The Squadron has teamed-up with a number of supergroups almost as often as it has clashed with a villainous organizations.
AKA Jannikka Salome Anders, UNTIL Superhuman Registry No.: 597420
Base of Operations: Monster Island, Japan; Millennium City, MI. USA
Group Affiliation: Squadron Dark
Motivation: Responsibility of power
Abilities: The subject a range of psionic abilities (classified as a “Marvel” under RAPTURE protocol) Telepathathic abilities include long range communication, local perception alteration, projection of “Anti-Violence Field” inhibiting hostile action against her and her allies, illusion-casting which often takes the form of making opponents think they are on fire or under attack from knives and the ability to upload and download memories. Via telekinesis, the jubject can fly, lift several tons at a range of 100 meters and project a protective force field, which she has used to compress enough air into a TK pocket to travel to the Moon unaided. A peculiar ability that she refers to as the Orgone Flames allows her to heal herself or those around her with psionic flames.
Skills: The subject is a polyglot with a mastery of Swiss German with an imperfect command of English added via psionic download. Anders also holds an undergraduate degree in psychology.
Paraphernalia: : standard-issue RAPTURE uniform
Vulnerabilities: Anders’ psionic power far outstrips the limitations of her human body. RAPTURE’s accelerated training programme has taught her how to overclock her brain to boost her powers but using them in this fashion causes a toxic build-up in her brain similar to lactic acid in muscles, which necessitates her sleepinh up to 16 hours per day to recover.
Threat Level: Beta
Anders grew up in Basel, Switzerland, daughter of a pharmaceutical worker single mother. From an early age, she exhibited telepathic and telekinetic abilities but kept these hidden and used them for minor petty gains. She coasted through school and a degree in psychology, growing increasingly bold in her manipulations of those around her.
When RAPTURE caught up with her, she was living gratis in an upmarket hotel, partying and supporting a small group of friends with stolen proceeds. She was subdued by RAPTURE agents and taken to the new Ravenswood Unit in Millennium City and trained to be a field operative and de-programmer in RAPTURE’s fight against PSI.
Anders proved to be the most powerful student they had yet enrolled, with natural psionic gifts across the full spectrum of cerebral (Cherry), physical (Peach) and assistance (Angel), classifying her as a “Mandarin” with multiple gifts. She was placed in the Accelerated Programme, designed to bring her “precious gifts” up to speed as quickly as possible. Chafing against the authoritarian nature of this course, and her abduction, she gathered together a small group of allies within RAPTURE called the “Marvel Girls and Boys”, picked from among the top multiple talents. When the time was right, she caused a riot within the school complex and made good her escape.
She was classified as a rogue telepath (“turning red”) by RAPTURE, changing her callsign from Terahertz Mandarin to Terahertz Red Marvel. Huntedf by RAPTURE telepaths and badly in need of sleep after over-extending her powers, the paranoid and ragged Red Marvel was taken in by the demon Na’amah while the creature was masquerading as the Shroud and was coerced into joining the Squadron Sinister.
On an early “fundraising” mission, she appropriated a bank vault and has been using it as her bedroom ever since thanks to its inbuilt anti-psionic Faraday cage.
Mind control by Na’amah and media control by RAPTURE have given Red Marvel a very bad public image. The papers branded her a killer over the death of Benedict Sage, which still causes her a large degree of distress and resentment. She has been further hurt by her friend Keter, who revealed himself to be a megalomaniac terrorist, and her former friend and lover Asp, who brought to the surface some disturbing revelations.
Despite her trust issues, her behavior has stabilized somewhat. She performs some good deeds, such as compiling a psionic dossier on RAPTURE to bring to the European Court of Human Rights in the Hague. She has devoted herself to rescuing Manimals on Monster Island from the Qulaar and runs a small village/shelter for them in exchange for help should she it ever need. She still harbors a strong rebellious streak, and has a troubled relationship with authority figures like the leader of the Squadron Dark, Arcana (Registry No.: 790468).
