The space-ship rattles and grunts as she crosses time and space, cutting though the strings of everything and discrediting Einstein in a big way. A horse with no name sounds on the hallways of the ship, filling every corner of it with those fancy tunes of a time lost gone... Or... Well, it depends in what time-line you are and what time you surf. “Damn... This 70´s guys did really knew how to make traveling music!” Exclaimed the eccentric captain of this particular group. A guy dressed in commander uniform, wearing many, many badges and decorations, and a patch that made him look like some kind of government pirate. “Kawabunga!” A velociraptor with a fancy red hawaiian shirt, with a floral decoration, jumps in his skate while carrying a plate full of raw pork chops in his hand. A tough guy, just chilling while sitting on top of a ludicrously big gun chuckles and places his hands on his over-weighted belly. “This is very funny!” Exclaimed him in that thick Russian accent of his. “Enough lollygagging, lads! Let's have a super-team meeting!” Exclaimed the pirate-like captain though the deafening speaker system of the ship. “So everyone move ye' fancy butts to the bridge! A new name for the team must be argued before the next mission! Super-team is cool and all... But I think is not catchy enough.” Said the captain.