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|NameOnMUSH=Mon-El
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=954
|Img=https://www.unitedheroesmush.com/index.php?title=File:DcG6kNYUwAAgOO8.jpeg
|FullName=Lar Gand
|Gender=Male
|Species=Daxamite
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=SFC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Explorer
|Citizenship=Daxam, United Planets
|Residence=Metropolis
|Education=Private Education - Royal Family
|Groups=[[Legion of Superheroes]], [[Justice League]], [[Superman Family]], [[Space-OOC]], [[World of Tomorrow-OOC]]
|Quote="Any courage I do have, I learned it from you."
|PAge=23
|AAge=23
|DOB=11 November 2005
|Height=180 cm (5'11")
|Weight=86 kg (189 lb)
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Chris Wood
|Song=
|Profile=Mon-El is a member of the 31st Century Legion of Super-Heroes and has traveled back in time over a thousand years with several other members of the Legion to seek a solution to an oncoming cataclysmic event that will affect the future. However, Mon-El and his fellow team members were stranded in the past and scattered to unknown parts in this time. With a shattered memory, lead poisoning, and a ticking time bomb in the future, Mon-El must find a way to make it back to his teammates...and the future, before it is too late!
===Current Player Approved: December 29, 2023===
|Description=The young man that stands before you seems to exude confidence. From his deep blue eyes, to his unkempt black hair, to the way he moves. He is tall, around 6'2", and appears in his late teens, early twenties. He weighs in at approximately 190 pounds, and is in excellent shape. His athletic, muscular physique is a reflection of his competence and power. Handsome, with a disarming, warm smile and a gleam to his eye, this man appears ready to take on the world, a true Prince of Daxam.
|History=Lar Gand was born into the Daxamite Royal Family, where he spent most of his time partying, sleeping with multiple women, and indulging in other pleasures with little regard to the plight of the commoner. Although he did not like the way his family treated its subjects, he feared rejection and did not know how to go about enacting change for the better.
 
When Daxam was devastated in the wake of Krypton's destruction, Lar's bodyguard sacrificed himself to save him and send him to Earth in an escape pod. However, as he was arriving, a solar event caused his pod to crash and resulted in him suffering from amnesia. Kal-El found the crashed ship in Smallville, and named Lar "Mon-El," thinking that since he seemed to gain Kryptonian powers upon exposure to Earth's yellow sun, he must be kin. However, Kal eventually suspected that Mon-El was not Kryptonian when he appeared immune to the effects of a small amount of kryptonite. He decided to test this theory with a larger piece, but inadvertently poisoned his friend due to the lead casing the kryptonite was in. Although it restored his memories, the lead poisoning was irreversible for the Daxamite, and Superman was forced to send Mon-El to the Phantom Zone to prevent the toxin from killing him until a cure could be found, even if it took a thousand years.
 
Indeed, a thousand years later in the 30th century, the Legion of Superheroes freed Mon-El from the Phantom Zone and cured him of the lead poisoning using a serum created by Saturn Girl and Brainiac 5 dubbed XY-4. Mon-El eventually became a full fledged Legionnaire, inventing anti-gravity Element 152 and using it to defeat a "sun-eater". Brainiac 5 later used this element to create the Legion Flight Rings. Over the years, Mon-El became an invaluable member of the Legion of Superheroes, even serving as Legion Leader twice and Legion Deputy Leader once. The adventures there are history for the future, in the 30th and 31st centuries. Mon-El has also traveled back into the past, traveling to many star systems in the Galaxy and becoming a part of the early history of many of the Worlds the United Planets now call members...in the future.
 
Currently, several members of the Legion were traveling back in time to attempt to prevent an unknown calamity occurring in the future. Mon-El was flung from the time sphere due to the combined machinations of Glorith, Mordru and the Time Trapper. They are preventing him from returning home, and have somehow robbed him of his memories, leaving him once more without a clue of who he is or where he came from. Therefore, Mon-El must once again set out to find his place in this new world.
|Personality=Due to the amnesia inflicted upon him by machinations of various enemies of the Legion of Superheroes, Mon-El is currently rather lost and confused. Though he vaguely remembers his Daxamite upbringing, he has no recollection of all of the noble endeavors he made with the Legionnaires after they cured him of lead poisoning, or even of his affiliation with them at all.
 
