Filibuster Issue #1 Rebel Son
Filibuster
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Rebel Son
A big man marine sergeant gets off at 30th street station in Philadelphia, PA to a small reception consisting of a spacey older woman that is probably his mother and a stern looking congressman along with a few guys that look like could be Mafia. Seamus Gerald Kennedy greets Benjamin Franklin Kennedy stiffly as if uncomfortable about doing this at all. His mother is overjoyed at the return of her son from overseas and hugs him.
The marine and his mother are escorted to a waiting van as the Senator goes off to a waiting limousine. The two vehicles take off more or less at the same time but in different directions. One of the made men rubs the Senator's crotch in the limo while mommy gets some yummy nose candy in the van.
"He's getting to be insufferable," Seamus tells his buddies as he squeezes the crotch of his friend Samson Marconi who is rubbing his crotch. "The fucking brat is determined to make give a damn about his worthless hide and his even more worthless whore of a mother."
"Relax, my good friend," Sammy the Shark says to his long time friend and some times activity partner. "I gotcha covered. We're gonna give the old lady some specially doped up coke and the deposit her and her little bastard hero soldier boy in some toxic waste in Jersey. It'll look like an accident. Trust me."
"Excellent, my friend, excellent," Seamus says with a big smile. "Do we have time to play before I have to get back to Washington?"
"I made sure of it," Sammy says with a smile before he and Sean kiss passionately.
In the van, mother is getting high as they cross the Tacony-Palmyra Bridge into New Jersey when one of the wise guys pulls a gun and shoots both passengers and the driver who swerves off the road into a passing tanker carrying radioactive toxic waste. He then takes his own life as the van sinks into barely concealed tanks where workers on board sweep the remains into the hole and cover it up.
Swirling around in the tank the sludge seeps in as Ben Ken struggles to remain conscious and somehow escape. The sludge buries him as his mother expires besides him. The wise guy practically bragged about this job after he shot Ben as if the truth would make the death even harder to take as they sink deeper into the quagmire.
Benjamin digs deep inside and finds a reserve of hate for his life as it flashes before his eyes that he tries to use to preserve his life. All the birthdays his father never attended. The parties he attended to advance his father's career as something starts to stir inside of him.
I want revenge; Ben thinks to himself, I can't die until I make the bastard pay. The radiation does weird things to his body as he starts to grow fur all over his body. His inner rage almost makes a Faustian compact for him as his features start to turn positively ursine.
Cold fury for a man who should have been there for him but always found his very existence tiresome makes his body grow as he transforms from a mere human soldier to a monstrous hybrid of man and bear. Finding the strength to tear his metal coffin to shreds, Benjamin Kennedy claws his way out of the hole much to the surprise of the crew. As he goes over the side the crew of it, Oscar Meyer, Sammy's prime agent on the boat, just stands there dumbfounded and afterwards a call goes out to the office of Samson Marconi to report the incident.
Ben swims to shore easily enough, his body is well inured to the cold water through his fur and when he crawls back to shore on the Pennsylvania side he finds himself pretty much naked as his new body tore apart his clothing as it transformed. He stands a full fifteen feet tall with fur as black as midnight, gray eyes and red hair whose body now looks like that of an anthropomorphic grizzly bear. The area he comes ashore in is a bit of a warehouse where ships are unloaded on the river and while he hasn't been noticed yet, Ben goes poking around in some of the large metal crates.
Marconi is an illegal provider of costumes and weapons to supervillains and their minions throughout the tri-state area and the dock that Ben finds himself in just so happens to be his. In one crate is an experimental super suit created as a sample for the Fraternity of Underhanded Costumed Killers Unlimited that was recently smashed by Justine Hammer, granddaughter of one of the founding members of the All-American Alliance of Avenging Angels: Doc Hammer. The suit is a seamless red jumpsuit with black boots, glove gauntlets and utility belt as well as a black fist punching skyward with the middle finger upraised along with a set of red tinted goggles.
The young Kennedy smirks as he sees the costume and decides to appropriate it for himself. As it turns out the suit is made of only semi-stable molecules that make the suit stretch to fit him perfectly. Once the costume is fully on him, member of Marconi's mob find him but even Peter "Piranha" Paizano who was his mother's handler for years doesn't recognized the transformed Benjamin Kennedy.
"Alright, fuzzy!" Paizano growls, "Who are you?"
"Well, well, well," Ben says with a smirk. "Hello, Piranha, don't you recognize me? I guess not after what your boss tried to do with my mother and me."
