Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2024 02:33:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Joseph Klimczak Subject: The Tales of Sol 72 A The Tales of Sol 72A By Joe at3unit3@yahoo.com This is a fictional story it is not intended to imply that any members of the Backstreet Boys, Nsync or 98 Degrees are gay, or any of the other celebrities mentioned are homosexuals. If you are not old enough to read these stories do yourself a favor don't get caught. The same goes for those people whose countries have these sites made illegal. And for everyone else enjoy Captain Planet and related characters was created by R.E Turner and copyright by AOL Time Warner Company and Trademark by TBS Productions Babylon 5 and all related characters and props were created by Michael Straczynski and copyright by Warner Bros. Star Trek and all related characters created by Gene Roddenberry. Copyright Paramount Transformers and all related characters, and props are trademarked by Hasbro inc. Copyright Rhino Home Videos and AOL Time Warner Entertainment CO He-Man, She-Ra, related characters, and props are trademarked by Filmation 1980's Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Angel and all related characters created by Joss Whedon. Copyright 20th Century Fox. Batman, and all related characters created by Bob Kane. Copyright DC Comics and Warner Bros. X-MEN, and all related characters created by Stan Lee. Copyright Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox. To those who've been reading Tales of Sol. I want you to know that while there is sex in this story. That is not is sole purpose and yes I do hope the sex sense makes you all hard and gets you off. Sol is an adaption from my childhood favorite show Captain Planet and the Planeteers, The cartoon showed us that the world can be a better place if we took a few moments to care for it. Tales of Sol is meant to express hope. It is also shows how music can have an impact in our lives. While I don't know if my favorite bands 98 Degrees, Backstreet Boys or Nsync have ever read this. They saw me through some of the hardest moments of my life and offered in their own way hope. To them I say thank you. I dedicate the Tales of Sol to all of my brothers and sisters of the US armed service past, present, and future. I like to thank my friends who I had the privilege showing these chapters with. They helped with editing and inspiration, John Rivera, Albert-Russ Alan Rivera-Odum, Derbe.D. Hunte Yvette Ortiz Samuel Diaz Jr for all their help in Making The Tales of Sol an enjoyable story to write. And I have a few other names starting with the beginner of this universe. James the author of Tales of a Real Dark Knight. I still hope to reconnect with you dear friend and all the rest of this series. Blake the author of Tales of a New Phoenix Jeremi author of the Tales of Young Mutants I am adding a few more remarks. 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Quillbot Inc. https://quillbot.com/ The Tales of Sol 72A Ahola I awoke in the middle of the night. I looked at my alarm clock, and it was still only one in the morning. This meant Dave and I had time to go over my new powers and how much they improved, especially with the aid the X-Men had given us and me. Since I was training with them,. Okay, it was a few sessions in the middle of that mess Devin was creating for Brian. But even those brief training sessions were a monumental help, and I know Dave was itching to see what I can now do. So, with time on our side, I called Dave's number right away. He was irritated that I had woken him up until I explained why I had called. "Mike, we can meet at the Lair," Dave said, eager to see everything. He wanted to see the whole range of powers, albeit significantly watered down while I was in human form. I left for the Lair on my own personal subway line. I couldn't help but think. I remember poring over the recordings archived by BEATTI. I had scrutinized my transformation repeatedly. Each playback, each image of Sol cutting through the sky at breathtaking speeds. And riding a high-speed train only seemed to amplify that feeling I had when I remembered that flight. The dive into the ocean depths to salvage the Backstreet Boys' submerged plane amplified my grasp of this augmented reality. Much like the fact that I was riding a secret train to a highly secured base meant to protect Philadelphia. These were most definitely a change in my reality. I didn't have a choice but to accept that I was riding a train underground and that I was Sol, the Earth's newest champion. That didn't affect my feelings about it. Captain Planet was an unrivaled hero. "Cap I have some really big shoes to fill when it comes to your accomplishments, and I really hope I can make you proud." On an empty metro vehicle, I mumbled, not expecting anybody to hear me. "This is your call, Mike; you better give me a good