It's Just "Luke"

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"So, what is your hero name?"
"Luke, just Luke," the handsome adventurer replies to the boy with the pen and paper.
"You mean no super hero name?" the boy asks, a bit of frown on his face, causing Luke to frown some as well.
"I am Luke Minhere. I dont wear a mask, I dont hide who I am, why would I have another name," he asks, as the blue eyed ten year old stares at him. "Besides, I am an adventurer, not a hero.
"Kind of boring," the boy says, but it was obvious it just slipped out.
Luke's eyes narrow a bit, but he forces a smile as the boys mother walks up.
"There you are Havi," she says, and grabs the boy by the hand. She looks to the hero, and her eyes go up and down. "Pardon my son, he runs off at times."
Luke smiles, and nods a bit, as if understanding. Truth be told, he was never much for kids. Now the lady was more his type. Tall, long legged, not skinny and not fat. She smiles a bit, then walks off with the boy.
Luke could hear the child telling his mom how boring he was.
Boring indeed.
Luke was an adventurer, and an underwear model. Both synonymous with the other, in Luke's mind anyway. He was well known in his circle of models, and a hot commodity with the way he could fill out briefs. His smile was alluring, but there were others that held the market hostage on the face shoots. In fact, Sammy "The Face" Hunter was the main guy in that market. He was getting old, and his face was starting to sag more and more, but he had reached the top and was not willing to let it go anytime soon.
Luked watched the mother drag her son away, her eyes darting back to him time to time, but she was probably married. He was sure she had to leave quickly so as not to mearly melt in his presence.
His mind went back to the business at hand, as he punched in a code to SOCRATES, and watched the alerts pop up.
Trouble at the docks. Trouble at City Hall. Trouble, well, trouble everywhere. What was an adventurer to do. Luke fingered the hilt of his sword as he considered helping. Any trouble ran the risk of death, or worse, disformation of the face. He would be stuck as an underwear model for the rest of his life if he wasn't careful.
Oh well, looked like there was trouble Westside. He would help to tend to that. He had a shoot near the prison anyway. His client developed some "Jailhouse Rock" boxers, one pull on the string and it was like wearing a chasity belt. It wasn't the best job he had coming up, but it paid the rent in his penthouse suite, and the electricity he had running to his underground hide out.
Such was the life of an adventuring underwear model.

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Tommy "The Hut". Fat. That was his claim to fame. "The Hut" comes from that space wars movie, something he earned with his big appetite.
Not the villain Luke wanted to fight, necessarily. Beating the cellulite off of this guy was not going to earn him much news time, but it had to be done. "The Hut" was involved in the break out at the prison, and it seemed the other heroes were beating back the other prisoners. Luke even heard a strange noise, as if some big alien was arguing with someone, coming from inside the prison.
No, facing this creep outside was best. The cameras were there, and they would earn him some free publicity. Maybe he would be the new "The Face", but for now, he needed to show off his hip and leg action.

