Kaptain Khaki

I am a man who has gone by many names. Used to be called John. My friends, though, they called me JZ. Then, after a brief time spent as a priest, I was Father Z. Most recently, however, I go by the name of Kaptain Khaki.

It came about several years ago, back when I was still employed by Wolverine Industries. I was synthesizing a chemical based on a reaction between Titanium isopropoxide, Triethylphosporoacetate, and the rare element Unununium, when things started to not go as planned. I could elaborate, but you would have to be a chemist to understand, so I’d just be wasting my time on you. And anyway, it really doesn’t matter. The only thing that’s important are the results.

The compound I accidentally created, now known as Chemical Z, is capable of infusing into the molecular structure of certain materials, altering the quantum electron fields. In layman’s terms, the chemical can strengthen the original material, creating an effect not entirely unlike a force field.

The copyright to Chemical Z is, of course, retained by Wolverine Industries. However, they did pay me a rather large sum for having discovered it. I won’t say how much exactly, but I will say that it was more than six times the population of Nebraska.

Anyway, while working with this chemical further, I accidentally spilled some of it onto the pair of khaki pants I happened to be wearing at the time. (It’s a little known fact, but khakis have replaced hazmat suits as the proper attire when handling dangerous chemicals.) Following this series of highly coincidental accidents, I decided to use my new force-fielded khakis to fight crime, under the guise of Kaptain Khaki.

I remember as a kid, rummaging through the attic of my grandfather’s house, finding an ancient sword and shield. My grandfather had been an archeologist in his younger days, and had discovered this rare collection from the middle ages. Now as a superhero, I knew that I needed a symbolic set of weaponry to go along with my new-found powers (and khakis). After a visit to the local blacksmith, where I had the weapons restored and painted, all I needed to do was infuse the weapons with Chemical Z. With a new pair of stylish foot-wings, which have absolutely no relevance to my powers at all, I was suited up and ready to take on the evilest of wrong-doers, and as I’m sure you all know, the rest is history.