m.n. BUNKER
You know, I was just going to be honest and say that I had absolutely no idea for this slot; nothing about Bunker really lends itself to reinterpretation. He’s a US Army soldier on special assignment with some unusual gear; he has a hard time being either good or evil outside of whether the US Army is either of those things, and so making him neutral when the Army as an institution is already kind of neutral (it being very difficult for large sprawling organizations to have any straightforward moral direction across the entire thing) is rather pointless. So I was figuring this one, and possibly the entire project, was just a wash.
But then I listened to the OblivAeon episode, in which Baron Blade aka Luminary heroically dies. And gosh darn it, my desire to do something with that is greater than my desire to make a character as boring as “Tyler Vance with less heroism”. So here goes with a really, really weird and complicated character proposal; this may go down in history as my worst writeup since Heretic Specter Fanatic, but I’ll take that chance to try and make this project work.
Somewhere during the lull between World War 2 and the Vietnam War, as the tensions between Soviet Russia and SA Choose U were working themselves out on the Korean peninsula, word came down at the Pentagon that something was going down in Mordengrad, and the US needed to send a special operative there to deal with it…but Legacy would have been the wrong man for the job. There was too much bad blood between him and the dictator Ivan Ramonat, and he was too visible a signal of American involvement; with Mordengrad being behind the Iron Curtain, the US couldn’t be seen making that bold a move. Luckily, nobody knew anything about either Corporal Vernon Carter, an extremely secret armor-wearing operative who had been crucial to US victory in Poland but who had died securing assets that couldn’t be allowed to fall into Soviet hands, or Lieutenant Tyler Vance, a tech-savvy Southerner who had joined the army only a few years ago and quickly been hand-picked for the Ironclad Project. Dropping from a high-altitude stealth jet which was similarly an off the books black-ops creation that the Kremlin hadn’t yet discovered, the Bunker suit landed inside the outer-ring defenses of the Ramonat castle, where the fearsome Baron Fyodor had betrayed his distant cousins throughout Lithuania, Latvia and Russia by selling weapons to the Germans as they sought to conquer their way east. Though the castle’s defenses were far more advanced than their scouts’ intel had been able to determine, the Bunker suit was also superlative in its power, and Lt. Vance fought his way into the innermost chambers where he expected to find and slay Fyodor.
Instead, he found Ivan, the son who had just taken his father’s place after he succumbed to an illness which the outside world had never known he suffered from. Ivan wasn’t pleased with his father’s Nazi collaboration, but neither did he much favor the idea of working for Stalin in the same capacity; he had still been trying to decide how to proceed, but the arrival of an American super-commando clarified matters for him considerably. Activating still more advanced technology of both his and his father’s creation, Ivan literally took the Bunker suit apart, leaving Lt. Vance unconscious on the floor with not even his dog tags left, let alone his gun; Ivan studied the figure, and where his alternate universe counterpart would have seen a patriotic Ubermensch of the rival country that opposed him, instead Ivan saw only a man, as human as himself, as much dependent on technology - and, for all he knew, as much responsible for its creation.
Vance was a prisoner for weeks in Ivan’s castle, raging furiously against his captor and constantly plotting escape, but unable to ever gain an advantage against the slavishly loyal Battalion members, eerily human-looking robots (many crafted in the Baron’s own image), and other servants of Ramonat who ensured he remained tightly secured. Eventually, he was hauled out of his cell and brought to a laboratory, where the Lieutenant saw a partially stripped version of his own helmet with numerous electrodes attached in various places, wired up to the weird machinery the Baron or his father had created to generate absurd amounts of power to run various doomsday devices. Most puzzlingly, a duplicate of the same helmet sat on Ivan’s head, and Ivan sat in a chair similar to the one which Vance was now roughly strapped into by his mechanical jailors (no trusting a mere Mordengradi citizen with a task this crucial!). As the visor of his former helmet lowered in front of his eyes, Tyler Vance stared through the blue screen and its opposing red screen into the piercing green eyes of Ivan Ramonat, who looked back through red and blue to the also green (though a little grayer) eyes of the man who had very briefly been the Indestructible Bunker. Energy surged chaotically through the machines and into the two helmets, and the two men…
…seemed to fall…
…into each other’s eyes.
