutan, you basically have nothing to worry about in The Bahamas.
Lucio: Yes and no, but even with that, there's absolutely no reason to lose your cool at all no matter how high the waves can get.
Zax: I wonder if CNG melts if I mention your name or if you are near it.
Lucio: We don't talk about that since big boss here (Super C) doesn't want any of us to hear it, nor speak of it. Besides, you don't have anything to worry about.
Frank: Wait, how do you put up with our capital's depressing weather patterns since you're more of the sunshine summer type, even though you're the Bahamian ambassador here? D.C. is infamous for cloudy and rainy weather.
Lucio: Easy! We bring summer indoors in my embassy by using tropical decor where it's necessary and during summer time, my embassy staff wears aloha shirts, shorts, and sandals, although I like to do things on my bare feet. A little change in dress code helps make embassy work fun.
Zachary: You're very forward-thinking. The Bahamas was right to appoint you as their ambassador here.
Lucio: So is Leo himself! Thanks to his Manifest Destiny 2.0 plans, Florida is looking more vibrant than ever! This state is my gateway to this great country and everybody across Florida goes wild when they see me.
Leo: Of course; how silly of me. Sorry, Lennie.
Lennie: No harm done, though.
Super C: *to Zax* CNG is dead, remember? But to answer your question, it would melt regardless of whose name was said. I don't have to tell you whose name was said the most. (narrating) Did you guess that it was Lennart? You're smart; that's who it was.
Zax: And it's surely not Leo's name. Let's just say, this parallel comes from the frozen north whose country is among the most innovative in this world and is home to a globally popular but very quirky furniture store.
Lucio: I unfortunately know who you're talking about.
Marshall: Let's stop it right there then. So Lucio, you come off as someone who drums a lot.
Lucio: I sure do love drumming! I'm both a professional musician and surfer. We have special parades known as junkanoo, and it's very colourful there.
Mechayote: And of course, it must always involve music, especially drumming.
Lucio: You got it!
Leo: Junkanoo? I don't believe I ever heard of that.
Doughty Dog: Is that a bit like Carnival?
Lucio: Similar, but it's usually at least a biannual celebration in my country. On our Independence Day, Boxing Day, and New Years Day, we have junkanoo parades. It's also a competition between the parades to see who's the best-dressed and most colourful as well.
Zax: So a beauty contest between the parades.
Lucio: You could say that.
Juno: Forsythian-Bahamians seem to up the junkanoo competition with a variety of their junkanoo uniforms then.
Lucio: It does gets extremely competitive like that.
Gatling Gator: Back in the state of Louisiana, we celebrate Mardi Gras, which is basically Carnival.
Leo: And we went to Mardi Gras this year.
Doughty Dog: We did.
Super C: (narrating) Lucio is the first of two new G-52s I inducted into the organization after they succeeded in completing the tests and training, and the first of the two that now represent the Bahamas. The second one adds to the female count; I have worked to look for more diversity in both the nationalities and the genders, male and female, but the males still outnumber the females by quite a bit. This is another piece of evidence, according to the C.I.D.F., that CNG (while it was still alive) was predominately sexist. It favored men over women; it reportedly killed a select number members of Congress for actually doing the right thing in 1920: making the 19th Amendement, which allowed women to vote. There was no reason for them to ever be left out of something like that, because nobody ever had a legit reason for claiming why certain things should only apply to men.
*Later, a new female Bahamian G-52, Wave Wolf, takes on her first case against the GSAF after getting reports about a small suspicious submarine that is possibly smuggling cocaine and other illegal items.*
*The Bahamas*
Wave Wolf: I have to be careful with my powers, or else I will risk hurting them. *She dives into the ocean and spots the submarine.* The submarine doesn't have any attached weaponry. But I can't assume this will be easy. *She swims towards the submarine and latches on to it.*
GSAF Terrorist 1: Who was that?
GSAF Terrorist 2: Looks like a G-52.
GSAF Terrorist 3: She doesn't look like she has anything on her. I doubt she can do anything to us.
GSAF Terrorist 4: There's more of us than her and we're fully armed! We'd shoot her dead and kill her worse than those Mexican cartels! After all, we managed to kill some of their men and took control of their territory.
