A day in the life of Paul Starr
To RogueFanKC: I'll try to provide a tender moment, but that's not my forte. My specialty is humor. If it comes out terrible, sorry man. By the way, can you guess why I named Bulldog's pet Davey Boy?
Chapter 8: Dating Disaster!
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((Man, I can't believe we won the talent contest despite our sound system getting screwed up. Man, how lucky are we? I mean, not many bands can say they got a hit from terrible playing. Quiet Riot could, and we could, but no one else. Hoo boy. Anyway, the guys and I are going to go back to the Pit and celebrate with soda, popcorn, and our favorite movie, Beverly Hills Cop. Man, that Axel Foley always manages to pull a good prank, even on those who most expect it. Hoo boy. Perhaps we'll bring the X-Girls. I know Lance will definitely bring Kitty. Oh yeah! Before I get completely off topic, like I tend to with talks like these, Bulldog managed to get himself a date with Storm. I heard that he got an outfit he liked. Lionheart's dog-sitting Davey Boy, and Shipwreck's still having a hangover, so looks like disaster can't possibly strike. But then, a Joe and an X-Man are on a date, so anything can happen.))
A Harley-Davidson, whose theme was the Union Jack, decorated with a fierce-looking bulldog head on each side of the gas tank, pulled up to the front of a restaurant. Two people were riding on it. When the motorcycle stopped, they removed their helmets, revealing Storm and Bulldog.
"As my sister once said: I gotta hand it to you Yanks. You sure know how to make a motorcycle." Bulldog snickered.
"I have never been on a motorcycle before." Storm told the English Joe.
"Perhaps I could teach you to operate a motorcycle sometimes." Bulldog said. They dismounted, and entered the restaurant. A waiter seated the two of them.
"So, I understand you were a pilot." Storm inquired.
"Yeah. One of the best the RAF had." Bulldog smirked, pulling a pair of brass wings from his pocket. "I got these when I became an Ace."
"Ace?"
"An Ace is a common term, but not many know what it means. A pilot becomes an Ace if they manage to shoot down five or more planes." Bulldog explained. "I did fly during the whole Persian Gulf thing back in '91. Got six kills."
"How about your sister?"
"She has three." Bulldog said. "It's very hard to shoot down a plane when you're inside another plane. I suspect that taking down an enemy aircraft is no problem for you considering that you have no need for a plane to fly. And Hannah tends to get a little trigger-happy at times." Bulldog joked. "Oh, my friends back at my old squadron would love you." Storm laughed. "Maybe I will tell you about them some time."
"How did you and Lionheart end up in GI Joe?" Storm wondered.
"Well, that's quite a story." Bulldog explained. "Lionheart and I are the best pilots in the RAF. Our superiors contacted the Joes and told them about us. Thought the Joes might like some members from other countries. Of course, Hawk was thrilled. As soon as that, Hannah and I said good-bye to our friends and family, and left for America. When I went to one of Ace's flying initiations, I could've sworn that I had gotten airsick for the first time in my life." Ororo laughed at that.
"I personally would love to hear more about your family. You've told me about your aunts, uncles, and your cousins." Ororo remembered.
"Did I tell you about Cousin Tom? He's a constable. You Yanks would call him a cop." Bulldog added.
"Him, too." Ororo replied. "What about your parents?" Bulldog's face turned painful, and his head drooped.
"I………I………I don't want to talk about it." Bulldog sighed sadly. "It's………tragic." Ororo placed a hand on Bulldog's.
"I'll change the subject." She offered.
"No, it's alright." Bulldog insisted. "You see, my father wasn't much. He left me and my mother when I was two, and Mum was pregnant with Hannah. The three of us lived in poverty, until one day. Mum was walking down a street one day. We were staying with our Aunt Edina and Uncle James at the time. She was………attacked and killed by some thugs. Common street punks." A tear fell down Bulldog's cheek. "Aunt Edina and Uncle James took us in. I was six and Hannah was four at the time. I loved my mother, and Lionheart barely knew her. I felt lost without her. I had lost both parents, and I felt alone. I grew up an angry young man. I was a little terror."