Now we have to back up to something that may or may not have ever been true in any other version of the Sentinel Comics universe. The Realm of Discord is a realm of nightmares where time flows strangely, and within that realm, portals look out onto other realities and other times. Anything can happen within that realm, although very few of the things which do are ever good. Arguably, this is one of those exceptions. For in a place that was not a place, for an extended period of time that was not time, the minds of one Ivan Ramonat and one Tyler Vance connected momentarily not only with each other, but with all the pasts and all the futures and all the alternate versions of both men. A million moments throughout a thousand possible lives flashed before their eyes - and somehow, in the minds of both erstwhile enemies at once, a decision was made.
Back in the castle in Mordengrad in the 1950s, one of the two bodies in the two chairs slowly and shakily got up, having already been freed from its restraints. The man looked around the lab, examined the devices, remembered building them, and also remembered momentarily intending to destroy them before being subdued. He looked at his hands, felt at his face for stubble, found a mirror in which to gaze at his own green eyes…and discovered that he didn’t remember whether the person he was looking at felt familiar or foreign. Feeling both at home and at war with his surroundings, the man gathered up several choice bits of machinery that he remembered how to rebuild into what he was going to need, stuffed them into a satchel, and then fled the castle, bound for the rendezvous point which he remembered the location of, where the Bunker suit and its occupant would march into the sea and seemingly be lost to the Mordengradi soldiers who would try to avenge their slain Baron. Reaching the hidden submersible he was to enter and use to return to America was much more challenging without a suit, but he was able to fashion a single-use rebreather out of some of his stolen tech bits, board the submersible, and convince its single pilot that he was indeed the agent he was supposed to pick up and bring home.
Fast foward through a number of boards of inquiry where he explained the loss of the suit but the overall success of the mission, and “Lieutenant Tyler Vance” was honorably discharged and given a new cover identity (with the highly improbable name of Kris Barron), since it would be 2016 before his activities would legally have to be declassified. As soon as he got back to the home he shared with his sister, the man got the remaining tech bits out of his satchel and set to work. First came a bracer, then a gauntlet, then armor all the way up to the arm…slowly, more and more purple metal was extruded by a nannite synthesizer, more power routed from Discordian batteries into an Omni-Cannon aperture, and more and more electronic computation devices were hooked up to a red glass faceplate. Meanwhile, a few phone calls secured the attention of an enterprising tech student named Mark Bennedetto, and some small business loans were funneled into the foundation of what was originally known as the Renovations and Energy Vector Optimization Technology Enterprises Company Headquarters Limited Liability International Corporation, more usually just called Revotech.
When the young vigilante Wraith and the newest inheritor of the Legacy line first approached the US Government about the possibility of funding a new superhero team, one name was floated almost immediately as a prospective recruit. Even before they got in touch with the brilliant particle physicist Meredith Stinson and her weird frosty friend, Legacy and Wraith would want to solidify their new Freedom Three team by talking to the up-and-coming publicity seeker who was making a name for himself in Megalopolis, rooting out threats to the president and meeting with diplomatic envoys, setting a new standard in charitable public works, and coming back again and again to tout his central leadership role in the prominent Revotech corporation, the hero known as Benchmark.
In the privacy of his own mind, even now, the world’s foremost technical genius isn’t entirely certain whether he’s the Tyler Vance of 1948, the Ivan Ramonat of 2016, or a little of both; he has so many memories from so many lives, both real and illusory, that he can never be entirely sure. All he knows for sure is that he understands the limitless possibilities of scientific invention (he’s not particularly interested in scientific discovery; let Tachyon waste her time in the lab chasing after knowledge, he only cares about what he can DO), and that it’s his mission to push humanity’s technological powers forward, just in case it ever has to defend itself against some overwhelming cosmic threat. With the armor of what he wryly terms the “Revenant Suit” being stored in ultra-compressed nannite form within tiny implants all over his body, he can turn into the Indestructible Benchmark whenever the need arises; no computer-hacking Australian or malevolent space AI will ever part him from the devices that constantly repair his flesh, allow him to fly, and slash and burn anything that stands between him and his goals. Perhaps, someday, he’ll decide to conquer the world, but for now he’s satisfied to simply protect it. He is the ultimate pinnacle of human achievement, the most brilliant and successful man ever to live…even if he still wakes up every morning not quite remembering his true name.