Dedicated to Chris Meadows
Clear skies, hot jets, and good hunting, R_M.
Jetgirl stared. “Why are you being so blasé about all this? I mean, these people are in danger and if she’s taking everyone hostage to find some lost sprocket I can’t imagine we should let her find it.”
“It’s bad form to leap into local affairs uninvited,” Hearth replied, lightly. “And they’re looking for the 'Silver Spoke Cog,' not a sprocket.”
“I will wire you ten thousand dollars today if you can correctly define the difference between a cog and a sprocket, right here and right now, without looking it up on your phone first.”
“Well, I know Cogsworth sold cogs and Spacely sold sprockets on the Jetsons. How much is that worth?"
Series: Justice Wing In Nadir: Transposition
In the years since the Apocalypse Agenda, the surviving Pentad of Guardians has dispersed. Keira Holt — aka the high flying Jetgirl — has focused on her aerospace company, and let her training, maintenance, and upkeep of her heroic identity slip. When she attends a trade show in Oghapogue, New Mexico, she’s surprised when her Pentad teammate Dorian Hwan — aka the Pentad’s magical healer Hearth — insists on coming along. Keira learns why when the pair are taken hostage by a pirate kitsune called Kit O’Six-Tails, only to be rescued by Transposition Troopers Turbine Triumph — the latest team of color coded Transposition Troopers, who to Keira’s shock wear uniforms clearly based on Jetgirl.
After everything that’s happened… does the world still need a Jetgirl? And if they do… aren’t there six more ready to take her place? And can Keira still help when for the first time in her heroic career she’s caught entirely unprepared?
⎇001JW In Nadir Pentad of Guardians: Transposition #2
Landing in his full grey tunic and uniform with the pink v-overlay, pink mask on his face, the man landed with arms spread wide. “I dare, Kitsune!” He moved into a fluid spelldance, protective fields spreading out to protect the civilians – he’d quietly warded them before, so Jetgirl knew these new ‘wards’ were just theatrics. “Last of my Order from a World that never was! Red Point of the Pentad of Guardians! Founding Excelsior and exemplar of life! I am the Heart and the Healing! I! Am! Hearth!” “…oh God don’t do the catchphrase,” Jet muttered. “There are people here.”
⎇001JW In Nadir Pentad of Guardians: Transposition #3
“Are you nuts!?” Orville shouted. “Are you seriously about to call down an orbital strike on yourself!?” “Please,” Jetgirl muttered, kicking into full burn. “Sky-eye’s at ten thousand feet at the most. It’s hardly Low Earth Orbit. This is just a garden variety energy-weapon airstrike.”
⎇001JW In Nadir Pentad of Guardians: Transposition #4 (Conclusion!)
"My point is… every day I was confused, or scared, or didn’t know what was wrong with me. I felt ungrateful. So blessed with so much, and I couldn’t just live the life people expected from me. And then… then I started reading about you. Not just the pioneering aviator, or aeronautical engineer… but a woman who kept her own name after marriage. A woman who lived her life and when it was public may have been coy but she was also unashamed. I wanted that, so badly. I just wanted to be… me. And be happy. You helped me believe that was possible. And then… the Pentad made it real.” She took a deep breath. “And I believe you’re really the ghost of Amelia Earhart. I don’t know why, but I do. And it feels like this is my big chance say all this to you, and to thank you – for everything, as well as for the advice you’re giving me now.” She paused. “Even when that advice is full of crap.”
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