"You?" Storm raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I was. I just felt like Aunt Edina and Uncle James were not capable of replacing my mother. I felt like they were replacing my mother, and I had no say. Things only got worse when my powers emerged. Think about it. I was thirteen, a troublemaker, a man who hated the people who tried to teach him right from wrong, and I discovered I could easily punch through brick walls and talk to dogs in my mind. I would often run away, and call on the neighborhood canines to keep my aunt and uncle occupied. Cops often caught me stealing and vandalizing. They got the shock of their lives when I tipped over their cars with one arm, not to mention turn their own attack dogs against them." Bulldog sighed. "I still couldn't let go of my mother. I had missed her so badly, and I felt like nothing I did blocked out the pain. I just wanted her back. I felt like I had no one to turn to. Until I was seventeen. I was exploring a basement, and I found it covered in some very large, odd webs. It turned out to be a mutant. The poor sod had such an extreme mutation. He looked like a half-man, half-spider. I had no clue how he did, but he knew about my mutant abilities. He was so frightened to see me. He had lived in that basement his whole life, the poor sod. He told me he knew what it was like for me, losing everyone he loved. His parents abandoned him, and he was shunned his whole life. He said I should be thankful of what I had. He had no siblings, no friends, and no family. I had my aunt, uncle, cousin, and sister. I could pass for a normal human. He couldn't. I can't tell you his name. He made me promise to not reveal it." Bulldog sighed. "I still miss her. There are times when I imagine that I'm still six, saying good-bye to my mother at her funeral."
"How did you end up in the military?" Storm asked gently.
"I was eighteen, and had a rap sheet a mile long. The judge said that either I go to jail or join the armed forces. I chose to join the Royal Air Force." Bulldog smiled slightly. "They straightened me right up. I discovered I had a talent for flying planes. Not long after, I found out my sister had joined, and she rose up the ranks. After a mission in the Persian Gulf, we both got promoted to Colonel. Not long after, our CO recommended that we try joining a group of elite American soldiers called GI Joe. I heard of them, thought they were loons, but my sister whole-heartedly agreed. Said she'd love to represent Queen and Country." Storm laughed.
"She certainly does a fine job of that, in between chasing Barbecue." Storm joked.
"No kidding." Bulldog laughed. "When she saw Barbecue for the first time, her eyes glazed over. I suddenly thought 'Oh no, Hannah's got a crush'. When she was in high school, she had a crush on some guy named Wilson or something. She would never leave the poor clown alone. He thought he was being stalked by bloody Joan Jett." Bulldog laughed. While Storm and Bulldog were talking, a shadowed figure watched them.
"I got you now, you bloody Joe." The voice growled in a thick British accent. "You destroyed my beautiful modified BATS, so now I'm gonna destroy you." The shadowed figure ran off. "There has got to be some device I can use to………" He noticed a car nearby. The figure sighed. "Oh bloody man, why can't people put rocket launchers on their cars?" The figure turned into a binary code-covered shadow and he appeared to jump inside the car, making it start by himself. The figure had possessed the car, thanks to its having an on-board GPS computer. He made the car turn and drove to the restaurant's front entrance. He drove the car right through the doors, with a smash of breaking glass. The diners and employees screamed in fright and ran away.
"What in the bloody name of………" Bulldog and Storm jumped out of their seats.
"Hello, Joe." The car greeted in a mechanized British accent.
"Virus." Bulldog realized. "Ran out of robots to possess?"
"Shut up!" Virus snapped. "You destroyed my modified BATS!! My art!! My creations are my bloody art!! You had no right to smash them!!"
"Well considering that they tried to blast me, it was all in self-defense!" Bulldog growled.
"Is that the Dreadnok you told me about?" Storm asked.
"Yeah. He's known as Virus. A mutant with the ability to possess machines. From what Lionheart told me, he seems to have a slight fixation on Althea." Bulldog replied. "Virus couldn't possess a car unless it has computer chips in it. It must have OnStar or something like that. A GPS."
"Bingo, you filthy Joe!" The car's rear wheels started turning at high speed, kicking up smoke. It let go of the brakes and tried to run down the two elder mutants.
"You have got to be kidding." Storm sighed as she fired a thunderbolt at the car's radiator. The radiator exploded and anti-freeze flew everywhere.
"AAAAAGH!!!" Virus screamed in pain. Bulldog angrily ran to the side of the car, and ripped the door out. He peeked inside the car and found the GPS. "Hey!"
"Nice try, Dreadnok!" Bulldog growled as he ripped the GPS out, but Virus leapt out in time. He smacked his shoe sole into Bulldog's head, making the Joe stagger. Bulldog may have been able to bend steel bars with his bare hands, but unlike Blob, he had no invulnerability. Virus fled the car while Bulldog recovered, and Storm rushed to his side.