Wave Wolf: *On her communicator.* I'm with the GSAF submarine in question. I could use some assistance in stopping this vehicle and the occupants. I don't know what their plans are yet. Lucio, do you read me?
GSAF Terrorist 5: Is she really going to latch on to us all the way to Cancun?
*Cancun, Quintana Roo, Mexico*
*An AIRAF officer eagle, Cpt. O'Kane, leads his squad to fight the GSAF there as tourists either run for their lives or lock themselves in their hotel rooms as locals flee for their lives.*
Cpt. O'Kane: *Uses his Colt IAR to fire at the GSAF.* I haven't had this much fun since Putin got ousted by his people!
AIRAF Terrorist 1: Oh look! They make jeeps too!
AIRAF Terrorist 2: Fire in the hole! *Throws a grenade into the GSAF jeep to blow it up as it catches fire.*
AIRAF Terrorist 3: Nice one!
GSAF Terrorist 1: Dang it! They destroyed the ecstasies too!
GSAF Terrorist 2: Along with our ammo in it! Fire back!
GSAF Terrorist 3: Don't let them hit our squad leader!
Cpt. O'Kane: I'm going to be more than glad to send your squad leader to the devil through same day shipping faster than Amazon's same day shipping services! As they say, you order, we deliver!
*The Bahamas*
Lucio: *on communicator* I read you loud and clear. I'm sending backup, including my competition, so to speak.
*Several other G-52s arrive to help, one of which is Outrageous Otter. Although CNG is dead, its effects still kick into effect at the right time according to what it wanted; because of this, the otter can now breathe underwater when swimming. As a result, he dives in and finds Wave Wolf.*
Outrageous Otter: *to Wave Wolf* I'm here to help you. I also think they're out to kill you.
*Mexico*
*The Mexican G-52s get word of this.*
Grand Slam: *in Spanish* Oh, no; it's those two again.
Mexicat: *in Spanish* Their civil war between one another could easily destroy all of us.
Leandro the Revolutionary Lion: *in Spanish* I don't know what they're plotting, but I hope it's not what I think it is!
*The Bahamas*
Wave Wolf: We're heading to Cancun. If I use my powers, I could send this submarine for a spin on the waves and it will land on the shore there. Any better ideas?
GSAF Terrorist 1: You do realize we can hear you, right?
Wave Wolf: But you can't kill us underwater and your submarine lacks weaponry. Second, you may want to stop or else you won't like what's coming next.
GSAF Terrorist 2: Ignore them. It's not like they can do anything. We're safe and sound inside here.
*Cancun, Quintana Roo, Mexico*
Lautaro: *Is on a rooftop and speaks on his communicator.* There's a GSAF submarine coming from the Carribbean. Might want to keep an eye out for that!
Cpt. O'Kane: Good work, team! The GSAF is retreating! But watch our for their drones since they're updating their technological capabilities!
*A GSAF spying drone is deployed on the AIRAF.*
GSAF Terrorist 1: He's well-armed. We won't be able to stop him easily.
Cpt. O'Kane: *Spots a Karl Marx bust on a pillar on the streets.* It appears that a high-quality 3D printer was used for this. Wonder why? *He throws the bust down to the ground to break it before stomping on it.* Ooops!
AIRAF Terrorist 1: Territorial markers, I would imagine.
AIRAF Terrorist 2: Watch out for any hammers and sickles crossing over each other on the ground. Those might be traps to lure us into touching them.
*The Bahamas*
Outrageous Otter: I ain't got nothing on that one. Go for it.
*Mexico*
*C.I.D.F. troops arrive and start fighting with both groups of terrorists. Other troops shoot down the drones.*
C.I.D.F. Soldier 1: I don't care whom you're fighting; you're not getting away with this!
C.I.D.F. Soldier 2: Though you did prove your point by stating the GSAF are worse than you are.
*The Bahamas*
GSAF Terrorist 1: This submarine is well armored! You won't stop us easily!
Wave Wolf: You've been warned.
*Wave Wolf summons a tsunami that pulls the submarine up to the waves as it heads towards Cancun uncontrollably.*
GSAF Terrorist 1: HELP! I'm losing control!
