Abigail stood on a rooftop high above the streets of Los Angeles, the city glimmering below her with a thousand lights, reflecting off her gold and silver, high-tech armour, her short white skirt fluttering in the wind and the power source in her armour’s chest radiating a soft pink glow. She gazed over the city, justice in her eyes. This was her realm, her Avalon, and she would serve it loyally to the bitter end, upholding her knightly vows and keeping peace, justice and-
“You have literally been standing there for two minutes… Assuming you haven’t caused the prototype battle armour to malfunction again, could you possibly begin your patrol?” An annoyed voice crackled through Abigail’s earpiece, snapping her out of her inner monologue. She winced, looking a little sheepish, then put a hand to her ear.
“S-sorry, auntie… I got a little lost in thought. I was just meditating on my knightly vows!” She responded defensively. On the other end of her earpiece, her aunt sighed.
“Abby, I indulged your Arthurian obsession with your power suit’s design, but if it continues to get in the way of your H.A.L.O. duties, I can give the armour to another hero.” She warned, though it was an empty threat. Abigail’s aunt Maria was the brilliant scientist and engineer behind the creation of the X2-735 battle suit that gave the hero her powers, and the experimental power source needed to keep it running. But in addition, she was also an employee of H.A.L.O., and acted as Abigail’s liaison and handler within the organization. She had originally designed the suit for her niece so that she could be a test subject, but she had been astonished at how well the usually ditzy and clumsy Abigail had taken to it, performing far better than her calculations had predicted. This was reflected with the meteoritic rise through the hero ranks Abby had undergone, becoming a highly-ranked class-C hero within the space of a few months, and decimating the Los Angeles criminal population. Still, it was best if she stopped her niece from getting too big for her boots. She was still a class C, and there were a few threats she was simply not ready to handle.
“Alright, auntie… But don’t call me Abby when I’m on patrol! I’m The Quantum Knight!” She says proudly, striking a heroic pose. On the other end of her earpiece, her aunt sighed again.
“Oh how I loathe that name… Do you even understand what the word ‘quantum’ means? It makes no sense to give yourself such a ludicrously-” Maria paused. On the command console in front of her, a red light had started beeping, signaling a tripped alarm nearby. “Abby! We’ve got activity. A break-in at the museum of technology. It appears to be a group of between seven to ten members, from the heat-readings.”
“On it, Auntie! Time to take them down!” The jetpack on Abigail’s back roared to life, sending her soaring gracefully through the city like a rocket-powered falcon, reaching the museum within three minutes. She instantly deactivated the jet-pack, dropping like a stone and crashing down just outside the door, landing in a smoothly executed crouching pose. The knight straightened up, drawing her sword and holding it at her side, electricity crackling over it. The blade itself was blunt, but the charge it could deliver was enough to knock a cow unconscious.
“Halt, evildoers, and prepare to face knightly justice!” She raised her head, taking in the scene in front of her for the first time and seeing that the robbers were…
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