Colmaton, 2018

Rage, cold and unyielding, flowed through Dealanach. He could feel it coursing through him, charging his body and making his palms twitch. He channelled it as best as he could, but the pounding in his head simply became worse and worse.
He soared through the air, seeking out his target. She couldn't have got far, not on foot. "Sandstalker..." He snarled. He could still remember the fear on that old man's face. The old dog was probably semi-senile, and yet Sandstalker had used him as bait without a moment's hesitation. He knew her intention, or at least could guess at it - she wanted whatever heroes came for her to be angry, wanted them to make a mistake. Good. He'd burn that arrogance out of her, if nothing else. Five years of fighting on the streets of Glasgow had taught Dealanach that rage was something he could control. Channel, even. He might be angry, but that didn't mean he was blind. He kept high above the city, above the range of her weapons, and kept his mind focused on his surroundings, scanning possible bolt holes and sniper's perches.

He could feel electronic signals all around him, melding into one massive blur. There were moments when, if he closed his eyes, he could even see a map of the city grid, cut out in blue lines of rippling energy. He frowned - something, a huge burst of power, was surging up towards him from below. Suspecting the worst, he opened his eyes, shifted into a fighting stance, and let the power flow through to his palms. His heart was pounding in his chest, adrenaline already spiking through his veins.

"Woah there, sport!"
The figure that burst up from clouds was a white wolf, slightly shorter than him, well built and clad in a silver suit and blue cape. Dealanach recognised him immediately - he'd have had to be an idiot not to. In the few years since he had appeared earth, The Star had established himself as one of the world's most powerful defenders, even despite an absence of seven months which had never been satisfactorily explained.
Dealanach snarled. "The fuck!?" Electricity sparked between his hands, though he hadn't meant it to. "Get out o' me way!"

The Star shook his head. "Sorry, sport, no can do. No way I'm letting you go after Sandstalker alone."
Dealanach's eyes narrowed at the white wolf. He knew that The Star had been captured by Sandstalker once, and had been humiliated and brutalised by her into acting as her lackey until an ugly and very public confrontation had led to his freedom. He decided to test the wolf.
"If ye're worried about me becomin' her slave, ye needn't bother. I'm not bringin' her in alive."

The Star raised a placatory hand. "I've seen you on patrol Dealanach, and I don't doubt you'd give her one hell of a fight - but Sandstalker's always got another trick up her sleeve. She'll be long gone by now."
"Aye, well, ye'd know, wouldn't ye?"
If that angered the wolf, he made no sign of it. Beneath the mask, his expression was solemn, pensive even. "Stop trying to provoke me, Dealanach. I'm not here to fight you." A smile curled across his lips. "Though, with all due respect, I think that's just as well for you." His other hand closed by his side, meaningfully. "Ever seen a man lift a tank?"

Dealanach knew the threat beneath that boast, and felt a fresh thrill of adrenaline run through him. He could sense the tremendous power The Star had at his disposal, and he had seen demonstrations of it on television. "A whole tank? No. Lifted a cargo ferry, though. With a magnetic field, mind, not wi' me bare hands."
The Star whistled. "Still pretty impressive. But I did a hell of a lot more in the time I was gone than just throw things around like some ganger thug."

Dealanach met the wolf's sly expression with a rueful smile. "Aye. Guess I deserve that last one. But bein' what I am has it's uses, frae time tae time."

The Star chuckled. "No hard feelings. At least you can take as good as you give."
He cocked his head to one side, as though listening to something, and Dealanach could feel the tell-tale buzz of radio signals humming through the air. "Understood." The Star spoke to blank air.
"Intercepted Dealanach, and we're on our way. No, he's a nice guy. No, honey, look, I can't....Alright. Alright, we'll meet you there. I know, I love you to."

Dealanach had been watching this strange, apparently one-sided conversation with amusement, and perhaps a touch of admiration.
"Yer wife?" He queried.
"Fiancé. The Bureau's ordering us to keep clear, they're letting someone else take care of this. Someone who knows Sandstalker well."
Dealanach grunted, and looked down at the city below. "Well, what now?"

The Star shrugged. "I dunno. You up for a coffee?"

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Pic and short story I wrote, featuring  Wil Goldwing's The Star and mentioning  vivavulpes's hero hunter villain, Sandstalker!
Set in the Colmatonverse created by  TRAIN, with the BoS created by  MojoRover