They did it. The Hulkbusters had defeated the Hulk. What was more, it appeared that he was finally dead. Everyone except for Flux was on the ground due toMessage 1 of 64 , May 2, 2003View SourceThey did it. The Hulkbusters had defeated the Hulk. What was more,
it appeared that he was finally dead. Everyone except for Flux was
on the ground due to his final assault. Everyone except for Flux was
cheering the death of a gray-skinned monster.
Flux rushed over to where the behemoth laid, still and silent. He
couldn't find a pulse, but in a being like the Hulk, it would be near-
impossible for one to find a pulse anyway. Flux began to sweat. It
wasn't so much the fact that his mission was to bring the Hulk in
alive so much as the fact that he wanted him alive.
LaRoquette chuckled. "Finally!"
"No," Flux replied as he lied his ear down on Hulk's mouth. "He's
breathing. He's still alive."
"Not for long!" A Mandroid aimed its arm at the man-monster. Flux
leapt over and broke the robotic arm-missile launcher.
"Our job is to bring him in to Gamma Base, not kill him." Flux then
went back to the Hulk and drug him to one of the overturned jeeps.
He then turned the jeep back over, upside-up. Taking one more
inquisitive look at the Hulk, Flux put him in the back of the jeep...
Caught in the heart of a gamma bomb explosion, Dr. Robert Bruce
Banner now finds himself transformed into Earth's Mightiest Mortal.
Seven feet, 1,000 pounds of unfettered fury: The Incredible Hulk!
The Incredible Hulk #24
By Joel Mccrory
Doctor Leonard Samson finally had the bandana over his eyes removed.
They told him that he wouldn't be allowed to know the location of the
new Gamma Base, or tell anyone, including his West Coast Avengers
teammates, (1) of its existence. It seemed odd, absolutely nothing
like the Gamma Base of old, but he understood that they considered
him a security risk. He was willing to let them take extreme
precautions, if it meant he could see Bruce Banner and the Hulk
again. Ever since he last saw the Hulk, (2) he was wondering what
his current mental state could possibly be... and how close to
breaking he was now...
Now, he knew. In front of him he saw the thin form of Bruce Banner,
held tight by kinetic bonds. His arms were stuck in the air in them,
and it used his own strength against him: not even the Hulk could
possibly escape it.
Samson looked to his right and saw the source of the cigar-smoke he
had been smelling. General Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross, presumed
dead. "Does Betty know?"
Ross's eyes looked very tired, in Samson's opinion. "Know that we
have the Hulk or know that I'm alive?"
Samson looked back at Bruce for a moment before returning his gaze to
Ross snorted. "She knows I'm alive. (3) She also undoubtedly knows
that something is up, since the guards have been ordered not to allow
her out of her room. The same for Janis."
"Jones. Rick Jones's great-granddaughter from an alternate future.
Or some such nonsense. (4)"
"That Janis is here?" Samson walked closer to Bruce's unconscious
"Samson?" Bruce whispered without moving. "Here to... pick a fight?"
"Odd," Samson remarked, "His tone of voice sounds exactly like his
"Maybe 'cause... that's who I am, ya stupid head-shrinker..."
Bruce's teeth began to clatter. "No one's ever gonna... put me
"What? Has something happened? What happened, Hulk? What's changed
your relationship with Bruce so radically?" Samson tried to look him
in the eye, but his eyes were clamped shut as hard as they could.
"I... won't lose... can't lose..."
"Who are you losing to?"
"Who... do ya think?"
"I'll be back," Ross said as he quickly left the room.
"No!" Hulk began to cry out, in a scratchy voice. He lifted his
head for a brief moment before it dropped again.
"Hulk?" Samson whispered. "Bruce?"
Silence for a few brief moments. Then, barely audible to Samson,
Bruce whispered, "I'm here..."
"What's going on, Bruce?"
[The main control room of Gamma Base]
The room had been completely repaired (5) within two days. The extra
security precautions had been completed in a week. It was now
impossible for anything short of Galactus to break in.
Ross walked in and pressed a series of buttons on one of the
consoles. "Sir... uhh, what are you doing?"