reason to be awake at this time of night," Dave said as I arrived at the Lair. Dave made fun of I'm holding my hand up and turning it granite. "This is just a small demonstration, Dave," I said. "Mike, I've seen you move an entire hanger above us, and you woke me up to show me that?" I said with a grin, "I said this is just for starters; when I moved that hanger, I could barely carry it 900 feet in both hands, Now I can carry that same hanger with one hand." Dave and I left the Lair and made our way down to the original lake, where I gave Dave an eyeful. Dave was really taken aback. Before, I could barely hurl a 50-ton rock 500 yards; today, I can manage a 1000-ton boulder and launch it roughly 20 miles, minus the unforeseen geological upheaval; this time, I did not create a landslide that relocated our lake ten feet. And that's just to get started. I had a lot more to offer my mentor than just greater strength. Within me were all of Nature's might. As Dave and I were training, it became clear I would have to go back to the X-Men to hone these extraordinary powers, but that is for later. For now, I wanted to show Dave what these new powers can do. Dave, who had observed my development since the inception of my capabilities, shared my wonder at the leaps of progress. I demonstrated to Dave how fluidly I could metamorphose into the very elements of our planet. No longer did my combustion into flames kindle fear or concern--he watched, more fascinated than alarmed. The revelation that I could morph into diverse forms of water left him speechless, and my accelerated healing factor underscored the growth. As the dawn of these revelations unfolded, my comprehension deepened: change is inextricably interwoven with consistency. The evolution of my capabilities did not detract from the essence of who I am; instead, it emphasized the constancy of my core--the unwavering spirit that seeks to protect and nurture life on Earth. However, the more things changed, the more they remained the same. Despite the significant growth in my abilities, prudence was still paramount. Without the Planeteers' rings to access the Crystal Matrix, my restoration was not without bounds; too much energy expenditure still left me highly weak. In the midst of strategizing with Dave, we were contemplating various methods for replenishing my energies through sunlight or electrical sources. Water was also a great way to restore my powers, but our conversation was interrupted. "Mr. Pennock, you have a new appointment on your schedule," BEATTI interjected with her usual precision. She notified us that Tony Blake had arranged for Steve to escort me back to the hotel instead of having me rendezvous with Brian and the rest of the Backstreet Boys at the airport--a detail that had somehow escaped my previous planning. Puzzled, I had queried why Steve's presence was necessary, half-expecting to simply meet everyone directly at the airport. In response, BEATTI conveyed that it was by request of the group's tour manager for me to join them en route, a testament to the trust and regard they held for me. I was struck by the gesture, and even Dave wasn't surprised, given my history with the band. "It's just a continuation of the bond you've already forged," he remarked, reminding me of past instances where my intervention had made a difference to their safety. As much as I appreciated the impromptu training session and Dave's mentorship, which always proved invaluable, our time was cut short. With the necessity of meeting Steve, I excused myself, sparing a moment to return to the Lair for a quick, invigorating shower in my stateroom--a luxury afforded by the Earth-filtered water of our sanctuary, which never failed to rejuvenate my mind and body. Clutching my less-than-fresh attire, I made my way to the subway, anticipating the journey that laid ahead. The secret underground railway had seen the L6000 arrive at my residence, right on time--a sophisticated way to traverse the depths beneath the city. Greeting me upon arrival were familiar faces: Jake Morow and his girlfriend, Dana Rachel. I had entrusted them with the care of my home during my Hawaiian adventure, confident in their vigilance and appreciative of their support. BEATTI, ever the diligent AI, reported the presence of a black SUV outside--signature transport of the Backstreet Boys' security detail, with Steve at the helm. His presence at my front door signaled that it was time to depart. Matching Steve's promptness, I dashed up the basement stairs, a hurried figure making strides toward departure. My clothes, bearing the testament of the night's exertions, found their temporary resting place beside the washer--a task for another time--as I prepared to meet with the security personnel waiting for me. The anticipation of reuniting with friends and stepping into new experiences was enough to quicken my step and set the tone for