Wave Wolf: *On her communicator to her Mexican allies and G-52s.* Clear the beach now!
*Cancun, Quintana Roo, Mexico*
*Mexican authorities and heroes rush the tourists and people out of the beach as a tsunami with a submarine approaches the beach.*
Lautaro: TSUNAMI!
Cpt. O'Kane: GET AWAY FROM THE BEACH!
Police 1: *In Spanish* Clear the beach now!
Police 2: *In Spanish* Go, go, go!
*The tsunami lands on the beach without flooding as the submarine lands on the beach. GSAF terrorists inside the submarine open the hatch and climb out of it before passing out from sheer dizziness. Contraband also spills out of the submarine.*
Lautaro: I see bricks of coccaine spilling out of that thing!
Cpt. O'Kane: Gold bullion, too?
Jon: How did they get that?
Cpt. O'Kane: *Tries to escape but is stopped by Lautaro.* Wait, we're not going to fight over that submarine are we?
Lautaro: I mean, it's not like you're going to escape justice.
Cpt. O'Kane: I don't think you should test me. You may be a dragon, but I won't go easy on you.
Lautaro: I never expected anything to be easy for me because I'm a dragon.
Victoria: Don't let the other GSAF terrorists get near the submarine! *She assists the police in arresting the GSAF terrorists from the submarine before confiscating the submarine's contents.*
*The Bahamas*
Outrageous Otter: Righteous!
*Mexico*
Leandro: *in Spanish* Grab that contraband!
*The authorities do so. Another C.I.D.F. soldier destroys all the drones that the AIRAF were using.*
Grand Slam: *to O'Kane* I woudn't mess with him if I were you.
*The Bahamas*
Wave Wolf: Well that was easy! *Her communicator beeps and checks it.* Okay I take that back! Giant demon spiders with guns on them from the GSAF threatening Google? Great the bigger challenge is that there are salt ponds as being the closest bodies of water. We're going to need to find a way to manipulate our powers to use those salt ponds to our advantage against those spiders. It should be salty enough to rust their weaponry. Cripto! Please warp me and Outrageous Otter to Mountain View in California. I'm going to help you Americans save Google, since that company has a major global impact.
Leo: (narrating) Viewer discretion is advised for this next part; if your stomachs or eyes can't handle the truth, then turn off your computer, tablet, or smartphone, purify your thoughts, and go for a walk in the beautiful sunshine.
*Mexico*
Cpt. O'Kane: It's because he's a dragon, isn't it?
Lautaro: *Throws smart handcuffs that locks on to Cpt. O'Kane's wrists before the chain retracts, putting his wrists close behind him.* Gotcha!
Cpt. O'Kane: What the...?! How did you arrest me so fast?
Lautaro: Takes two brains to get you to turn around, and you fell for it!
Cpt. O'Kane: Ooooh; you are the most narcissistic species ever!
Lautaro: Says the one whose group is to rule all of Ireland under a collective dictatorship of sorts.
Cpt. O'Kane: I don't expect dragons like you to be all that smart.
Lautaro: A bit ironic there, birdbrain.
Cpt. O'Kane: Don't call me that again!
Lautaro: And don't think about flying either. With your arms in place, you won't be able to fly away easily. *He helps the police to put Cpt. O'Kane into the back of a police van.* And there you go!
*The AIRAF and GSAF terrorists are eventually arrested as the tourists and civilians cheer.*
Jon: Nice one there, Lautaro!
*Mountain View, CA, USA*
*Giant spiders with guns and cannons on their backs attack the Google headquarters as workers take cover as security guards, armed with brand new HK UMP submachine guns with 9mm caliber ammo. This draws curious media attention as Google's security guards are typically not seen with automatic weaponry.*
Tsuchigumo Gen. Cartwright: Curse you, Marshall, Bob, Frank, Florence, and all the other GSAF defectors! You shall pay dearly for this starting with your souls and blood!
GSAF Giant Demon Spider 1: Your technology belongs to us! We already got pieces of your tech already! Soon, we will evolve and nobody will stop us easily!
GSAF Giant Demon Spider 2: *Fires the autocannon on his back to blow up Google's entrances.* Raid the building my minions and we shall achieve world communism together!
GSAF Giant Demon Spider 3: For Marx and Lenin!
