A non-canon Colmaton fanfic!

Dealanach, Fallback, Herb, Block and the villains: Me

Teragauss, Ironsides, Digger and the O'Leary family:  Kythra

Star Avenger, Colmatonverse:  TRAIN

BoS:  MojoRover

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"Will that be all, sir?"
The coyote tilted her head and smiled pleasantly. The gorilla turned to look at her.
"Yes thank you."

General Fabrice tightened his neat red tie and left the bank with a smile on his face. The place was just ripe for the operation he was planning.

He felt a thrum in his pocket and pulled out his phone as he walked. He cut a fine figure in the latest Gucci, bought with money made from the finest diamonds Africa's earth could yield up.
But diamonds could only be sold once at a time, and to different buyers at that.

General Fabrice needed more. He needed more money to pay the lawyers, more money to keep Interpol off his back.
And more money to keep up the treatments, too. After all, having X-Ray vision came at a price.

"We're ready to go, here." He spoke confidently.
"Just two guards, no problem. How is our little diversion coming along?"

He stopped outside a TV store, as the answer to his question came breaking onto the screen:
Bridge collapses - Many feared dead - Bureau on scene

A cold, arrogant tone provided the voiceover for him as he watched the carnage.
"Bringing it down was no problem. I can see a few of those Bureau morons on scene."
"Who?"
"That stuck up bitch Spar seems to be in charge of the whole thing. Let's see, we've got Herb herself, Digger, Ironsides and the rest which I can't name. A fat elephant, a flatchested lynx who seems to be floating on a cloud, and a mouse who looks like he'd fall over in a breeze."
The gorilla nodded. "Then we should put our plan in motion."

~

"Here ya go, big fella."
The middle aged bear sow winked as she set the food down on the table. Duncan nodded in thanks, managing as best a smile as he could with his scars.
He'd become something of a regular at the diner ever since he moved here. It was a good place to buy a big breakfast to start the day off. He tucked into a plate of waffles and bacon , chomping it down with gusto.

"Oh no..."
He turned to see the waitress looking up in horror at the TV screen, and as his eyes followed hers his heart began to race.
The south bridge wasn't far from here - why the heck hadn't they called him up? He groaned inwardly as he remembered he was supposed to be on sick leave. Minotaur had to be begged before he would even let him leave the infirmary, after the Flu virus had hit. He shoved that thought away, reaching into his pocket and leaving 20 dollars on the table.
"Be right back Mrs Gage. Keep 'em warm fer me, aye?"
Before the bewildered waitress could reply, the young Scots otter was already halfway out the door.

No sooner than he had left, Duncan ran into an alleyway.
Without thinking for his identity, the otter looked skyward and shot into the air. As he did so he tore away the cheap hoodie and ragged jeans, exposing underneath a huge frame, clad in a rock grey bodysuit. A Blue lightning flash down his front announced him to the world.

Dealanach.

Snatching his communicator, the flying otter flicked it to standard as he made a b-line for the scene of the accident, down off main street at the south of the city.
"This is Dealanach, on my way to the South Bridge."
It was Ironside who replied. The otter's heart thumped as he heard the emotion in her usually flat voice.
"Thank god, Dealanach hurry, for fuck's sake! We were just about to call you, we need everyone we got down here, there was a whole bus of spring breakers and...and..."

The otter grunted. "Almost there, hang tight."

On foot, it would have taken more than an hour. Flying, Dealanach got there in just five minutes.
What he found was even worse than what the News had dared to show.

The entire midsection of the southern bridge had simply collapsed, without warning or explanation, plummetting a whole bus and several cars down onto the free way below. Dealanach didn't need to look closely - he could smell the tang of blood as he drew near.

The heroine Spar had been in the area, and was now doing her best to get everone organised. Herb was there, the small weasel clad in her usual bright green leotard and domino mask. She and Ironside were between them treating the serious casualties, while the paramedics did their best to treat broken limbs and fractures. The armoured leamur Ironside had removed her wolfish helmet and gauntlets, and the sadness was etched on her features as she worked.
His heart sank as he heard the agonised bawling of a small child, the little boy's pain soothed only by a whispered spell from Herb.