"Hah, another copper down to The Hut!" the big man laughed, as his own minions helped him take the cop down. The Hut was a low level member of the Purple Gang, and was caught and sentenced to the prison some months back. It was not where he planned to stay, and when the riot started in cell block C, it was his perfect opertunity.
"Let's skeedadle, before they lock this place completely down," he nodded to his men, just before a fancy dressed hero hopped down in front of him. The man was in red and black, and he was weilding duel swords, in fact, spinning them about perfectly as he walked to the fat convict.
Luke watched the fat slob's face as he approached. He bedazzled most by his appearance, as even the worst of villains were not use to seeing such a handsome hero, that could move with such precision and grace.
On the other hand, The Hut was all blob and strength, almost a direct opposite of Luke. He was in the normal orange jump suit for his block, with a big C written on it. He face began to turn red then almost purple as his anger rose at the affront before him.
"A fancy pants coming to stop the terror of the West Side docks!!?" He almost shouted in indignation. "Unbelievable. I dont even rate a good hero, I rate a clown!"
Luke chuckled a bit at this.
"Yes, you rate on the level of a clown, but me, on the otherhand, will show you what a fancy pants can do," and Luke approached quickly, dispatching the fat man's minions with ease and accuracy of a very talented swordsman.
The Hut backed up, watching man after man fall to Luke. With another burst of anger, his strength doubled, and he grabbed a police car, lifting it above his head as if it were a toy. He threw it with a grunt, and all of his strength.
Luke saw the police car flying toward him, just in time. He lowered his blades quickly, ducked, and rolled, as the car soared over him, taking out the last of The Hut's men. Luke was back on his feet, as he heard cheering and yelling from around him. The prison guards and the cops were there, cheering him on.
Now this was Luke's power. He was able to garner attention, no matter where he was, or what he was doing. Cameras began to flash, and newsmen began to put their television recorders into place.
The Hut was not impressed, not one bit. He quickly recovered from the energy he just expended, something he was not use to doing, and rushed at the adventurer with new rage.
Luke quickly lifted his swords, and waited on the mound of fat mutent to draw near. The Hut leaped at the last moment, though his legs could not lift his fat very high, his momentum soared him at the much smaller Luke.
Luke saw 600 lbs of blob coming at him, and knew that he would be crushed, or worse yet, covered in greasy underarm sweat, if he did not move. With quick lithe movement, Luke was able to twirl out of the way, and even landed a swat onto the big man's rear with the flat of his blade.
Luke looked to a television camera that had a red light displaying that it was videoing, and gave a big smile, his white teeth almost sparkling in the sun light.
"Are we live," he asked, and the camera man nodded.
The Hut was not finished yet. If he could just get his hands on the blade weilding fancy pants he would finish him off for good.
Luke watched the big man get up. His 6'0 frame did not do his 600lbs justice, and it was almost painful to watch his slow upending. But Luke waited. He had to make it look good.
"Surrendor, you miscreant," he called his line perfect, pointing his right blade to The Hut. The Hut on the other hand had no lines, and he simply rushed back toward the smiling Luke.
"Then let justice come to you," the adventurer called, and his blades began to swirl into action again. The Hut chose this time to swing a wild punch toward Luke's head, but it met with a wirling blade, and the tips of his nuckles fell to the ground, as blood began to gush from his wounded hand.
Luke sent a quick foot to the throat of The Hut, connecting perfect. The Hut's eyes went big, as he slung blood about trying to hit his adversary, who continually ducked and turned out of the way, his sword cutting here, then there. When Luke twirled away, he stopped dead in front of the camera, and winked. Behind him, The Hut's prison jumpsuit fell to the ground, perfectly cut, barely even penetrating the skin of The Hut in any places.
The Hut then collapsed, completely out of breath, completely without his jump suit.
"My work is done," Luke said with a smile, after hearing The Hut hit the ground, not looking back.

Elsewhere. The back of the prison where the fighting was much thicker.

The heroes exited the prison, barely having gotten the place back under control. At every turn the criminal master minds thwarted them, but they were able to save the guards, and had enough information to track down the ones behind all of this. With dirty faces and dirty spandex outfits, they looked toward the cheering crowd and cameras. Pop-a-rotsies were flashing their cameras, as well as citizens, but not their way.
In the midst of the crowd the battle hardened heroes saw the two bit crook The Hut laying down, naked except for some boxers with hearts on them, and the adventurer, Luke Minhere, the underwear model, waving and smiling at the crowd.
The heroes just shook their head, and helped each other as they went back to their base.

bluhman

Ookay, sir luke!

Sorry, just needed that out of my system.

lukeminherexx

Well now, that was interesting bluhman! LOL.... Sadly, I have tried to distance myself from Luke Skywalker with Luke Minhere...who by the way was actually a UO character I played loooong ago, but it never fails. "Use the force Luke", is usually called out to me at some point or another. In the end, I figured just roll with it, and why shouldn't his first villain be called "The Hut".

May the CO force be with you Bluh. Be with all of us!