"Man, I wish I still had that lousy Samurai-Tron." Virus growled as he fled. He wasn't much of a physical fighter, so he fled.
"Let me at him!" Bulldog growled. The car wreck in the middle of the restaurant had started to catch on fire.
"Bulldog, we'd better get rid of this wreck before it explodes!" Storm reminded. Bulldog's attention was turned back to her.
"I got the wreck. You take care of the fire." Bulldog told her. With a nod, the mutant weather goddess called upon a rain cloud to douse the flames. Bulldog lifted the ruined car body and crumpled it up into a cube. Once crumpled, he put it outside. The two looked around and the empty and slightly wrecked restaurant. "I guess dancing is out of the question." He joked. Storm sighed.
"We'd better leave before the people come back and blame us." Storm groaned.
"Quite." Bulldog agreed. They left on Bulldog's motorcycle and returned to the X-Mansion.
"Before Virus attacked………" Storm took off her helmet.
"Bloody coward." Bulldog grumbled as he took off his helmet.
"It was a nice dinner." Storm complimented.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Bulldog smiled. "Sorry about Virus, though."
"Not your fault, Bulldog." Ororo laughed. "He got scared off for a while."
"Yes, he did." Bulldog agreed. The British Joe rubbed his head nervously. "Uhm, would you like me to walk you in?"
"I'm alright. Thanks again." Ororo answered. KA-BLAM!!!!!!! Storm sighed when she heard an explosion from the X-Mansion.
"OWWWWWWWWW!!!!! TABBY!!!!" Peter's voice echoed.
"Need help?" Bulldog asked.
"Sure. We might need someone who can move Colossus." Ororo replied. She smiled at Bulldog as she took to the air. Bulldog smiled at the flying Ororo. The English pilot leapt back on his motorcycle, and followed her inside to help her with Peter.
"At least the night wasn't completely wasted." Bulldog chuckled to himself.
"PLEASE TABBY!!! MERCY!!!" Peter's voice echoed. KA-BOOMMMMMM!!!!!! "OWWWWWWWCH!!!!"
Well, another typical night! Disaster, a date, a performance, and the X-Boys get badly hurt. What madness will happen in the next story? This is L1701E, hoping to see you all again soon!
To RogueFanKC: I'll try to provide a tender moment, but that's not my forte. My specialty is humor. If it comes out terrible, sorry man. By the way, can you guess why I named Bulldog's pet Davey Boy?
Chapter 8: Dating Disaster!
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((Man, I can't believe we won the talent contest despite our sound system getting screwed up. Man, how lucky are we? I mean, not many bands can say they got a hit from terrible playing. Quiet Riot could, and we could, but no one else. Hoo boy. Anyway, the guys and I are going to go back to the Pit and celebrate with soda, popcorn, and our favorite movie, Beverly Hills Cop. Man, that Axel Foley always manages to pull a good prank, even on those who most expect it. Hoo boy. Perhaps we'll bring the X-Girls. I know Lance will definitely bring Kitty. Oh yeah! Before I get completely off topic, like I tend to with talks like these, Bulldog managed to get himself a date with Storm. I heard that he got an outfit he liked. Lionheart's dog-sitting Davey Boy, and Shipwreck's still having a hangover, so looks like disaster can't possibly strike. But then, a Joe and an X-Man are on a date, so anything can happen.))
A Harley-Davidson, whose theme was the Union Jack, decorated with a fierce-looking bulldog head on each side of the gas tank, pulled up to the front of a restaurant. Two people were riding on it. When the motorcycle stopped, they removed their helmets, revealing Storm and Bulldog.
"As my sister once said: I gotta hand it to you Yanks. You sure know how to make a motorcycle." Bulldog snickered.
"I have never been on a motorcycle before." Storm told the English Joe.
"Perhaps I could teach you to operate a motorcycle sometimes." Bulldog said. They dismounted, and entered the restaurant. A waiter seated the two of them.
"So, I understand you were a pilot." Storm inquired.
"Yeah. One of the best the RAF had." Bulldog smirked, pulling a pair of brass wings from his pocket. "I got these when I became an Ace."
"Ace?"
"An Ace is a common term, but not many know what it means. A pilot becomes an Ace if they manage to shoot down five or more planes." Bulldog explained. "I did fly during the whole Persian Gulf thing back in '91. Got six kills."
"How about your sister?"