Part of his problem is that he is rather easily influenced by those around him, and it is difficult for him to find the drive to do what's right on his own, which was the main reason for his behavior on Daxam. He can easily lose his way without anyone to inspire him to action, or fall into apathy when surrounded by others of the same complacent attitude. As such he seems to be mainly worried about himself and his own needs, similar to the way he behaved growing up on Daxam. This often manifests as a selfish and uncaring attitude, however, deep down Mon-El is passionate about helping others in need and preserving life wherever and whenever possible no matter whose it is, as well as a strong, even self-sacrificial devotion to virtue and those he considers friends and family. He just hasn't figured out how to put all of that into action again just yet. This has lead to feelings of guilt and fecklessness, so he tends to become focused on himself and feeling good/having fun in an attempt to forget the woes of these unfulfilled desires.
 
Formerly, he was motivated by his friendship with Kal-El and the other Legionnaires, leading to him become an invaluable asset to the Legion. Now, he just needs someone to come alongside him and be the inspiration that Superman and the Legion were to him before, so that he can once again reach his full potential--and hopefully even regain his memories.
|Abilities='''EIDETIC MEMORY'''
 
Mon-El has a photographic memory, able to recall events and details from the past as though he was standing there now. It is like he is looking at a picture of the past event, and he can ascertain details from that picture, including sounds, feelings, smells, etc. His ability to learn is also superhuman, as his enhanced mind can do calculations, learn a new language, or observe events at an enhanced rate.
 
'''FLIGHT'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his body has absorbed the ability to shift gravity in such a way as to propel himself, through the air, at near limitless speeds or hover in place. Mon-El can easily obtain Earth orbit, and fly from the ground to space in seconds. Mon-El can also maintain near light speeds in space, although to travel any significant distances, he would have to locate wormholes or utilize a spacecraft.
 
'''HEAT VISION'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his senses are magnified under a yellow sun. His vision is enhanced to the point that when he concentrates, he can summon that solar energy and propel it through his eyes in bursts of extreme temperature "energy/heat" rays. These can burn through armor plating in mere moments, and destroy a battleship in seconds. Mon-El has complete control over these beams, and after years of experience in utilizing them, can use them with pinpoint accuracy, able to hit a gun in a criminals hand, or flash wield a damaged building, for example.
 
'''INVULNERABILITY'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, he can absorb the solar radiation of "yellow" stars. This ability provides him with an almost impenetrable energy barrier around his body that is almost impervious to any harm. This includes bullets, lasers, missiles, lightning, explosions, anything short of a nuclear explosion. Mon-El can also survive in extremely inhospitable environments, including space, the bottom of the ocean, gas, a volcano, the arctic, high radiation, without much effect on him. Mon-El's incredible endurance allows him to hold his breath for several hours without needing to take a breath. Due to the serum that Mon-El is taking to prevent his lead poisoning from killing him, he maintains these abilities in other solar environments as well, including red solar environments. It should be noted that Mon-El's invulnerability does not extend to magic, and he can be affected as though he was a normal human being.
 
'''SOLAR ENERGY ABSORPTION'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, he can absorb the solar radiation of "yellow" stars. This gives him several superhuman abilities, such as super strength, speed, breath, senses, and flight. Mon-El also gains enhanced healing, allowing him to heal from most minor or moderate wounds 10-12 times faster than a healthy human. This does not allow him to regenerate lost limbs. This also increases his lifespan and allows him near perfect immunity to disease. Mon-El also does not need to eat, as he absorbs the energy from the sun directly for nourishment. He can eat, and does enjoy eating when necessary. Mon-El will age slowly while exposed to a yellow sun. He could, theoretically, live for hundreds, if not, thousands of years. Under a blue solar environment, these abilities are also at a superhuman level.
 
'''SUPER BREATH'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his ability to absorb yellow solar radiation allows him to expand his lung capacity to a superhuman level. With that enhanced capacity, Mon-El can inhale vast amounts of air, and exhale it at hurricane level gust or at a sub zero temperature level, to freeze whatever he wants to freeze.
 