A short overview of the mysterious organization of psionics called RAPTURE
The Royal Anti-PSI Taskforce Unit: Ravenswood Education (RAPTURE) originated in 1971 as an initiative of the British intelligence agency MI6 to counter psionic threats in the UK and later the whole of continental Europe. Severing its ties with the British government in 1994, the agency within an agency relocated to Ravenswood Academy, where it began to operate an advanced training program for telepaths, telekinetics and others with psionic “precious gifts”. Many of the trainees are rogue telepaths themselves, who have been offered amnesty for past crimes in exchange for using their talents as psionic negotiators, infiltrators and deprogrammers.
As the name suggests, the main target of RAPTURE in Millennium City is the organization known as PSI.
RAPTURE field agents remain in telepathic contact with their superiors so that they can respond quickly to situations as they occur and utilize a wide variety of psionic call signs to expedite communication. RAPTURE field agents have had these call signs implanted psionically, thus making their use second nature even when in the company of non-RAPTURE operatives.
The use of these call signs also lessens the likelihood of enemy telepaths to telepathically eavesdrop. As at least 20% of idle thoughts are about food, making the call signs sound like items from a dessert menu makes them much more likely to slip through a surface scan.
Agents are ranked based on their power levels and range of psionic gifts. Power level is indicated by an electromagnetic frequency prefix, with wavelength proportional to potency:
- Gamma Ray (Very Low)
- X-Ray (Low)
- Ultraviolet (Medium)
- Green (High)
- Terahertz (Very High)
An agent’s “Precious Gifts” are classified as follows:
- Telekinesis (Physical) – Peach
- Telepathy (Cerebral) – Cherry
- Healing (Assistance) – Angel
- Multiple gifts – Mandarin
UNTIL Intelligence has evidence that this last category has recently been renamed to Marvel by a splinter group within the organization, calling themselves the Marvel Girls/Boys.
Finally, the color Red is used to indicate RAPTURE operatives that have gone rogue.
For example, Madi Sharma, a medium level telepathic agent, is referred to by the call sign “Ultraviolet Cherry”. Jannikka Salome Anders, a high-level telepath/telekinetic rogue agent is referred to as “Terahertz Red Marvel”. If Mindslayer were to attack City Hall, a RAPTURE field agent would call in a Terahertz Peach Cheesecake Situation (A very high level telekinetic threatening the general public and causing extensive collateral damage) while a lack of an immediate threat would be referred to as either “Grey Skies” or “Serenity”
RAPTURE and PSI are currently in an arms race. PSI has developed a Psi-Clone procedure allowing an agent of sufficient ability to temporarily assume the power of one their leaders, and turn into a copy of Medusa, Psimon or Mindslayer. There are also unsubstantiated rumors of PSI extending their psionic blade protocols to the production of a psychokinetic bullet perfect for long-range assassination by allowing a “Psniper” to fire a lethal projectile through walls or around obstacles directly into the minds of its target.
RAPTURE have perfected the “Anti-Violence Field”, a telepathic broadcast that prevents hostiles from properly executing aggressive behavior, leading to at worst missed shots and pulled punches. Their training system relies on Copy-Paste from a Psionic Clipboard. Students memorize essays to develop and hone their concentration, which instructors can then read from their minds.
RAPTURE’s program has been accused by some of having all the qualities of the cults it purports to fight. Students live exclusively on campus, learning is conducted via telepathic implant and energy boosts are administered via “Psychic Sugar”, which cause increased concentration but require the agents to sleep for up to 16 hours after the effect has worn off. RAPTURE’s questionable methods came into the public spotlight when one of their most powerful students, Jannikka Anders, went rogue and publicly accused the institution of telepathic brainwashing before going underground.
In reply, RAPTURE spokespeople point to the hundreds of ex-PSI members who are living normal lives thanks to their deprogramming and “Pstealth Coating” anti-detection protocols.
RAPTURE and all related characters and concepts were created by @carlasimone2.