Digger himself was raising huge chunks of debris aside in his claws as gingerly as he could, turning to face Dealanach. The mole was managing well, but in his eyes Duncan could see he was hurting with every cry for help.
"Dealanach, good... You're needed over there, the firechief is trying to free casualties from a family car but its too badly crushed."
Wordlessly, the otter went about his duty. The firechief was an alligator with the same tired eyes all his kind had.
As the huge, scarred otter strode over some of his crew stepped back warily. A dalmatian whispered to his fox partner, staring at the youth's gnarled visage.
"Jesus, they're real!"
"O' course they're real ya dummy, ya think NB were drawing them on when they showed him on tv?"
"N-Nah man, but I thought they'd enhanced them somehow, ya know like they used to do with Lady Liberty's rack-"

The chattering pair were silenced by a glare from their chief, as he explained to the otter what needed to be done.
"We think there's a family inside, but we don't know what kinda condition they're in. We can't use the wet cutter because there are wires running through this bridge, and we can't get the pincers in place neither because of the rubble. We need you to try and bring the car back into shape, get the roof off if ya can. Can ya do that?"

Dealanach nodded, and raised his arms, eyes closing as he concentrated. Everything seemed to go quiet. The metallic tang of ozone filled his mouth as suddenly, his mind was opened to the world of magnetics and electricity.
He could feel it all - the constant prickle of radios, deafened by the hum of the city grid. He would have to "tune", first. He reduced his sensory field, pulling it in closer. As he did so it became finer, more distinct.

Sure enough, he could feel three gentle electrical pulses coming from the car. "Three heartbeats right there. All in the back seat."
Wordlessly, Dealanach set out a an expanding sphere, the firecrew working on other vehicles as clumps of reinforced concrete rose of their own accord into the air and were dumped in a pile with the other debris.
The otter ignored all else. Three heartbeats in the back - he hated to think what that meant for those in front. Who was it this time? Business colleagues on a trip to the city? Friends on spring break? A family?

The red Toyota was almost unrecognisable, as Dealanach set himelf to work.Raising his palms, the otter felt the twisted metal gradually give, screeching and groaning as it was bent back into shape like tin foil.
"Stop, that's enough!"
The fox shot a hand up, and Dealanach held the ruined roof of the car up while the fireman peered into the wreckage with a torch.
"Okay, we got casualties! We got three kids here, I need medics over here now!"

Dealanach was about to enquire about the parents, but one look told him it was a lost cause. He felt the bile rise in his throat - he'd seen gunshot and knife wounds since he was 12...but there was no saving the the couple in front seat. He couldn't even make out their species, there was dust and blood everywhere. Clambering over them and into the back, the fox looked over his shoulder at the otter.
"Can you get the roof off?"

Without replying, Dealanach raised up his hands and with a groan and a snap the roof came clean away, and light flooded the back of the family car.
They were raccoons, the three children. The oldest was 14, the middle one 9, and the youngest six.
The youngest was the only one conscious. The little girl's eyes were screwed up and her cheeks puffy with tears. A terrible scream left her mouth as she came awake.
"Mummy! MUMMMYYYY!"
Dealanach was already there next to the fox in the back, putting his body between the children and the sight of their parents.

Reaching out with huge hands, he gingerly took the screaming child in his arms and did the routine checks for injuries. Miraculously, the little girl was unharmed.
Floating in mid air, the otter cradled the child as he came to rest by Iron Wolf.
"Dealanach?"


The otter looked down at the squirming child, who was still sobbing into his chest. He was unaware of the suited hero's hand on his shoulder, as she tried to rouse him.
He stood there, caught by one of the news cameras, covered in dust with his head bowed over the bundle in his arms.
Slowly, he walked over to the ambulance then placed the child in the arms of a paramedic, before returning to the pile of rubble without a sound.