'''SUPER HEARING'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his senses are magnified under a yellow sun. His hearing is such that he can hear at all frequencies, and hear a conversation happening all the way around the world. With concentration, he can pinpoint even the slightest of sounds, and where it is coming from. With practice, he has developed a keen sense of hearing, able to filter out all the background noise and hone in on specific sounds.
 
'''SUPER SPEED'''
 
Mon-El is fast. Nearly as fast as the Flash on ground, and in the air, unbelievably fast. Mon-El tends to stay under Mach 3 when in the atmosphere, but with these abilities, he can run across water, up the side's of buildings, and maneuver at unstoppable rates, able to literally dodge a speeding bullet, or move out of the way of a laser (if he knows it is coming). These speeds allow him to read a book in seconds, do small menial tasks in moments, and change from costume to civilian clothes in a moment.
 
'''SUPER STRENGTH'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, he can absorb the solar radiation of "yellow" stars. While on Earth, this gives him superhuman levels of strength, making him the equal of an adult Kryptonian, such as Superman or Supergirl. Mon-El can tear a battle tank apart with his bare hands, hurl a Battleship into orbit, or punch through a building in seconds.
 
'''SUPER VISION'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his senses are magnified under a yellow sun. His vision is enhanced to the point that he can see things happening on the ground when he is in orbit around the planet as though he was standing right there. With concentration, he can even see down to the subatomic level. Mon-El also has X-Ray vision and can easily see through walls, clothing, armor, the ground, and into vehicles, except when covered by lead.
|Skills='''COMBAT'''
 
Mon-El has received hand-to-hand combat from some of the best fighters history has ever known. Val Armorr (Karate Kid) has taught him many martial arts, and he uses those in combination with his superhuman abilities with amazing efficiency. He is an above average combatant in hand-to-hand, and is also familiar with a myriad of weapons, including melee, firearms, energy weapons, and advanced technological devices from the future. It would be rare for him to resort to these, however, and he is a bit rusty.
 
'''INTERGALACTIC KNOWLEDGE'''
 
Mon-El has been a member of the Legion of Super-Heroes in the future, a prisoner of the Phantom Zone, and a galactic traveler in the 21st century. In all those years he has picked up a myriad of skills and knowledge from several hundred alien races. He knows politics, technology, cultures, science and history of several races he has come in contact with, and is familiar with the Intergalactic Community at large.
 
'''LANGUAGES'''
 
Mon-El has traveled from one end of the Galaxy to another. With his enhanced abilities, he has learned several languages from the intergalactic community, and even those on Earth. Mon-El knows most Earth languages, and most languages of the United Planets, including Interlac. Mon-El also knows Kryptonian and Daxamite, as well as Khundish, Dominator, Kree, Shi'ar, Skrull, to name a few.
 
'''LEADERSHIP'''
 
Mon-El was born to rule. As the eldest son of the Royal Family of Daxam, he has received training in leadership from the best their world had to offer. Mon-El is a natural leader, charismatic, and confident. An above average tactician and strategist, Mon-El has discovered that he is actually an excellent leader, when called to serve in that capacity, and doesn't shy away from the spotlight when placed in charge. Mon-El does not have a problem taking orders, but he has no problem stepping up and taking command when necessary.
 
'''MEDICINE'''
 
Mon-El is a talented first responder. Although not a medical Doctor or surgeon, he is a capable medic. With his special abilities, he can utilize his vision, speed, breath, and vision to operate in emergency situations, and has been the Legion battlefield medic many times in the past (future).
 
'''NAVIGATOR'''
 
Mon-El always wanted to be an explorer. To explore the stars, meet new life and new civilizations. To travel to distant stars. He has done that, and through that, discovered that he is a talented navigator. Mon-El is as comfortable traveling in space as he is on a planet, and is able to discover wormholes, identify stars, and pilot through space without difficulty.
 
'''PILOT'''
 
Mon-El is very efficient at flying advanced aircraft and spacecraft, from this century and the future. He is also an above average "flyer", under his own power, as he has spent years training in using his abilities against the worse the Galaxy has to offer. Although it may take a few moments to become familiar with a 21st century craft, he will get the hang of it in no time. Usually.
 