"So you know who I am, big whoop," Piranha yells. "What do I call you? Teddy Deadpan?" his crew laughs as his joke.
"Cute, Petey Boy," Ben says knowing that name puts Paizano on edge. "But you raise a good point. What shall I call myself? My dad is in politics and in bed with your boss. I should name myself something just to spite him."
"What do you mean, in bed with my boss?" Piranha inquires in a dangerous tone.
"Both figuratively and literally," Ben states. "Now I want to bust his chops and his balls by my actions...that's it! You're going to live to tell your boss and that bastard of a father of mine, Senator Kennedy, that they have something new to worry about. Call me, the Filibuster!"
"Ben?" Peter says in shock as the cigarette he was smoking falls out of his month, "But you're fucking dead! You and that rotten whore that birthed you!"
"My mom is, but not me," Filibuster says as he starts tossing gangsters around like rag dolls. "I decided my daddy needed some payback and so, here I am ready to be a bad boy hero and draw lots of attention to myself. So either he'll be forced to acknowledge me or he'll be scandalized and have to quit his precious political career."
"Don't just stand there you mooks!" Peter yells to his underlings. "Plug this freak!"
Unfortunately for Peter by the time he figures out that Filibuster is someone that should be killed the majority of his crew are unconscious. Benjamin hurls him against the wall of the crate and knocks him out too. Filibuster leaves the made men in the crate and moves on after stuffing what meager belongings he had into the concealed pockets of the suit.
Philadelphia Police arrive on the scene after an anonymous phone call tipped them off and Peter Paizano spends some time in the hospital before he can be brought up on charges. At Penn's Landing Senator Kennedy is attending a medal ceremony for Justine Hammer, the blond bombshell for the 21st century, as well as her induction into the All-American Alliance of Avenging Angels, affectionately shortened in the media to the 5 A Club, in her fighting costume of a pink super sentai warrior with a hammer symbol prominently on her chest, her arms and her thighs. Senator Seamus Kennedy has a glowing speech for her that includes the announcement of the death of his son, which was intended to grant him sympathy from Philadelphia area voters until Filibuster rounds the corner and starts to mockingly clap at his father's touching speech.
"I never knew you cared so much, father," Filibuster states sarcastically. "I'm touched."
"Ben?" Seamus says in shock as he recognizes his son's voice. "You're alive?"
"Don't sound so disappointed, father," Filibuster growls back. "Thanks to that driver your buddy Sammy the Shark Marconi provided, I'm better than ever. In fact I'm even thought of a code name for myself."
"And what is that?" A reporter in the crowd asks.
"I'm going to make an attempt at being a super hero," Ben coos. "I already have tremendous strength and power, enough to survive in many environments and toss gangsters around like rag dolls. But because of who my father is..."Ben looks right at his father who glares at his son with a look that could kill. "I think I will call myself the Filibuster."
"Looks like you're built like a brickhouse," Justine says and inside of her helmet she is giggling something fierce as she and the grandfather who raised her always suspected Seamus Kennedy of being dirty, now they have the means to prove it. "We may have a spot for you in the Club so to speak, I'll have to ask my grandfather."
"If we don't have room already, we'll arrange something," Doc Hammer's voice sounds in Justine's helmet for her to hear. "He'll need to be tested but if this is who I think it is, all we'll need to do is make sure of what his powers are."
"What do you mean, grandpa?" Justine asks and make sure does not get broadcasted to the public as she sends that to her grandfather.
"I mean I think that's the bastard's unrecognized son, Benjamin Franklin Kennedy," Doc Hammer explains to his grand child. "He's a US Marine; honorably discharged. He's got a good service record to boot."
"I wonder though," Justine sends to her father while tapping the side of her helmet with her gloved hand.
"No way we could even consider a freak like you!" A figure in powered armor configured to look like a knight of the middle ages in red, white and blue broadcasts: "I, the Puritan Paladin Patriot will make sure of it!"
"Especially when they rejected your ass?" Filibuster challenges.
The Puritan Paladin Patriot uses his suit's blasters to attack Filibuster rather than verbally respond. Filibuster takes the hit rather than let someone in the crowd get blasted as he moves to intercept the flying fool of a hero. Senator Kennedy is smiling darkly at all this as he can use this incident to help fuel legislation against the costumed freaks his Mafia buddies want him to make illegal.
Filibuster grabs a trash can and rips it from the ground easily before throwing it at Puritan Paladin Patriot. Getting hit in the chest with a trash can is more a blow to his ego than anything else and when a second trash can goes over his head the Tea Party's champion super hero goes ballistic. He blasts off the trash can over his head and intends to execute a flying punch when he realizes that Filibuster is right in front of him.