the journey ahead. My luggage was securely stowed in the back of the security SUV, and Steve and I conducted one final sweep to ensure nothing was left behind. With everything accounted for, we set out for the hotel where I'd meet the Backstreet Boys before we took off for Hawaii. Upon arrival, Nick's familiar voice rang out, "Mike!" His enthusiasm was infectious as he rushed forward, enveloping me in a robust bear hug. Greeting him with an affectionate pat on the back, I managed, "Nick, good to see you," between strained coughs. Perplexed by his lively demeanor, I quizzed, "Why so chipper this morning? You're usually not a morning person." Nick's laughter was light and carefree. "C'mon, we're off to Hawaii! Think of the sunshine, the waves, and the stunning beaches," he beamed, already enchanted by the promise of paradise. Feigning indifference, I retorted, "Sure, if you insist." I arched an eyebrow at Nick to make it clear that I was far from convinced. "Volcanoes and exorbitantly priced souvenirs--oh, what an exhilarating escapade," I added with a flourish of mock drama, aiming to inject a touch of humor into our departure. Nick's laughter assured me that, despite my pretense, the prospect of the trip was as exciting to me as it was to him. "Yeah, yeah, let's just see if Kevin's set to go," Nick suggested as we made our way to Kevin's accommodations. Anticipation hung thick in the air as we edged closer to his room. Upon entry, we found Kevin meticulously packing the last items into his luggage. Casting a doubtful glance his way, I quipped, "Didn't Nick assure me that you were all ready?" Nick shot a slightly exasperated look in Kevin's direction. "I really thought we'd be halfway to the airport by now," he grumbled, barely concealing his impatience. Caught in the crossfire of our gentle ribbing, Kevin asserted defensively, "I'm done, really. I'm just double-checking everything. Last-minute rituals." It was at this moment that Howie and AJ walked in, their baggage in hand, ready for the day's travels. Howie, sensing a mild commotion, prompted, "What have we walked into here?" I gestured nonchalantly towards Nick and explained, "Nick led me to believe we were ready to roll, but Kevin here was still far from dressed when we arrived." Nick struggled to keep a straight face, and a snort betrayed his attempt at composure. Kevin seemed to oscillate between surprise and mock indignation at my teasing. With his voice raised just enough to carry his feigned shock, he exclaimed, "I was not, and you know it!" His glare was sharp but lacked any real edge; after all, he was family, and this light-hearted banter was what bonded us even closer as we prepared for the upcoming tropical escape. AJ couldn't resist jumping into the playful atmosphere, teasing with a smirk, "What are you doing, flashing the neighbors? Kevin Richardson, was there a flash sale on exhibitionism?" Kevin's stern gaze didn't waver as he decided to commit to the joke. With a measured sway, he lowered his pants just enough to showcase his new black boxers. "Well, if you're all so interested, I thought I'd give everyone a sneak peek of my latest fashion acquisition," Kevin quipped while offering a cheeky display. The lighthearted moment was interrupted as Frank and Brian entered, with Brian immediately questioning, "Kevin, what's with the impromptu show? You are mooning the hallway?" Kevin, seizing the chance to share the blame, retorted as he hastily readjusted his pants, "Direct your curiosity at your boyfriend here," throwing a faux accusatory glance in my direction. His face was flushed, yet the playful ambiance softened any embarrassment. I merely offered a guileless grin in response to his mild consternation. As Frank steered the conversation back to focus, he chuckled, "Okay, Kevin, if you're finished with the hallway performance, the SUV's waiting downstairs to drive you guys to the airport." The laughter that spilled from us all was hearty and sincere, leaving barely enough breath for composure. Between gasps for air, Nick interjected, "Alright, Kev, wrap it up. We've got a plane to catch." The jovial teasing was the perfect send-off as we gathered ourselves together, ready for the impending journey to Hawaii. Caught in the whirlwind of banter, Kevin hesitated, momentarily uncertain whether to direct another scowl my way. Instead of opting for the dramatic, he theatrically snapped his suitcase shut, joining the laughter that had taken over the room. "Alright, alright, we're ready to jet off," Kevin conceded, the mirth evident in his voice. Playfully turning the tables, he added, "Since you're so helpful, you can lug our luggage." His grin was as mischievous as his tone. Feigning helpfulness, I responded, "I could... but then I might accidentally let them tumble down the stairs." Howie interjected just in time, "No need for that; I've already buzzed a bellboy for our