'''POLITICS'''
 
Mon-El spent many a yawn filled day learning about politics. Local politics. Regional politics. Planetary politics. Interplanetary politics. Intergalactic politics. Although he was not an apt student, he learned how to walk through the political mine fields of a complicated political schema. This developed in him a set of specific diplomatic skills that he can use, whether talking politics over dinner, or negotiating a terorist event.
 
'''SCIENTIFIC KNOWLEDGE'''
 
Mon-El was always interested in scientific knowledge growing up. As an advanced intergalactic race, the Daxamites have many advances that Mon-El knows and can use. Mon-El has also spent several years in the future, and can remember some of that advanced technology and science. He is not on the level of Brainiac 5 or Dream Girl, but he could hold his own in an scientific conversation. He is also a skilled mecahnic, and has a talent tinkering with spacecarft, from advanced engines, shields, and equipment.
|Resources='''ALLIES'''
 
Mon-El has made a lot of allies in his years of traveling to other worlds and other times. Many of these contacts he can call upon for aid if necessary, such early members of the Justice League (when he was in the past the first time), members of the UP, and future allies not relevant in the 21st century.
 
'''COSTUME'''
 
Mon-El's costume is made of futuristic, self-repairing Daxamite technology, tougher than anything on Earth. Any damage that the costume takes will heal over time, depending on how significant the damage is, from hours, to days. Mon-El also has sub-atomic hidden "pouches" on his belt, with a few odds and ends, just for the right moment. This allows him to store his civilian clothing and Legion items, such as his telepathic plugs, transuit, and omnicom. It also contains a few doses of the anti-lead serum he needs to survive.
 
'''LEGION FLIGHT RING'''
 
Mon-El became a full fledged Legionnaire after inventing anti-gravity Element 152 (or Valorum) and using that to defeat a "sun-eater". This element was used by Brainiac 5 to create Legion Flight Rings. This ring, which is keyed to each individual's DNA, allows the wearer to fly under its own power through the wielder's mental control, traveling at near mach 3 speeds if necessary. Although Mon-El doesn't need this aspect of the ring, it has other abilities such as: a communicator, able to talk to other people who have flight rings, capable of communicating at a distance of light years without lag!
 
'''LEGION ITEMS'''
 
Mon-El has kept his Legion gear and usually stores them within the hidden "pouches" on his belt. These include: Omnicom, an information storage/retrieval and scanner device; Telepathic plugs, allowing him to communicate with others even in hostile environments, like space or alien worlds or translate languages unknown to Mon-El; Transuit, which allows a person to survive in hostile environments, like space or alien worlds.
 
'''LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES'''
 
Mon-El became a full fledged Legionnaire in the future, and has been a stalwart member ever since. He has been Legion leader, deputy leader, and been on thousands of missions for the team. He can call upon them for help when necessary, and they can call on him. When they are around, or available. Right now, that includes the members currently in the 21st century.
 
'''SERUM'''
 
Mon-El must ingest a serum created by Saturn Girl and Brainiac 5 every 10 days to two weeks in order to stave off the effects of the lead poisoning that he has contracted. If he does not ingest this serum, in a short period of time, Mon-El will die of lead poisoning. This serum can be re-created by Mon-El, but Brainiac 5 can do it more efficiently and effectively. The ingredients of the serum are rare in the 21st century, but not impossible to find. Currently, Mon-El has enough serum to last 1-2 months.
|Weaknesses='''LEAD POISONING'''
 
Daxamites are not vulnerable to Kryptonite, they are vulnerable to lead. When exposed to inert lead, the Daxamite goes into shock, similar to an anaphylatic reaction. This will, in a short period of time, cause cardiac arrest and death. This can be from seconds, to minutes, to hours, depending on the amount of the exposure. This poisoning is uncurable, and there is but one way to prevent death, and that is with the Legion serum created by Imra Ardeen and Brainiac 5. This serum must be administered on a bi-weekly basis, or the serum breaks down, leaving the person vulnerable to the lead in their system. It should be noted that /constant/ physical contact with lead still affects Mon-El by weakening him to mostly human levels, but lead bullets or short term contacts would just sting and bruise. His suit, lined with inertron, prevents most of this, but it still affects him.
 