"She has three." Bulldog said. "It's very hard to shoot down a plane when you're inside another plane. I suspect that taking down an enemy aircraft is no problem for you considering that you have no need for a plane to fly. And Hannah tends to get a little trigger-happy at times." Bulldog joked. "Oh, my friends back at my old squadron would love you." Storm laughed. "Maybe I will tell you about them some time."
"How did you and Lionheart end up in GI Joe?" Storm wondered.
"Well, that's quite a story." Bulldog explained. "Lionheart and I are the best pilots in the RAF. Our superiors contacted the Joes and told them about us. Thought the Joes might like some members from other countries. Of course, Hawk was thrilled. As soon as that, Hannah and I said good-bye to our friends and family, and left for America. When I went to one of Ace's flying initiations, I could've sworn that I had gotten airsick for the first time in my life." Ororo laughed at that.
"I personally would love to hear more about your family. You've told me about your aunts, uncles, and your cousins." Ororo remembered.
"Did I tell you about Cousin Tom? He's a constable. You Yanks would call him a cop." Bulldog added.
"Him, too." Ororo replied. "What about your parents?" Bulldog's face turned painful, and his head drooped.
"I………I………I don't want to talk about it." Bulldog sighed sadly. "It's………tragic." Ororo placed a hand on Bulldog's.
"I'll change the subject." She offered.
"No, it's alright." Bulldog insisted. "You see, my father wasn't much. He left me and my mother when I was two, and Mum was pregnant with Hannah. The three of us lived in poverty, until one day. Mum was walking down a street one day. We were staying with our Aunt Edina and Uncle James at the time. She was………attacked and killed by some thugs. Common street punks." A tear fell down Bulldog's cheek. "Aunt Edina and Uncle James took us in. I was six and Hannah was four at the time. I loved my mother, and Lionheart barely knew her. I felt lost without her. I had lost both parents, and I felt alone. I grew up an angry young man. I was a little terror."
"You?" Storm raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I was. I just felt like Aunt Edina and Uncle James were not capable of replacing my mother. I felt like they were replacing my mother, and I had no say. Things only got worse when my powers emerged. Think about it. I was thirteen, a troublemaker, a man who hated the people who tried to teach him right from wrong, and I discovered I could easily punch through brick walls and talk to dogs in my mind. I would often run away, and call on the neighborhood canines to keep my aunt and uncle occupied. Cops often caught me stealing and vandalizing. They got the shock of their lives when I tipped over their cars with one arm, not to mention turn their own attack dogs against them." Bulldog sighed. "I still couldn't let go of my mother. I had missed her so badly, and I felt like nothing I did blocked out the pain. I just wanted her back. I felt like I had no one to turn to. Until I was seventeen. I was exploring a basement, and I found it covered in some very large, odd webs. It turned out to be a mutant. The poor sod had such an extreme mutation. He looked like a half-man, half-spider. I had no clue how he did, but he knew about my mutant abilities. He was so frightened to see me. He had lived in that basement his whole life, the poor sod. He told me he knew what it was like for me, losing everyone he loved. His parents abandoned him, and he was shunned his whole life. He said I should be thankful of what I had. He had no siblings, no friends, and no family. I had my aunt, uncle, cousin, and sister. I could pass for a normal human. He couldn't. I can't tell you his name. He made me promise to not reveal it." Bulldog sighed. "I still miss her. There are times when I imagine that I'm still six, saying good-bye to my mother at her funeral."
"How did you end up in the military?" Storm asked gently.
"I was eighteen, and had a rap sheet a mile long. The judge said that either I go to jail or join the armed forces. I chose to join the Royal Air Force." Bulldog smiled slightly. "They straightened me right up. I discovered I had a talent for flying planes. Not long after, I found out my sister had joined, and she rose up the ranks. After a mission in the Persian Gulf, we both got promoted to Colonel. Not long after, our CO recommended that we try joining a group of elite American soldiers called GI Joe. I heard of them, thought they were loons, but my sister whole-heartedly agreed. Said she'd love to represent Queen and Country." Storm laughed.
"She certainly does a fine job of that, in between chasing Barbecue." Storm joked.
"No kidding." Bulldog laughed. "When she saw Barbecue for the first time, her eyes glazed over. I suddenly thought 'Oh no, Hannah's got a crush'. When she was in high school, she had a crush on some guy named Wilson or something. She would never leave the poor clown alone. He thought he was being stalked by bloody Joan Jett." Bulldog laughed. While Storm and Bulldog were talking, a shadowed figure watched them.