A hero falls as the friction between the Squadrons escalates
Jannikka Salome Anders, alias Red Marvel, reveled in the use of her powers. Free at last from the constraints imposed on her by RAPTURE, she could finally wield her psionic gifts to their fullest without thought for the collateral damage that might ensue.
She smiled coldly as the hapless staff of Millennium City First National Bank cowered beneath their desks as tendrils of telekinetic force rattled the walls like furious poltergeist. Those unlucky to have needed to do their banking in person that day lay sprawled on the polished linoleum floor, victims of the venomous mutant Asp.
“C’mon, Red! Stop playing with the normals,” shouted Asp from across the bank, a sickly green glow still emanating from the young woman’s hands. “Let’s open the safe before we have company!”
“You’re a real buzzkill,” Red Marvel replied sardonically.
As she turned towards the vault, Anders sensed that the bank manager, Katie Jensen of Westside, would try to activate the silent alarm from her hiding spot beneath her desk. With a sneer of contempt, she allowed Jensen to play hero before telekinetically hurling the mother of three into one of the marble columns supporting the roof of the bank. Jensen sank to the floor like a rag doll, her spine shattered. The cries of shock and fear that the cold-blooded murder of their colleague had elicited from the bank staff only served to infuriate Red Marvel.
“Go to sleep,” Anders snapped at them.
As if they were puppets whose strings had been cut simultaneously, the terrified staff slumped to the floor in restless, nightmare-filled sleep.
“They should be grateful I didn’t make them forget how to breath,” Anders said matter-of-factly to the incredulous Asp.
“You just murdered the only person who could open the vault,” yelled the furious Asp.
Anders turned to Asp, her pretense of a smile never reaching her ice-blue eyes. “Relax,” she began curtly. ” I’ve got this.”
The first sirens could be heard coming down Adams Avenue.
“Less than two minutes,” Red Marvel noted admiringly. “Very efficient.”
To Asp’s mounting concern and Red Marvel’s inexplicable indifference, the MCPD quickly cordoned off the block. Teams of snipers began taking up positions on the roofs of the buildings around the bank while SWAT teams waited impatiently beyond the police line for the green light to storm the building.
“Stay here while I open the vault,” Anders said nonchalantly.
Anders’ cold smile had returned. A sense of perverse anticipation gripped her as she glided soundlessly several centimeters above the floor of the bank to the vault room.
After telekinetically rending the day gate separating the employee offices from the vault as if it were paper mache, Anders landed several meters from the imposing vault door. She raised both hands towards the steel-reinforced door and, furrowing her brow, exerted her will upon it. At first, the only sound that could be heard in the vault room was that of her breathing. Then, almost imperceptibly, another could be heard – the faint sound of concrete slowly being ground to powder. Sweat beaded on Anders’ forehead as waves of psionic energy played upon the now-trembling surface of the massive metal door. Finally, the door was torn from its hinges with an ear-shattering rumble. The two-tonne door fell to the floor amid a cascade of fine dust with a crash that shook the very foundations of the bank. She was just about to enter the vault when she heard Asp cry out in surprise.
“The Squadron’s attacking,” yelled Asp, her voice muffled by the telltale sound of an anti-violence field being erected.
“This day’s getting better and better,” she said to herself chuckling, a tingle running up her spine as she flew towards her comrade.
As she burst from the vault room, Anders saw that Asp was on the defensive – the magician Benedict Sage and Madi Sharma, an old and despised acquaintance from her time in RAPTURE better known as Ultraviolet Cherry, would in a matter of moments take the young mutant down.
Genuine happiness seeped into Anders’ semblance of a smile. Channeling all her fury, she lashed out at her nemesis with a searing bolt of psionic energy. Unaware of Anders’ presence due to her telepathic dampening field, the diminutive Ultraviolet Cherry was completely unprepared for the sheer ferocity of Red Marvel’s psychic assault. The red-haired telepath screamed in intense pain and crumpled to the floor unconscious.
