Army of One

[proto_humanist]

Deep underground in New Albion, Vandal Savage labors in his newly constructed laboratory facility. His specialized new army was coming together nicely. The gunman. The pilot. The warrior. And of course, the tactician was in place. He still had yet to recruit the spy, but his project for today was the final member of his overt forces

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[jla_randoms]

The dusty metallic figure stirs, and suddenly snaps into a saluting posture.

"Command override acknowledged. J.A.K.E., reporting for duty, colonel!"

[proto_humanist]

"'Colonel'? Hmph. Must be a glitch. At ease, soldier. I want you to study the maps of the island I have prepared. You're going to be our last line of defense if push comes to shove."

[jla_extras]

"The recognition software could use a pinch. No matter, I'll have it rewired by the end of the hour." A second voice stands next to Savage, and glances over a readout.

"Tell me again, this is the only way?"

[proto_humanist]

Savage smiles, wearily.

"You think I enjoy this part? You know as well as I do that the aliens of this universe have always held a particular interest in and hostility towards this planet. Its destruction is an inevitability, and until I perfect my research, I still require the human race to survive if I am to do the same."