"I got you now, you bloody Joe." The voice growled in a thick British accent. "You destroyed my beautiful modified BATS, so now I'm gonna destroy you." The shadowed figure ran off. "There has got to be some device I can use to………" He noticed a car nearby. The figure sighed. "Oh bloody man, why can't people put rocket launchers on their cars?" The figure turned into a binary code-covered shadow and he appeared to jump inside the car, making it start by himself. The figure had possessed the car, thanks to its having an on-board GPS computer. He made the car turn and drove to the restaurant's front entrance. He drove the car right through the doors, with a smash of breaking glass. The diners and employees screamed in fright and ran away.
"What in the bloody name of………" Bulldog and Storm jumped out of their seats.
"Hello, Joe." The car greeted in a mechanized British accent.
"Virus." Bulldog realized. "Ran out of robots to possess?"
"Shut up!" Virus snapped. "You destroyed my modified BATS!! My art!! My creations are my bloody art!! You had no right to smash them!!"
"Well considering that they tried to blast me, it was all in self-defense!" Bulldog growled.
"Is that the Dreadnok you told me about?" Storm asked.
"Yeah. He's known as Virus. A mutant with the ability to possess machines. From what Lionheart told me, he seems to have a slight fixation on Althea." Bulldog replied. "Virus couldn't possess a car unless it has computer chips in it. It must have OnStar or something like that. A GPS."
"Bingo, you filthy Joe!" The car's rear wheels started turning at high speed, kicking up smoke. It let go of the brakes and tried to run down the two elder mutants.
"You have got to be kidding." Storm sighed as she fired a thunderbolt at the car's radiator. The radiator exploded and anti-freeze flew everywhere.
"AAAAAGH!!!" Virus screamed in pain. Bulldog angrily ran to the side of the car, and ripped the door out. He peeked inside the car and found the GPS. "Hey!"
"Nice try, Dreadnok!" Bulldog growled as he ripped the GPS out, but Virus leapt out in time. He smacked his shoe sole into Bulldog's head, making the Joe stagger. Bulldog may have been able to bend steel bars with his bare hands, but unlike Blob, he had no invulnerability. Virus fled the car while Bulldog recovered, and Storm rushed to his side.
"Man, I wish I still had that lousy Samurai-Tron." Virus growled as he fled. He wasn't much of a physical fighter, so he fled.
"Let me at him!" Bulldog growled. The car wreck in the middle of the restaurant had started to catch on fire.
"Bulldog, we'd better get rid of this wreck before it explodes!" Storm reminded. Bulldog's attention was turned back to her.
"I got the wreck. You take care of the fire." Bulldog told her. With a nod, the mutant weather goddess called upon a rain cloud to douse the flames. Bulldog lifted the ruined car body and crumpled it up into a cube. Once crumpled, he put it outside. The two looked around and the empty and slightly wrecked restaurant. "I guess dancing is out of the question." He joked. Storm sighed.
"We'd better leave before the people come back and blame us." Storm groaned.
"Quite." Bulldog agreed. They left on Bulldog's motorcycle and returned to the X-Mansion.
"Before Virus attacked………" Storm took off her helmet.
"Bloody coward." Bulldog grumbled as he took off his helmet.
"It was a nice dinner." Storm complimented.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it." Bulldog smiled. "Sorry about Virus, though."
"Not your fault, Bulldog." Ororo laughed. "He got scared off for a while."
"Yes, he did." Bulldog agreed. The British Joe rubbed his head nervously. "Uhm, would you like me to walk you in?"
"I'm alright. Thanks again." Ororo answered. KA-BLAM!!!!!!! Storm sighed when she heard an explosion from the X-Mansion.
"OWWWWWWWWW!!!!! TABBY!!!!" Peter's voice echoed.
"Need help?" Bulldog asked.
"Sure. We might need someone who can move Colossus." Ororo replied. She smiled at Bulldog as she took to the air. Bulldog smiled at the flying Ororo. The English pilot leapt back on his motorcycle, and followed her inside to help her with Peter.
"At least the night wasn't completely wasted." Bulldog chuckled to himself.
"PLEASE TABBY!!! MERCY!!!" Peter's voice echoed. KA-BOOMMMMMM!!!!!! "OWWWWWWWCH!!!!"
Well, another typical night! Disaster, a date, a performance, and the X-Boys get badly hurt. What madness will happen in the next story? This is L1701E, hoping to see you all again soon!