bags, Kev." Kevin feigned a sulk. "You just had to spoil the fun, Howie?" But Nick cut in, the humor still lingering in the air: "No worries--Mike already spiced things up plenty by showing up." As we prepared to depart, I willingly took charge of Kevin's bags alongside my own carry-on. With spirits high and a seasonal escapade on the horizon, we made our way to the airport, ready for the next chapter of our shared adventure. By any standards, the 19-hour-long flight from Philadelphia to Hawaii was a long ass flight, no matter what. The most noteworthy adventure that began during the first hour or so of the flight was anything but boring, especially with Brian and Nick sitting on each side of me. We had discussions, jokes, and a kind of camaraderie that only close friends can have, and their familiar and warm presence made the passing of time more joyful when they weren't abusing me or making me feel like their raging hardons. The trip was only the start of our journey together, and the tour stop in Hawaii seemed to be an interesting one. They added a great deal of entertainment value to the flight. This continued until they began to drift off to sleep in their chairs. I took advantage of the opportunity Reaching for my carry-on, I felt the familiar shape of my Fighting Pike nudged against my leg--a concealed yet constant companion, reminding me of the Guardian's ever-present readiness. Once I got my computer out of its carry-on bag, I pulled down the serving tray, powering it up. I began by putting my headphones into the jack and opening my music program. I figured I would enjoy some tunes for this flight. The opening notes of the Backstreet Boys' "Drowning" filled my ears--a cherished track that never failed to resonate with me. The next thing was to take care of business, and the lack of in-flight internet posed no issue; thanks to BEATTI's foresight, all the necessary files were saved for offline reviewing, allowing me to pour over them thoroughly and implement any requisite edits. I began to look through several files, starting with the Philadelphia Geothermal Power Plant. sifting through a range of files, beginning with important documentation pertaining to the Philadelphia Geothermal Power Plant. This transition to the practical paperwork and energy statistics of the power plant operations served a dual purpose--it guided my hormonal rush back toward equilibrium and engaged my mind in the pragmatism of business matters. Diligently, I tackled any documents highlighted by BEATTI that had flagged for me items that required my attention. Once I had wrapped up all the tasks Dave had assigned, I saved the revised files to forward them to Stacy upon landing in Hawaii. I began with any documents BEATTI When I finished all of Dave's requests, I saved them all and planned to send them to Stacy as soon as we arrived in Hawaii. Also on my computer were files that were of a more confidential nature, as they were reports forwarded to me by my pain-in-the-ass computer, BEATTI, status updates on Elizar's whereabouts, and the continuing search for homes and families of all those children the Pie Piper had kidnapped. Monitoring the restoration progress of both the George Washington Bridge in New York and the Walt Whitman Bridge in Philadelphia. These were the next items on my to-do list. But before I could review them, it was a pleasant surprise to find a message from Tela. BEATTI must have forwarded the message, opening it. The message contained an email the Lair's newest member, a telepathic and telekinetic mutant code named Tela, sent me. Tela stated that she had spoken with Professor Xavier and that they had begun a more extensive training exercise for her to assist us in fighting vampires and other demons. After seeing Tela's message, I checked to see if there were others. Once I read them, I went back over and made several replies. All were marked to be sent as soon as we got to our hotel in Hawaii. With the pleasant stuff out of the way, I had to return to the more not-so-pleasant reports BEATTI sent along with all the current readings on the worldwide restoration after Count Mullack's evil planet-draining scheme. I did as much as I could before my laptop's battery lost power. Fortunately, I always have a backup, putting my laptop back in its carry-on and pulling out my iPod with music. Now my only vice, I still had over 7 hours left on this flight. This was still going to be a long ass flight. About 2 hours left in the flight, my iPod had died, so with no music left to accompany my thoughts as we approached our destination--tucking away my iPod, "Note to self: next time you are on a 19-hour flight, buy extra batteries for your laptop," I muttered mild annoyance to myself. To be continued And this is where I end this chapter. Next up is Hawaii and all the fun and excitement of tropical paradise. 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