OK Here's my new installment-----
Though Jewlius now leads the squad in their war against Pocky Club, Ghuddha and Derek Hobbes Jr. (thought to be an alias, usually goes by Dee or DH) were the founders of Goggle Squad Xenon. Despite his youthful appearance, Ghuddha was actually a friend of Dee's father and served as a mentor to DH ever since he joined the convention Yojimbo. DH's Dad didn't abandon his only son though, he had just taught him all he knew.
Long ago Dee's father and Ghudda worked together in the yojimbo. They were partners and broke up their share of room party's and under-age hentai parlours. However, as the graft and corruption of the Con grew, they began to butt heads over tactics. Always a bit more brutal, DH Senior began to adopt a "boot first ask questions later" attitude to his job. Ghudda warned that this would get them into trouble and believed that the only way to fix the system was working with it. They slowly grew apart as they worked towards the same goal, until one fateful day when one of D Senior's bombs (on what he thought was a pimp's limo, delivering catgirl hookers to a group of corrupt staff) ended up sending pieces of Brad Demoss across the bottom four stories of the hotel. Ghudda watched sadly as they confiscated D Senior's sash and blacklisted him forever. In the years that followed Ghudda struggled as the Yojimbo slowly became more and more corrupt and his ability to uphold the tradition of truth and honor became waned.
DH Senior on the other hand left town and hit what remained of the con circuit. He hooked up with a linux grrl in Vegas and the two of them settled down at a little gaming convention/gun show in Omaha. It was there he raised his son under his assumed name and taught him everything he knew about anime, manga, and blowing the crap out of things. When DH Jr. shot a football helmet into the engine of a low flying plane at age 8, his father knew that his son was truly gifted. After a couple nights on the road being chased by the FAA and the DHD, he knew that he couldn't let that gift go to waste.
As soon as they made it to a safe house in an off-season SCA Lodge somewhere outside Fargo, DH Senior began teaching his boy the ways of the Yojimbo. How not to just be a fan and party, but also tempr that fandom with something DH now realized he had lacked, wisdom. Two years later, his bags packed and a worn picture of his dad's old partner in his pocket, Dee got on a bus headed west and made his way back to his roots.
When Ghudda saw Dee walk onto hotel property, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. When Dee recognized Ghudda from the photo, he thought he'd met the other man's son. Ghudda provided Dee with a room inexchange for news about his father, Dee filled him in on the where's and hows of his upbringing. Ghudda was proud that after all these years DH Senior had gotten the message he'd been preaching all along. Ghudda felt a little sad that his friend had to go so far away, but Dee rekindled his spirit of hope.
The night after Derek became a Yojimbo and was given his sash, Ghudda pulled out an old DVD from his collection. Over a couple of Ramune/sake coctails, Ghudda took Dee through some of his fondest memories of the con's early days. DH Senior and a catgirl, Ghudda getting punched by Chun Li, the two of them chasing down Narut character with a stolen plushie. Ghudda stopped in silence as a group shot was projected in the air before them. It was a group of yojimbos, all young and full of life. Ghudda didn't even have any facial hair yet (though his overgrown fuzz was still not thick enough to keep them from carding him at the store). DH stared at the screen and wondered who all these others were and asked to hear the story of them and why his father had never talked about any other friends from "back home". Ghudda shared the sad tale of their first yojimbo team, formed so long ago that it even took a memory as long as Ghuddas' awhile to reach that memory.
When his tale was done DH sat and thought for awhile. He thought about what had happened and what his dad had taught him. He thought about how much wrong there was in the world. He thought about how all the people that caused it needed a set of plastique sneakers.
Turning to Ghudda he tossed his drink to the floor and said "We need to start a new squad." Ghudda stood and beamed back at him.
"I agree." Moving to cabinet he pulled out a box that was worn with time and care. Opening it he pulled out a pair of high tech yellow goggles and handed them to Dee. Puting on a pair of his own. He looked proudly at Dee "So, Goggle Squad Beta?"
"No, Goggle Squad Xenon." Dee lit a cigarette and grinned. "The X makes it sound cool."