General Ross ignored the question and finished the sequence. As he
had been instructed to do. "That's the experimental teleportation
In the center of the room, a thin form, with an odd shaped head,
teleported in. He was green and his clothes appeared to be some odd,
orange-and-black, armor. The top of his head had two large masses,
his brain evidently disproportionately large.
Everyone in the room aimed their guns at him, except General Ross.
Ross stared blankly. The stranger smiled and released mental bolts
that instantly knocked out everyone in the room except for Ross and
"Send for my humanoids. I'll be back in 15.5342001439 minutes."
Ross replied, "Yes, Leader..."
[Two Minutes Later]
Emil Blonsky sat as he had sat for weeks now. He had been waiting.
Now the wait was over.
The Leader had the guards open the secondary adamantium-walled room
and walked in. "It's time, Emil."
The microchip implanted inside Emil Blonsky's head recognized the
voice and activated the program. Finally, the Abomination awoke!
"Well, it's about time."
Ross watched the humanoids that he had brought destroy all lines of
communication to anywhere outside the base. He felt no remorse or
joy. He felt nothing.
The humanoids spread out, covering the entire base. The humanoids
outnumbered humans on the base by at least three-to-one.
Not even the Hulk himself stood a chance this time.
[The Gamma Study Lab]
Here were the machines that would fill the Abomination with enough
power to kill the Hulk with ease. The Leader would've just brought
his own machines, but the kind of teleportation used could have
resulted in the machines exploding, causing the equivalent of a
miniature gamma bomb. Better to be safe.
The Leader pressed the button and the Abomination was filled with
gamma radiation. Enough to kill a Hulk. Enough to kill two Hulks.
Enough to kill an entire army of Hulks.
They were finally ready to confront the good Doctor Banner.
[The Hulk Room]
Samson knocked on the wall. It was thick. At least titanium,
probably a lower-level secondary adamantium. He returned to his
patient. "And you say that he just suddenly returned?"
"It was... more like... he's been there, but only slowly getting
louder... louder... until last night, when he nearly broke free..."
"And--" Samson bit his tongue as something large slammed down on the
back of his head. Bruce looked up and saw the Abomination smiling,
behind him a humanoid and the Leader.
The humanoid released Bruce from the kinetic bonds. Bruce hit the
ground head first. Abomination and the humanoid then put Samson in
the kinetic bonds. Bruce stood up, making eye contact with the
"So... Omnibus with surgery or are you actually the Leader?"
"Look at who I have with me. Which do you think is the case?"
"Nice to see... I didn't kill you..." (6) Bruce laughed weakly.
"No, I was able to survive. As was General Ross, as you can see. Of
course, it was I who brought his soul back, after I finally perfected
"So... you're controlling him still?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't I want to control the leader of such a
place as Gamma Base?"
"What..." Bruce wobbled for a moment, "Do you want... this time?"
"Oh, it's fairly simple, really," Leader smiled. "I promised the
Hulk who fancies himself as being civilized that I would kill him.
You're going to transform into him so that I can."
Bruce wiped the sweat from his forehead. "It's not... that simple..."
"I really have no reason to kill you, or that gray buffoon, or even
the insipid savage monstrosity, at this point. All I want is to kill
the one who nearly killed me and almost wrecked all my plans."
"It's not... that simple... I can't just... become him..."
"Well," Leader pulled out a gun, "If it's motivation that you
"No! Don't! You mustn't!" Bruce hollered and ran towards the
Leader. The humanoid pushed him into the wall.
"If this is what it takes for me to finally be vindicated, then so be
it." Leader took aim and shot him first in one leg, and then the
...and the madder...
Bruce cried out in pain as he collapsed. "You don't know what you're-
...Hulk is strongest...
"By the way, Doctor, these are adamantium-tipped. I built the gun
myself, and, as you can feel, it is able to send the bullet
completely through you with ease."
...the stronger Hulk gets...
"Swiss cheese," Abomination laughed under his breath.
...strongest one there is...
Leader then shot Bruce once in each arm. "Have I motivated you
...does what Hulk wants...
"Very well, then," Leader took aim and shot Bruce in the chest.
Bruce tried to scream but could only gurgle up blood and convulse.