Security Guard 1: Activate the emergency steel doors to hold them back!
Security Guard 2: Follow me to the rooftops!
Security Guard 3: California National Guard troops have arrived!
Soldier 1: Don't worry everybody! The California National Guard has arrived!
Soldier 2: Deploy the machine gun turrets here!
Soldier 3: On my way!
GSAF Giant Demon Spider 4: *Aims his NSV machine gun on his back towards the Google headquarters and opens fire.* I'm going to have fun turning all of you into Swiss cheese!
Tsuchigumo Gen. Cartwright: Be prepared for the G-52s! Because my secret weapons will be summoned on command here! Time to teach these capitalist pigs the consequences for their mass layoffs!
*The Bahamas*
*Cripto gets the message, and he provides the portals. Everybody jumps through.*
*Mexico*
Leandro: Bravo!
*Washington, D.C., USA*
*The Zanicchi Administration gets word of the giant spiders, but Leo opts not to go there.*
Leo: Although I knew we hadn't seen the last of them. I'm not going there, though.
Tom: It's so sad and so traumatizing.
Leo: *to Marshall* Obviously they're after you and everybody else who used to belong to the GSAF, but then deserted them and defected to our side.
*Mountain View, CA, USA*
*Everybody arrives.*
D.W.: Don't those dorks ever get tired of losing?
*Google HQ puts a protective dome up; T2 had used bulletproof and shatterproof glass on it.*
Outrageous Otter: As Michelangelo (the Ninja Turtle) would say, "Not radical!"
*Cripto summons his sword and uses it against the attacking spiders, killing them, while Super C throws fireballs at them.*
Super C: Not the first time you've done this.
Cripto: No; I had to face much harder monsters than this just to past the white kitten's exams.
*Washington D.C.*
Marshall: Of course, because their plans see more destruction than change.
Zax: That's communism for you.
*Mountain View, CA, USA*
Tsuchigumo Gen. Cartwright: You fools!
*Several GSAF cyborgs land from above.*
Soldier 1: Cyborgs?!
Wave Wolf: Cripto! I got an idea! Can you lure Cartwright, that last and commanding giant spider, and his cyborgs, near that red salt pond there? Outrageous Otter and I are going to see if we can use our powers to form waves from that against the cyborgs and Cartwright to rust their weaponry at least. That way you don't have to use your hero strikes.
*Washington, D.C., USA*
Leo: All the more reason the old me was a hawk, and by hawk, I mean die-hard anti-communist. You be the judge, but some claim Cripto single-handedly destroyed communism when he bailed the world out of debt. *His communicator beeps, and it shows exactly what is happening.* And I thought we were done with him.
Tom: I always did hate spiders. Wait; what's Cripto doing?
Leo: The Commander recruited two new superheroes from the Bahamas, one of which is Lucio, my counterpart, but the other one is the female you see there, Wave Wolf. Looks like they're trying out the "bust with rust" strategy.
*Mountain View, CA, USA*
Cripto: Thank you; I appreciate that. Sometimes there is no other way out but to do those hero strikes, but for this scenario, that is not an option.
*Phantom Cat arrives to help him out, and the two find ways to create diversions, which are successful in luring Cartwright and his cyborgs towards the red salt pond. This helps, because one cyborg was going after D.W.*
D.W.: Get off me, you dork!
*She gets the cyborg off her body and thrusts it at the pond.*
Phantom Cat: How much farther?
Cripto: A little bit more to the left, and we got it!
Super C: I've got you covered from the back side. *to Wave Wolf and Outrageous Otter at the right moment* And...GO!
*Washington D.C.*
Zax: If anyone knows their chemistry, they would know where this is going. This is one of the reasons why gun owners must learn about gun maintainance regardless of how reliable their weapons are.
Juno: That and this is how San Francisco produces table salt from those salt ponds.
*Mountain View, CA, USA*
*The cyborg that D.W. threw into the salt pond starts to rust before exploding.*
Wave Wolf: Together now!
*Outrageous Otter and Wave Wolf combine their powers to summon a huge wave from the salt pond that splashes on the cyborg and Cartwright. Each cyborg starts to malfunction before exploding as Cartwright's machine gun on him starts to rust and malfunction.*
Tsuchigumo Gen. Cartwright: What? My gun is struggling to turn and its jammed?!