Getting body slammed into the concrete causes the suit's systems to crash as the Puritan Paladin Patriot is knocked out cold. Triple P, as the press were wont to call him, is a big supporter of Seamus Kennedy even if the Senator calls him a costumed clown behind closed doors which never gets back to him, which tempts Ben Ken to add further injury to insult but knowing that his father will just use it as fuel for his anti-mask rants back in congress causes him to refrain. Never one to waste a photo op, Seamus Kennedy smiles for the camera with his now super powered son but while Ben is also smiling and pointing to his father with one huge hand, the other gets just into frame forming a big letter L for loser which gets circulated all around the country, much to the chagrin of the Senator.
Behind closed doors Senator Kennedy of Pennsylvania is livid in his tirade against all supers, and especially his son. For the elder statesman of evil all these freaks must be destroyed somehow and soon for the betterment of his political career starting with the embarrassment that is his own progeny. Sammy the Shark Marconi is thinking of what he might need to do to avoid any connection between himself and the scandal that may eventually follow with all of this, including something he already regrets: killing his fuck buddy the Senator.
Doc Hammer saw Filibuster's restraint through his granddaughter's helmet cam and was impressed by how quickly and decisively he took Puritan Paladin Patriot down. In a 20' square room in a hotel near Penn's Landing Justine fits Filibuster with a microdot computer with telecommunications software so they can talk to Doc Hammer in his zeppelin mobile base, the American Dream, about his possible entry into the 5A Club. Fortunately for Justine the view is from the waist up as she puts a hand down Ben's pants to feel how big his equipment got and whether it's now human or bear shaped.
"Well done, Sergeant Kennedy!" Doc Hammer says with a salute, the older hero's salt and pepper hair the only thing betraying the fact that he is over a hundred years old and smiling broadly with the energy of a man still in his prime. "By not taking the opportunity to stomp on triple P you actually outscored him in the ranking system we use to determine who gets into our organization."
"I hate to disappoint you, sir, but there wasn't anything noble about that from me," Ben says honestly, he has the utmost respect for the legendary Doc Hammer which prompts him to be brutally honest. "But I really wanted to just stomp him into a coma. The main thing that stopped me was my politician father. I have no illusion as to what he would have done with the scene."
"Very good," Doc Hammer says with a nod, "Maybe not the most noble of reasons but a good reason none the less. Justine, I can see where your hands are going."
"I'm a big girl, grandpa," Justine counters. "You don't want to know what goes on in my head at times."
"I have an attachment to your helmet for that but I haven't installed it yet," Doc Hammer jokes and then turns back to Filibuster. "Well, Filibuster, good choice of a code name by the way, it fits you well, not just in the sense you were probably thinking initially as one of the definitions is irregular military adventurer."
"Oh, really now?" Filibuster asks to which Doc Hammer just nods. "I like my choice even more now. Even if I wise up the voters and my father suddenly doesn't get re-elected I'll keep it. "
"Good man!" Doc Hammer beams. "You're well on your way to becoming part of the team. You're still too new on the scene but I'll have my granddaughter keep an eye on you." With that he signs off and leaves Justine Hammer and Filibuster alone.
"Finally!" Justine exclaims and strips off Filibuster's pants to reveal his fifteen inch long and full inch human cock and licks at it. "I have my fairy tale fantasies, what can I say?"
Benjamin just chuckles and does his best to relax and lets Justine do what she wants as his huge hands play with her body as she almost impales herself on his phallus. Justine gets him hard enough to penetrate her folds as she daintily strips off her pants before impaling herself along his length. She then takes off her top and lets her breasts hang loose for him to see as they jiggle in all the right places as she bounces up and down his pole.
Filibuster licks his muzzle lips as he stares at Justine's rack, which causes her to giggle and guide his hands to them. She moans in pleasure as he fondles her breasts while riding his shaft to ecstasy. Room service calls just as Benjamin is climaxing inside of Justine but as the delivery woman lets herself in, they realize that they didn't order room service.
The proper looking French maid with an English accent and midnight black hair pulls a silenced pistol from underneath the covered dish and points it at the heroes. She explains that she is a member of the Dark Religion Army of Globally Organized Nihilists and Justine is overdue for assassination as D.R.A.G.O.N. has been thwarted time and again by the 5AClub and especially Doc Hammer and his progeny too many times. She apparently did not count on Filibuster being a true hero as he scoops up Justine's helmet and throws it at the assassin even as he puts himself in the line of fire as she shoots.