...no one stops...
"I do hope this works." Leader then tapped the gun on Bruce's
forehead and squeezed the trigger.
"Let's give him a few minutes." Leader and his humanoid left the
room. "If I'm not back before he comes, feel free to soften him up."
"My pleasure," Abomination grinned. He looked at the unconscious and
bound Samson. "Finally, after all these years and humiliating
defeats, I finally get to give you jerk-offs what you deserve!"
"How's it feel now, Samson?" Abomination punched Samson in the
stomach and he awoke coughing up blood. "How's that feel--"
He paused as he thought he heard something. Something he hadn't
heard in awhile. He glanced back to the corpse of Doctor Robert
[To Be Concluded]
1. Yes, Samson is currently a WCA reservist! If you haven't yet,
check out the Alternate Marvel Universe's flagship title, WCA, right
2. During Devil's Night! See AMU's West Coast Avengers #18!
3. Ever since "Room Full Of Mirrors," AMU's Incredible Hulk #18-21!
4. See Future Imperfect #1-2, Incredible Hulk #443-445, and AMU's
The Incredible Hulk #5-6, 17-21, and Annual #1! Or just take General
Ross's word for it!
5. To see the damage, check out AMU's Incredible Hulk #18-21!
6. See The Incredible Hulk #400!
Pyron found himself in Chicago, wherein he was met with an offer by a rich old man. An offer to lead a brand new team of super-heroes, to be the public faceMessage 64 of 64 , Apr 21, 2004View SourcePyron found himself in Chicago, wherein he was met with an offer by
a rich old man. An offer to lead a brand new team of super-heroes,
to be the public face of his uber-secret organization. The team
currently consists of Pyron, the Tracker, P'Shaw, the new Masher,
and Ion, the man formerly known as Flux, and now Half Life, who is
being forced to help them against his will
The Order #31
The agent of the Order stared at his reflection in the windows as he
walked through the alleyways. He had become a creature of ice,
"Forgot, I'll be needing you," a voice from behind him rang out. As
he turned, a tunnel of ice sucked him in. He screamed for a moment
before his body shattered into a thousand icy pieces, which
evaporated into steam and was reabsorbed into the tunnel.
The tunnel reverted to the form of Hal Gordon, who was now taller
and bigger than before, now looking like a bodybuilder. He patted
his belly, feeling satisfied after the equivalent of a meal.
"Not bad," Hal grinned, "I think I'm going to enjoy this."
Masher grew to twenty feet tall to match his robot opponent. Ion
pounced at the other twenty foot tall robot, knocking it on its back
with his momentum. Masher traded blows with the robot, quickly
crushing its chest and deactivating it.
"Darn," Gremlin sighed, "what I get for going with cheaper metals."
"Now, then," Masher said as he picked Gremlin up by the neck, "What
did you do to our agent?"
"He was one of yours?" Gremlin smiled before kicking upward,
spinning himself around and striking Masher's oversized arm.
Masher, surprised rather than injured, dropped him. He expected the
pint-sized criminal to probably be pretty hurt from such a fall.
Instead, the Gremlin landed on his feet and smashed into Ion,
"When did this guy get power?"
Gremlin threw a punch into Ion's face and Ion fell over. Masher
shrunk down to utilize a greater speed which came with a smaller
size to deal with him. After returning to normal height, Masher
found the Gremlin to be even more of a pain to catch. Gremlin
bounced around at the last second before the Masher would have
This continued for several minutes until the Gremlin finally jumped
into the Masher's face, knocking his helmet off. Masher hit the
ground and passed out.
Gremlin laughed as he looked down at the two pathetic heroes,
defeated by his own physical power. Then he started to feel a bit
queasy and weak in the legs and pressed a button. Smaller robots
emerged from beneath the ground and picked the two unconscious men
Gremlin grabbed the Masher's helmet and followed the robots back to
"Has Ion or Masher reported in yet?" Pyron inquired.
"Nope, not yet," the Tracker replied. "You want me to go check up
"No, I need to make sure you stay conscious to continue our psychic
link and Half Life's security systems."
"Machine Man can do that function, as well."