The rescue operation was cut short as Spar raised a finger to her ear, the mare frowning. Not far away, Digger shook his head as he looked over the bridge itself. The mole was gesturing up and down at the areas where the bridge had collapsed away.
"This was no accident. This bridge was brought down by explosive charges."
The mole turned to look back at his colleagues.
"This was murder."

Silence went over the heroes, who had by now gathered around. "But....Why?" Herb whispered, tears watering in the female weasel's eyes. "W-Who would do such an awful thing?"
Dealanach was silent.

Spar came over, her face one of contained fury.
"A team of un-identified meta-furs and their thugs are currently attacking the Central Bank. They've already killed a security guard."
Ironsides clenched her fists, the leamur growling.
"You think they could be behind this, Spar?"
"It's pretty far to go, but from the descriptions we're getting they're led by a gorilla with radioactive vision. General Fabrice."

"Who?" Digger frowned. He was answered by a stern, mature voice in his earpiece. Teragauss had been listening in the whole time, the rabbit soaring through the air towards them at top speed.
"He's a Congolese war criminal turned supervillain. Wanted for kidnapping and murdering three German aid workers and massacring the village that protected them. And sorry I'm late Spar, that ship rescue took longer than I expected, I'll be at the bridge in five. How is Dealanach holding up?"
"Oh, he's-"
She turned to find an empty space where Dealanach had been standing.
"....Oh crap, he's gone to the Central Bank! Teragauss, we need you to get your skates on and take over here with Herb, Sphere and Digger, while me, Block, Fallback and Ironsides will make for the bank as quick as we can!"

The huge elephant named Block grunted in agreement, as Spar and he got into a reinforced SUV, followed by the diminutive weasel Fallback. Ironsides puled on her helmet and gloves and shot up into the air on her rocket propelled boots.
"Do hurry Spar, Dealanach is on his own."
Spar turned on the siren as the car took off.
"I'm sure he'll be fine Teragauss, don't worry!"
"It's not just Dealanach's physical safety I'm concerned for."
"...What?"
"If those villains are behind all this, Dealanach might actually kill 'em."

Ironside's metallic voice interjected. "I will go oon ahead and try to catch him up. Together the two of us can slow them down, perhaps."
"Good thinking, Ironsides, but be careful."

~

The guard's corpse was still smouldering, microwaved from the inside by Fabrice's eye beams. The female goat's eyes were glassy, staring up at the ceiling with her gun still halfway from her holster.
Fool. Threw her life away for strangers, hah.
The gorilla had exchanged his suit for grey urban camouflage, his face concealed by a full black hood. He was festooned with weaponry, and over his eyes he wore what looked like night vision gogles. In reality, these were what made him so lethal - the goggles concentrated his radioactive eye beams into lethal rays that could cook an enemy in seconds.

Taking the bank had not been much bother. He had ten good henchmen after all, in addition to the three partners in crime he had brought together for this job. He had picked them all - the goons were all brutal characters, men and women used to killing without mercy and armed with an assortment of high power assault rifles. They all had their own motives, but as long as they kept the common goal in mind it was no matter.

Not far away, the green-clad bomb-maker Doctrine was stuffing money into sacks. For all his anti-capitalist rhetioric, the owl was good at it. At the desks a large wolfess menaced a crowd of customers and bank tellers. Savager had her uses when muscle was needed, but she was no genius.
For that, they had the computer whiz Neuro - the Squirrel nerd was irritating, his lust for heroines often providing an unecessary distraction, but he could hack anything and everything simply by plugging into it. He wore a suit made of special fibre with pads on his palms and feet, accentuating his technopathic abilities considerably.

Right now, Fabrice had him working on the bank's online accounts, draining them of funds with ruthless efficiency.
"Shit, with this cash I can buy a whole harem."
The nerd snirked conceitedly, as Fabrice grunted.
"Just hurry up and get that money. Doctrine's little distraction won't keep them for long. The police out there are no problem for us, but we don't want to be bogged down in a running battle with Agents."
Savager chuckled nastily, her muscles swelling under her standard outfit of combat trousers and heavy black body armour. "Aww, those heroes are soft dummies. They'll be stuck there for hours."

