The Baxter Building! One of the prides of New York's skyline, the building boasts a beautiful view of the UN building, a lovely gift shop, and... JUSTICE!

Headquarters of the Fantastic Four, America's foremost crimefighting family, its doors have been opened to all costumed crusaders in celebration over the recent defeat of the evil Skrull army!

Yes, the SKRULL! A race of malevolent shape-shifters, these dastardly dopplegangers have recently set their sights on EARTH! Only through a supreme effort from the world's heroes (coordinated by the international peacekeeping group S.H.I.E.L.D. and its commander, NICK FURY) was Earth once again saved!

Now, to celebrate, those who hunger for JUSTICE are being fed... DINNER!

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The dining room is a cornucopia of costumes, masks, and Spandex. Everyone is enjoying themselves, breaking open lobsters with super-strength, gossiping about which super-heroines have had obvious "work" done, and debating who has the lamest superpowers.

While everyone is making fun of the Wonder Twins, suddenly a loud explosion rocks the room, and the lights go out!

"Nobody panic!" Mr. Fantastic cries into the darkness. "Just a fuse problem I'm sure, the dimensional regulator sometimes surg-"

"I don't need light! I may be blind, but my other senses have been intensified a thousandfold, so-"

"Shut up, Daredevil."
KA-ZAP!

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Gadzooks! A baker's dozen of HEROES, unconscious!?

And what's this? Where is the food, the ballroom? Where are the tabloid reporters!? Left in their place are nothing but bare, utilitarian walls, a half-stocked vending machine, and a fully-functional bay of teleporters!

As our aggregation of aces begin to awaken, a previously featureless wall flickers on, displaying the sheepish-looking face of Reed Richards, Mr. Fantastic!


"Urm... hello? Everyone up there okay? Can you hear me? Good. ...Right, so, we're having a bit of difficulty down here, looks like the Skrull weren't fully defeated, yadda yadda. You know how it is. They had this new viral weapon, and it was a whole thing."

"Ahem."

"Anyway, you're on the moon. When the Skrull attacked, they overloaded the safeguards on my dimensional regulator. This caused a surge, which, while filtered through the Baxter building's electrical network and the navcomputer I was working on for NASA, combined with... anyway, long story short, you're in my backup moonbase."

"And... we can't bring you back, yet."

"I want to!" Richards says quickly, as he sees people start to crack their knuckles, or shimmer with energy. "But... we can't. They won't let me. You see, we have good reason to believe that some of you are, in actuality, Skrull. And if we let you back on Earth, then the Skrull will escape to cause more mayhem, and eventually cause the downfall of civilization."

Mr. Fantastic rubs his hands together optimistically! "So... figure it out! It shouldn't be tough, there should be a prototype of my Skrull Pinpoint Location Gun right over there! It's got a bit of a charge time, but I'm sure we'll have you all back within the week."

You all glance over, to see an empty display case. A voice pipes up, "Hey, Stretch, th' SPLOG's not there!"

Richards' face looks pained. "It's... it's not the SPLOG, it's the Skrull Pinpoint Location Gun. And I'm sure it's around, just keep your eyes open."

A loud explosion is heard from the speakers, and Richards looks away from the screen.
"I... have to go. Any Skrull you find, just plop them into that bay over there," the teleporter switches on, "and we'll send them right into the Negative Zone where they belong!"

The screen switches off, and our formerly fearless vigilantes look at each other uneasily, knowing that any- or all!- of the others could be a murderous SKRULL!
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Get to it, True Believers! To start things off, how about a good old fashioned ROLL CALL! (not a role call)


Excelsior!