"The security, but not the psychic link-up. That's too valuable to
risk just yet. After you get the nanites up and running to allow us
to continue to link-up without you, then you can go jumping into
"You know, I'm not a pansy and my armor isn't exactly --"
"It would take Iron Man all of three seconds to knock you offline.
Look, just do it," Pyron stepped inside his office and closed the
"Iron Man? Pfft," Tracker snorted before walking on.
Pyron sat down in his chair and watched as the flame around him went
out and ashes fell all around him. He saw, for only the second time
in several years, normal skin which belonged to him. Thanks to Atom
Smasher, he could now switch between human and `thermal man' forms.
[Toronto, Ontario, Canada]
Men in red armor fell to their knees, their brains being knifed by
psychic energies. Their special light guns, which they had been
selling to local criminals to help contribute to the downfall of
Canadian society, had no effect on their enemy, who was the cause of
all their current pains.
Psykos stood in the middle of the warehouse, confident in his
abilities and lack of vulnerability. Telepathic energies surged
outward from him in every direction, striking down all Sirius
members who were there.
"Bravo," Psykos heard someone say behind him. Someone he couldn't
Psykos turned to see a heavy, pink-furred being in a bright business
suit. "Are you the leader of this group, Sirius?"
"Oh, no," P'Shaw answered, "If I were, you would already be dead."
Psykos fired a beam of cosmic energy at P'Shaw, who easily leapt out
of the way. "I'm not here for a fight, you know "
"Then what do you want?"
"To offer you a place in the Order."
Masher woke up without his helmet. "What a weird dream," he
muttered to himself, "a super-hero heh "
Then he noticed that he couldn't move his arms or legs. He looked
down and saw that he was tied to the chair and was in some sort of
evil scientist's laboratory. "Oh crap," he groaned, "not a dream."
He looked to his right and saw Ion gritting his teeth and flexing as
though he were in great pain. Ion howled out, sweat pouring from
the top down. "Don't look so disturbed," the Gremlin said as he
came into view, "he's getting the same serum my minion you killed
earlier received. Isn't metabolizing the way it normally would,
though. Odd, that."
"And here I thought it was just standard rabies," the Masher
remarked, hoping to get some information from his foe.
"No, it's much more powerful than that," Gremlin smiled, "I might
just infect the water supply or something. I haven't really made
any definite plans yet. The important thing is my other serum,
which amplifies my own physical abilities, as you saw earlier."
"Yeah, so you've got your own super soldier serum," Masher
growled, "so why do you need mindless minions, too?"
"Easier to control, moron."
Ion screamed out as his super-powered anti-bodies did battle with
the artificially-produced serum. Without any muscle control, Ion's
body broke free of its bonds and collapsed onto the ground, shaking
and foaming at the mouth.
Gremlin fled to his desk, where he pulled out a serum which he
quickly downed. "Ah," he smiled.
Masher saw his helmet on a counter close to the Gremlin. He must
have assumed that it was merely a pretty decoration that might sell
for a few hundred dollars rather than an immense power source in
Ion rose to his feet, panting and the sweat still raining down from
his face. "You're done," he declared, "I won."
"You can't win," Gremlin growled, "you don't have the --"
Ion plowed past the Gremlin, scooping up the Masher helmet as he
clothes-lined the Gremlin. Gremlin fell on his back but quickly
scuttled away. Ion threw the helmet like a horse shoe, clinking on
Masher's head. A bolt of energy discharged, breaking through the
ground and the ceiling. Masher broke free as he increased his
height to twelve feet, the top of his head sticking out the hole in
"I can tell that the tide of battle is beginning to change," Gremlin
snarled before pressing a button on the wall. He jumped into a
Masher and Ion ran to the chute only to find that it was now just
several feet of hard metal. "Is it just me," Masher asked, "or did
that seem too easy?"
Ion sighed, "too easy. Run."
Masher reverted to normal size and followed Ion, who still ached all
over and barely had any control over his body just yet, out of the
building. Moments later, said building exploded.
Ion fell over from the shockwave of the detonation, but Masher
caught him before he hit the ground. `Tracker,' Masher
telepathically spoke to the team's teleporter and telepath, `take us
home. We're done here.'