Fabric'es reprimand was cut of by a stern shout.
"Stop right there!"
Everyone - villain and victim alike - turned to gaze up at the window.

The figure silhoutted in the light was no Bureau Agent - it was an impala, clad in a blue bodysuit with a white star emblazoned across her generous bust.
Star Avenger's eyebrows furrowed in anger as she caught sight of the slain guard. "Lucky I came back for a visit - because it looks like I'm needed!"
She dodged to the side just in time to avoid a beam of lethal heat from the gorilla's eyes.
"It's STAR AVENGER! SAVAGER, KILL THE BITCH!"

At that the impala spun around the pillar and squeezed off three blasts of energy from her open palm, forcing the gorilla to cover. She moved back just in time, as Savager picked up her signature weapon - an AA-12 automatic shotgun.
She licked her lips, as next to her she heard the familiar crack of buckshot striking marble. This was a pickle, for sure - she hadn't counted on there being so many, but all she needed to do was hold them up long enough for the cavalry to arrive.

Her radar senses were what saved her, as General Fabrice attempted to outflank her while Savager kept her pinned down. She leaped up a whole storey, grasping the marble edge of the balcony above the main entrance and somersaulting over.
Her feet landed squarely into the face of an armed goon with a wet thud, the bear collapsing back unconscious. She ducked down as Savager turned her attention up, and sparks began to fly off the marble banisters as she let rip again. "I'll get you, YA BITCH!"

Star Avenger was not expecting what happened next.
Fora horrible moment, she thought one of the customers had been hurt as a how rang through her ears. It took her only a split second to realise it was one not of pain, but rage.
In that same moment, the door seemed to explode in a shower of glass fragments and wood.

There in the doorway stood an enormous, hideously scarred otter, a young male clad in grey with a blue lightning bolt down his front. His hands were surrounded by crackling orbs of energy, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the nearest villain - Savager.
The wolfess turned with a snarl and pumped a burst of buckshot. At that range, the otter should have been turned to jelly. Instead she could only watch in dismay as the buckshot seemed to slow and scatter off him as though it were just rain.

Her shotgun seemed to wrench itself from her hands, and a loud "OOF" was forced form her lungs as the roaring otter charged forward and slammed a crackling fist up into her gut. The wolfess was thrown back across the room and slammed against the marble wall with a crack. Two goons opened up with their AR-15s, only for both to be sent screaming to the ground as the otter shot a single bolt of electricity straight into them from his hand.


Seeing her chance, Star Avenger leaped down from the balcony and landed right ontop of Doctrine, hurling him to the floor. She found herself seized in two vice like hands, and her heart raced as she found herself staring into a pair of bloodshot blue eyes.
"I-It's okay, I'm a friend, its okay!"
"Dealanach, let her go, she's with us!"
The second voice came from what looked like a flying suit of armour. Ironsides sailed down and landed next to them. Str Avenger was surprised at the feminine voice that issued from the broad frame.
The otter released her in an instant and tore away, hurling himself at Fabrice. The gorilla just had time to fire off a beam of energy that struck the otter square i nthe chest. The otter's roar became a yell of pain, but he kept on going, slamming shoulder first into the gorilla and slamming him against a pillar.


Star Avenger was lifted up by Ironsides, and wordlessly the two heroines began to lay about the assorted goons attempting to protect their boss. Their fists and feet flew as frequently as did energy blasts, the impala crippling a bear with a blow to the leg and sending a monkey writhing in pain. At the same time Ironsides shielded Star Avenger with herself, bullets sparking off her armoured frame.

Doctrine hefted one of his handgenades and sent it sailing through the air, only for Ironsides to intercept it with a well aimed blast that vapourised it in mid air before it could detonate.
A smart kick to the owl's groin from Star Avenger, and he was on the floor, wheezing in agony as the two heroines turned their attentions to Neuro. The nerd was attempting a getaway through the back door, but instead he let out a screech of agony as a bolt of electricity struck him square in the back. He collapsed to the floor, a wet patch appearing between his legs indicating he had lost bladder control.

