Stan Lee's Mighty 7 Page #2

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Looks like they caught a ride.

Analysis, now. I want to

know who's driving that car.

So, do all the people on your

planet have these super powers?

We don't have super powers.

We just use eighty

percent of our brains.

It magnifies our natural abilities.

Your species only uses ten percent.

We call you mini-minds.

Not a real cheery sort, are you?

Two of us, one of him.

We can take over this

thing and escape.

Apparently your speed is only a

physical talent and not a mental one.

Hey, there's no need

to be insulting.

We are alive right now

because we worked together

to fight back their military.

Deductive reasoning would suggest

we continue to stick together.

You should be safe

here from now on.

Wow.

- You live here?

- Yeah, I wish.

It belongs to a friend.

He's traveling right now.

Oh, that thing is going to

draw a lot of attention.

Is there some way to hide it?

Yuka, make yourself scarce.

Activating molecular reorganization.

That'll work.

What a dump.

There aren't enough bedrooms.

You'll have to double up.

We can share a room.

I think I should stay with her.

What? Why?

For security purposes.

I want every piece of equipment you

can salvage taken back to base.

Found the perfect room

for females. Follow me.

Your fiancee doesn't want

to share a room with you?

I want to know who was

driving that vehicle!

SATCOM's still working on it.

We should have an answer soon.

No!

What's wrong?

They are dismantling our ship.

Access to our technology

would be disastrous.

Yuka, prepare for disintegration!

But you'll destroy

the rescue beacon!

Then let's hope they've already

picked up the signal on Kring.

And if they haven't?

Activate disintegration.

- Are you sure about this?

- Just do it!

Disintegration activated.

Everybody out! Now!

Get me outta here!

John, you folks at Archie are going

to love my new comic book idea.

"reality super heroes".

What are you doing?

It's a command center.

I used equipment

from the escape pod.

It's only until we're rescued.

Rescue means going to prison.

Not being rescued means

we're stranded here.

A prison sentence in itself.

An obvious conclusion that

seems to escape Mr. Happy.

Mr. Obtuse would be

more appropriate.

I don't take well to insults.

Hey, you're supposed to

stop them, aren't you?

They need to work

this out themselves.

Sure, easy for you to say,

I'm the guy who'll have to

pay my friend's deductible.

Look, my father is head

of the Governing Council.

If you all agree to

follow our orders

and not try to escape, I'll have

him cut your sentences in half.

But there's one condition.

There always is.

If even one of you

breaks the rules,

the deal's off and you all

serve your full sentences.

Agreed?

- Fine.

- Agreed.

Captain, look!

Sound the alarm! Abandon ship!

The loss of our tanker is the eighth sinking

of an oil carrying vessel this month.

Xanar.

I want to assure the public

that we are working hard

to stop these attacks on

the world's oil supply.

My friend, amends need to be...

I knew you weren't trustworthy.

It'll do.

We got an ID on the man who

helped the aliens escape.

It's the comic book

writer, Stan Lee.

Get him here.

Hey. This is private property.

I need help.

Comic books? About us?

He wants to turn us into heroes?

He must be nuts.

Oh, sounds fun!

I tell you what.

You just sign a contract giving

me your exclusive rights

and I'll continue hiding

you from our military.

- No one's permitted on this floor.

- I'm not no one.

We've got to keep your

real identities a secret.

So what I've done, I've come up with

names for your super hero characters.

You're Strong Arm, you're

Silver Skylark. And you're...

- The Feral Falcon?

- Uh, no.

- Lady Lightning because...

- I'm lightning fast. Big deal.

I knew I'd regret my mother

letting me quit flying lessons.

He's Kid Kinergy

because he uses kinetic

energy, and he's Micro.

Because I can shrink.

Mr. Lee, that's brilliant.

Suck up.

Stop right there.

That's what I thought.

Taegon slime.

The round one is Roller

Man for obvious reasons,

and the grim one is Lazer Lord.

Sounds harmless enough.

All right. It's a deal.

Great.

I'll have my lawyer

draw up a contract.

Hmm, we exterminated our

lawyers centuries ago.

We can learn so much from you.

What happened to you?

It was Blastok. He escaped.

Who?

The one you call Lazer Lord.

This is where your road ends.

Any sign of him?

Not yet.

How are you gonna spot

Lazer Lord from up here?

The pod has a sub-thermal

tracking device

that can detect the cold

coming from our bodies.

Your body temperatures are cold?

Minus ten centigrade,

in your terminology.

And there's nothing like a

cool body on a hot planet.

Um, do you see that plane?

That big plane?

With two guys sitting in front...

Whose eyes I can see?

We're on a collision course!

Someone wanna tell me

what just happened?

Once the pod is stopped it

can automatically rearrange

its molecular structure

when it comes in contact

with a foreign object, allowing the

object to pass right through it.

Wow, that's great.

Tell me, is there a

bathroom on board?

Hey, this thing is blinking.

Blastok is in that

building below us.

No, use half the concrete,

and no one will ever know.

Surprised to see me again Xanar?

What's Lazer Lord doing here?

Clairvoyance isn't

one of our powers.

Geez, a guy can't ask a simple

question without getting attitude.

Stay here.

Okay, but don't do anything rash.

We don't have a

signed contract yet.

Looks like Blastok's work.

Hold it!

Didn't your mommy tell you

not to play with guns?

It's over, Xanar.

You don't know what

you're up against.

Yes I do.

A scum sucking lower life form.

What the...

Get out!

No, you're not screwin' up my

chance for a lighter sentence!

Hey, I just came

along for the ride.

Enough!

No, that reptiles's mine.

He's getting away!

You're coming with us.

Nice work.

You've just doomed this planet and

everyone on it. Including us.

Geoffrey Barrett, the head of Oil Max

the one you let get away is a Taegon.

Taegons. I hate those guys.

What's a Taegon?

A hostile reptilian hybrid

race from the galaxy Unigra.

And incredibly ugly.

Taegon's infiltrated and

enslaved over 63 planets.

- Why did you confront this Taegon?

- Let's just say it's personal.

I suggest we leave it that way.

Wait a minute. You're gonna let

these guys take over my world?

I fought this battle before.

Once was enough.

On the planet Wimava.

The death and destruction

I saw convinced me

that war has no

victors, only victims.

So I went AWOL.

Life as a fugitive was hard.

The military sent out

patrols looking for me.

I could not get any work.

Stealing was the only

way I could survive.

Touching story.

But we're not letting the

Taegons take control.

Whatever we think of this planet, no

race deserves to be their slaves.

We might be this

planet's only hope.

No, this is outside

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