Anders had little time to celebrate her victory as she in turn was struck from behind with a blast of eldritch energy. The blonde telepath was knocked to the floor, disoriented from the attack.
“Your rampage ends now,” Sage said coolly, the body of Asp an apparently lifeless heap lying behind him.
Shaking the cobwebs out of her head, Anders got unsurely to her feet and turned to face her attacker. Sage raised his hands over his head and he began to chant in a language that was older than the ruins of ancient Khem.
Her vision clearing, Anders regarded the handsome trenchcoat-wearing sorcerer with a mixture of trepidation and attraction. She had to buy time or he would bring her freedom from RAPTURE to a close. With what little concentration she could muster, Anders reached out to the mind of her unconscious ally.
“Wake up, you stupid bitch!”
“I do not wish to hurt you,” Sage said, arcane energy dancing across his fingers like tiny sprites, “But you must answer for your crimes.”
Still groggy from Sage’s eldritch bolt, Anders smiled weakly at the magician. She could feel Asp slowly regaining consciousness.
“GET UP, YOU INCOMPETENT COW,” Anders psychically screamed.
Asp’s eyes snapped open and her body jerked as if struck by lightning. Although her head felt like it had been dipped in molasses, Asp managed to fire a single venom blast at Sage, striking the sorcerer squarely in the back. Spent from the effort, Asp slipped back into unconsciousness.
Sage turned to face the new threat, which was his undoing.
“You know,” Anders whispered into his mind, “You’re the best-looking man I’ve seen in a long while. Too bad I don’t have time to play with you.”
Anders then focused her psychokinetic power on the sorcerer as he turned back to face her and, with terrifyingly little effort, burst an artery in the parietal lobe of his brain, causing a massive aneurysm.
Sage’s hands shot to his temples as he screamed in agony. He was dead before his body hit the cold linoleum floor, his unblinking eyes still locked onto hers.
She walked slowly towards the magician’s corpse and stood over it for a long while. Then, she kicked him in the face with all the strength left in her. His nose was smashed to a pulp and his teeth exploded from his mouth like bloody Chiclets.
Feeling more like herself again, she telekinetically lifted the unconscious Asp and Ultraviolet Cherry and slowly rose towards the ceiling. With little more than a thought, she pulverized the roof of the bank with a psychokinetic bolt and took to the skies. The dumbfounded police below could do nothing but futility fire on the rapidly dwindling forms, their bullets ricocheting off her telekinetic shield.
She was just beginning to enjoy flying back to Squadron Sinister headquarters when her comm-link crackled to life.
“What the hell’s happening,” asked the Shroud tersely. “There are reports of a robbery at First National. At least one civilian and one meta are dead at the scene. Your comm badge indicates you’re in the vicinity.”
“Asp and me are fine, boss,” answered Anders mockingly. “I had to teach one of the straights a lesson.” She paused. “Guess I got carried away. Anyway, I’ve got a surprise for you – I captured one of your former crew.”
There was silence on the other end of the line. Anders was just about to repeat her message when the Shroud replied.
“Put the captive in a containment cell immediately. No more harm is to come to the prisoner,” the Shroud barked.
“Got it, boss,” Anders began sheepishly. She didn’t know why she felt such unease when dealing with the Shroud but she tried not to think too much about it. “I was thinking I could reprogram her to be our spy in the Supremes.”
“An interesting idea,” the Shroud began. “Were there any casualties on their side?”
Anders was unsure what the Shroud’s reaction would be to the news of Sage’s death. She knew they had been teammates. Hell, they may have even been an item for all she knew. What went on in that head was a complete mystery to her. In fact, Anders realized, she had never been able to get even the slightest sense of what the Shroud was thinking.
“Well, I had to… um… take down Benedict Sage,” began Anders nervously. “I had to get me and Asp outta there, boss. The place was surrounded by cops and…”
“Get back to headquarters,” the Shroud interrupted in an emotionless monotone. “We’ll discuss your actions when you arrive. Shroud, out.”
The smile left Anders’ face.