Wave Wolf: You must be one salty bug.
Tsuchigumo Gen. Cartwright: How did you jam my machine gun like that? *He tries to fire his gun one more time but it explodes as the gun barrel flips quickly and knocks him out on the head.* Ow! *Sees stars and faints.*
Wave Wolf: Now I see why people say not to force a jammed gun to shoot.
*Everybody takes a sigh of relief upon realizing the GSAF has been defeated.*
*Washington, D.C.*
*The administration gets word about Cartwright.*
Leo: Ouch!
Tom: I don't want to look!
*Mountain View, CA, USA*
Doughty Dog: Are you feeling all right?
D.W.: Well, I am angry. Give me a moment to calm down.
Super C: Deep breaths; deep breaths. Don't let it get to you.
Outrageous Otter: Oh, yeah! You go, girl!
*He and Wave Wolf knuckle-bang one another.*
Phantom Cat: Score!
Cripto: What a way to go, though.
Phantom Cat: I know.
Ice Tiger: I wish there was a way to kill that spider permanently.
Lion of Nobility: Some of these creatures are reincarnations of dead GSAF officers. They're not going away permanently, as far as I know, until the supernatural decides enough is enough.
*He says this to keep all secrets about the D-19 secret, but wonders to himself how they judge when it is time for said creatures to die forever because they have broken magical cardinal laws.*
Super C: I think we'll leave it at that.
Super C: (narrating) I can't speak publicly about the D-19 and their members, but it's clear we all knew we were talking about Lady Valmia, the ultimate judge of those headed for the underworld. You do not want to go face to face with her, now or in the afterlife.
Leo: (narrating) I met her, however, when she took a look at my heartless threshold originally. Since then, she has periodically took a look and shown me my improvements, although I still have a ways to go. (She was also among the first to verify that Cripto is a prince of heart; there is no darkness in him whatsoever. That doesn't mean he's perfect, though; he has still done his share of sins and mistakes, so it's mind-boggling as to how he ended up a prince of heart. It's better to just let everybody wonder, though.)
Super C: (narrating) However, both our new recruits were off to a good start, so that's a good thing to focus on here. Hope you have a good one now, and remember to stay alert, stay courageous, and if you don't have the G-52 app, get it! It may safe your life.
Good night.
THE END
The G-52s add new two recruits from the Bahamas: Lucio the Tropical Lion (Leo's parallel from that country) and Wave Wolf. The latter later fights her first battle as a G-52.
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Parallels of Leo joint-owned by me and Chuong
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Chuong: Nice to see superheroes from The Bahamas; America's tropical hideout and getaway. Even better is how the Bahamian embassy in America smells like pina colada.
Wave Wolf: That's Lucio's favorite flavor and drink, without alcohol of course. He also uses skincare products with pina colada in them.
Zax: Now I want a pina colada banana smoothie.
Wave Wolf: That's Lucio's favorite flavor and drink, without alcohol of course. He also uses skincare products with pina colada in them.
Zax: Now I want a pina colada banana smoothie.
Lucio: I have to set a good example for my people, but that is indeed my favorite drink.
Cripto: What exactly is in that stuff?
Lucio: If you include the alcohol, a traditional pina colada is a cocktail made with rum, cream of coconut or coconut milk, and pineapple juice, usually served either blended or shaken with ice. It may be garnished with either a pineapple wedge, maraschino cherry, or both. The drink originated in Puerto Rico, actually, but it's a common sight in the Bahamas. I just drink mine without the rum.
Leo: How do you prefer it?
Lucio: I think I have it blended most of the time when I drink one.
Cripto: What exactly is in that stuff?
Lucio: If you include the alcohol, a traditional pina colada is a cocktail made with rum, cream of coconut or coconut milk, and pineapple juice, usually served either blended or shaken with ice. It may be garnished with either a pineapple wedge, maraschino cherry, or both. The drink originated in Puerto Rico, actually, but it's a common sight in the Bahamas. I just drink mine without the rum.
Leo: How do you prefer it?
Lucio: I think I have it blended most of the time when I drink one.
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