Real Name: Victor (Vic) Morgan
Alias: Solar Guard
Race: Human, altered
Powers: Reduced aging, heightened healing and reflexes, light/plasma-based energy blasts and shields..Flight via standard-issue Solar Guard flight boots.
Vic Morgan never expected his life to be easy. The middle son of three boys and two girls, he left school early to join up with the Army, lying about his age to get in. The Army offered three squares a day, he could send his paycheck home to help his family, and besides, the ratzis needed to be kicked out of Europe.
After a couple of years of slogging through the mud and sand of a score of battlefields, from Northern Africa to the
hedgerows of Europe, Vic figured he'd seen everything. Then one night his definition of 'everything' changed. His squad had been sent out to investigate what the brass thought might be the crash site of a failed German V-2 missile launch. what they found was no missile, but something unlike any of the men had ever seen outside the pages of one of those sci-fi rags.
A silver-green hulled vessel was half-buried in the ground, and a full company of Germans was busy trying to carve their way into it. An occasional flicker of energy erupted from what Vic could only assume was some kind of crashed rocket ship, but the Germans were making steady progress.
Making a split-second decision, Vic and his squad opened up on the Germans from the rear.
The next twenty minutes were a choice slice of hell. Vic saw his squad mates slowly fall around him, but they were taking a hell of a toll on the Germans in turn. As several bullets tore through his chest, he saw the last of the Germans fall to the odd energy burst, then all went black.
When Vic awoke, he was uninjured, hungry, and several thousand light years from Earth. His hosts, the occupants of the craft he and his squad had saved, explained that he was the only member of his squad that had still been alive after the battle.
Even he had been dying, but they had placed him within their emergency medical unit to save his life. Having no real data on humans the device had had to make some radical modifications to save him, but Vic was alive, well, and had a few extras thrown in for good measure.
When he asked about returning home, they regretfully informed him that their ship would not be returning to Earth's solar system for many years, it being just one stop on a regularly scheduled monitoring program, and it would be several more months before they next made port. By the time that the ship reached the port, Vic had resigned himself to the fact that it would be years, at best, before he could have a chance of returning to Earth.
En route to the port, Vic spent long hours in the hold working out and testing out the new abilities that had been grafted onto his DNA. The unnatural vitality and quickness was incredible enough, but the first time that he had a blast of light leap from his hands and scorch a packing crate had him jumpy for a week.
Light years from home, homeless, jobless, and alone in a galaxy of aliens, Vic did the only thing he could do. He enlisted. On the trip he'd read about the Solar Guard, an organization that was half-military, half-police force, and figured that with his unusual abilities, he was a shoe-in. And he was right. There was a little bit of confusion about his planet of origin, with Earth still being on the restricted list, but soon Vic Morgan was back in basic, among squad mates he'd have never imagined in his most insane dreams.
Seventy years later, Colonel Vic Morgan, one of the most highly decorated officers in the history of the Solar Guard, returned home.