Before hero and killer fall as the would-be assassin is very good but Filibuster's toss is very accurate. However, Benjamin's power set includes regeneration ability which slowly heals the wounds dealt to him even if the concussion on the other is very fatal as it caves in her skull. The helmet isn't even cracked as Justine checks it over and smirks to herself after checking Ben's pulse and finding out that he is still alive.
"Tough bear," Justine remarks as she watches the wounds start to close on their own and smirks to herself as her father calls from her helmet.
"JUSTINE!!" Doc Hammer calls in a very concerned tone of voice. "Come in, Justine!"
"I'm hear, grandpa," Justine calls. "I just had some nutjob from the Dark Religion Army of Global Nihilists try and kill me. Fortunately, Filibuster got between me and her. Mister Bear has regenerative capability thankfully."
"DRAGON tried to assassinate you?" Doc Hammer asks. "Is the agent available for questioning?"
"Nope, Filibuster threw my helmet at her and the impact killed her," Justine answers honestly. "What do we do?" Then the body of the agent starts to smolder. "Uh, grandpa, do dragon agents self-immolate after death?"
"Yup, that they do," Doc Hammer confirms. "But unless she was a suicide bomber it will be just her that burns. I'm sending a super vagabond to your location, one of the deluxe models that's over a hundred feet long with twenty by twenty foot interiors so it can accommodate Filibuster, by the way where is the bear?"
"Recovering," Justine responds. "It's a minor miracle he's still breathing, but I guess when you have his powers surviving getting shot is almost common place."
"Yeah, but I don't want to make a habit of it," Benjamin groans as he stirs. "I'm having a little trouble breathing but otherwise I'm fine. I wonder what other powers I got from that toxic slime bath I took to get this body?"
"Don't get up, Ben," Justine orders, "Your bastard father almost got his wish."
"I think somebody up there is amused," Ben Ken says with a smirk, "Having me die this easy would disturb their fun too much."
"You're going to need to get dressed," Justine says with a giggle. "And we will need to get you some street clothes. Your costume will do for now..."
"Yeah, everything will have to be special ordered now won't it?" Ben says with a smirk as he looks at himself in a mirror. "I doubt the big and tall stores will have stuff in my size."
"We have special deals with certain companies," Doc Hammer says from Justine's helmet. "I'm reading a major blow was taken by this thing, are you alright Justine?"
"The helmet took a major blow without my head being in it, grandpa," Justine explains with a giggle, "Ben Ken through it at the Dragon Lady as an improvised missile."
"Oh!" Doc Hammer says with relief. "I'm thankful for that, and it killed her?"
"I didn't get a pulse and the body is now a pile of ashes," Justine reports.
"Alright, any clothing company you liked wearing in civvies, Sarge?" Doc Hammer asks.
"Wicked Jester for one," Filibuster admits. "I liked the sarcasm in their shirts."
"I like them myself," Justine says with a smirk. "We have stock in that company don't we?"
"Yeah, we have some special deals with them," Doc Hammer confirms. "I'll call them and make sure they make some shirts for you to wear, I'll also see what I can do to get you some jeans and shoes."
"I still have a credit card from my dad," Ben says with a smirk, "He pays for it as hush money for not going to the press with my story and potentially throwing a monkey wrench in his political career."
"I have a feeling, I'm going to like having you as a fellow hero, Sergeant Kennedy," Doc Holiday says with all confidence.
A recreational vehicle with the hammer logo of the Hammer family arrives shortly piloted by remote by the controls of the American Dream zeppelin. Justine Hammer and Benjamin Franklin Kennedy get in wearing their costumes and Ben Ken drives off. The GPS in the RV directs him towards New Jersey and a place the Hammers own in Ocean City by the beach where the pair can stay and not be bothered as it's not on any official records as Doc Hammer pays enough money to the local government to keep it that way.
Once they arrive a secret underground garage opens up that is concealed from the rest of the world by super science. In fact the property is two stories tall with each room on both floors being thirty feet by thirty feet square by design, initially for the Hammer ego but for their house guest it's necessary as robots activate to serve their needs when they arrive. The roof is flat more as a landing platform for the American Dream than anything else.
The master bedroom on the second floor is a massive fifty by fifty foot square affair that is opulent even by superhero standards as it includes a king sized bed just big enough that Filibuster can actually sleep on it comfortably. It is to this room that Benjamin and Justine retire to after taking a shower together. While Benjamin rests, Justine makes the necessary arrangements in the computer room that is also upstairs and next to the master bedroom to provide Benjamin with the street clothing he will need after taking a few measurements of course.