The pair turned around to see Dealanach standing there, the otter's palm upraised. His huge shoulders heaved up and down with every breath. Behind him lay the mangled, bloody body of General Fabrice, still coughing shallowly through a mouth of shattered teeth.
The otter had beaten him so badly one of his eyeballs was loose in it's socket, the other swollen shut. Blood pooled out over the white marble from lacerations all over his face where the otter's fists had made contact.

He was still shaking, as Star Avenger approached cautiously. "You're Dealanach, right? My name's Star Avenger."
Her eyebrows raised in shock as looked at his chest. Bang in the centre was a smoking whole burned through his costume, and beneath it a livid, crackling burn.
"A-Aye....I am he...."
The otter walked a few paces before falling to his knees, hissing in agony.

Ironsides rushed to the otter's side, as through the ruined door came a mare clad in camouflage boots, followed by a male weasel in a red jumpsuit and a huge male elephant in green. Spar turned to Star Avenger, looking around at the devastation as Block and Fallback set about checking on the hostages and securing the prisoners. Star Avenger rapidly introduced herself, but the caracal was all business.
"What the hell happened here?"
Star Avenger shook her head, aware that she was talking to a heroine more than 200 years older than herself.
"I don't know. Picked up the incident on the scanner and came here, I was supposed to be just visiting. Savager had me pinned down, then he comes in and sends her flying."

Ironside's metallic voice rang out. "Ma'am, we have to get Dealanach to the infirmary, he's taken a big hit!"
Spar looked around, and her eyes fell first on the body of the guard, and then on the still moving lump that was General Fabrice. Her nose wrinkled in disgust.
She looked around as the paramedics came bustling in, along with armed police officers.
"Treat him last, there are others who need your help."
Her gaze told them not to argue, as she got on her comm link.

"Teragauss, it's Spar. Dealanach, Star Avenger and Ironside managed to overcome them, but Dealanach got full blast of Ironside's eyebeams. We're airlifting him out to the infirmary for radioation poisoning."
The voice that came in reply was curt with worry. "Things are wrapped up here, so I'll be there waiting."

~

Dealanach's eyes flickered open, as his vision was filled with white. He had tried so hard - and that little girl's screams had cut through to him in a wa he had never thought he'd feel. For the first time in a long while, he'd felt true anger.
"Duncan?"

The otter looked up, into the face of Teresa O'Leary. The rabbit doe was looking down at him, her face full of care and love.
"Duncan, you did so well."
She whispered, stroking his hand as another voice joined her. As he awoke fully, he was aware of a whole group crowding around him, Digger and Ironsides holding bunches of flowers.
"I feel like shit...." He muttered.

Herb smiled brightly, the stress of the last few days apparently gone for now.
"Well, that mean's you're alive for certain. You took a big dose of rays Dealanach, but I've managed to clean you of it. You're lucky it was only a brief jolt, otherwise your heart would have been broiled. As it is, you're gonna need some weeks off work."

Not far away, Spar conferred with Ironside and Teragauss. The heroine shook her head. "No, ma'am. Herb tell's me there's no way his suit alone stopped that. I think Dealanach is way tougher than he lets on."
The leamur had removed her armour, and was wearing a skin tight bodysuit. She smiled, watching Dealanach as he tried to brush off Herb's attentions. Teragauss nodded in agreement. The rabbit had felt real fear when he had heard the news, but seeing the boy well had eased his fear.
"Doesn't surprise me. Herb isn't gonna let it scar, she says, otherwise it would slow him down, tighten his skin too much..."
Spar nodded. "As it is, Fabrice is going to face a war crimes tribunal, while the others will all get harsh sentences at Galatap."
She turned to the TV set.
"Star Avenger couldn't stay. But she left a card on the desk, wishing Dealanach well."

Teragauss chuckled. "Another one? At this rate the HQ is gonna need a new letterbox. It'll be the 12th well wishing card he's got today!"

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