'''MAGIC'''
 
Mon-El's invulnerability does not stop magic attacks or effects. Mon-El can be affected by magic just like any normal human without protection.
 
'''ROGUE'S GALLERY'''
 
Many of Mon-El's enemies are of incalculable might and evil. They number amongst their ranks, Glorith, Time Trapper, Mordru, the Fatal Five, and many others, most of them incarcerated at Takron Galtos in the 31st century. Mon-El also has enemies in the 21st century as well. Most are not of Earth, and are dated from when Mon-El was in the past years ago. Over the centuries, Mon-El has made many enemies, and they would very much like to see him fall.
 
'''SOLAR ENERGY'''
 
Mon-El's metabolism requires the solar energy of a yellow (or blue, for example) sun to power his abilities. Without the yellow sun's energy, Mon-El reverts back to a normal average "human" being, without his super abilities, over a period of time. By pushing his abilities, he can drain them, so he can be weakened this way. It should also be noted that the red sun's radiation does not sap his powers while he has been taking his serum to prevent lead poisoning, a side effect of the ingredients in the serum.
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13765/For Love

2021-09-03T05:13:39Z

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|Date of Scene=2021/08/28
|Location=Typhon System
|Synopsis=Kara forges an unexpected alliance with Queen Rhea when Lar goes missing.
|Cast of Characters=954,55
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Should Kara take the shuttle Brainiac had prepared for her, it would indeed take her to the Typhon system, where she'd find a blue star and the planet Aite. And yes, it would appear the Daxamite fleet is there. Some of their ships are in orbit, while others have already landed planetside. It seems to be a pretty lush place, and doesn't seem to be populated by any other civilized races just yet. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers is keeping an eye out for Daxamites of course, and of course they're everywhere. This could be a very risky mission and of course she opted to wear something that blended in better with the local populace. That meant no Supergirl costume, but instead she wore a pale pink shirt and black pants in fabric and style similar to typical Daxamites culture. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, hidden beneath a hat to further hide her features. She had plugged in coordinates to the particular area that had been reportedly under attack by those wild creatures and sets the shuttles sensors to scanning the area for a suitable landing area. Now it's just shut back and wait for the shuttle to do its work. This may be a crazy idea but if they need help, maybe she can make a difference.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The AI on the shuttle finds a clearing near the partly-constructed colony, and sets down there. It was probably a good move to try to blend in, and for the most part, people do not recognize her even though they'd all have the same enhanced senses she does. But they just aren't suspicious. Especially since most of them haven't really seen her up close and personal before even if they have heard of her. Though it remains to be seen whether the same would go for the queen.     As for the colony, there are crates strewn about, and people are busy trying to get shelters and defenses set up, although it doesn't look like they've been here for that long. They're still mostly busy unloading crates from ships, but it would appear they've at least got shields up by now to protect them from environmental hazards including the local fauna. The weather is beautiful, and it seems like an ideal place. But the Daxamites seem to be troubled about something... 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers lands and steps out, listening in on the chatter of the local Daxamites. Probably the best way to blend in is to join them and offer help rather than wander off on her own. While listening in on them for a bit, Kara slowly draws closer to a group that are unloading crates, "Hey there, need a hand?" she offers with a friendly smile. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "...but she's been inconsolable--hey." One of them looks up at her as she approaches and offers a hand. "Huh, haven't seen you around here before." The man says, looking a little suspicious. He doesn't look much older than herself. "You from a different ship?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods "That's right, I just arrived here, a bit late but happy to help. I'm Kar--I..Karai." right, that's it. "So, how can I help? Looks like there's still a lot of unpacking to do." she smiles, trying to sound casual, trying to keep relaxed. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The two of them look at each other, a little bit weirded out. But the first guy looks back to her, chuckling. "You must have done -something- if your captain sent you away to help somewhere else." But the he sighs, the smile fading.     "Eh," he says, sitting down on an empty crate. "I don't know if doing any more unpacking is worth it, honestly. All the royal family seems to care about right now is tracking down the prince. He came by a few rotations ago to help fend off the local fauna. Surprised he even bothered, but he disappeared while he was out scouting the terrain. The queen thinks he's been kidnapped. With the radiation here I don't think any of the wildlife could have taken him that easily." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers laughs slightly nervous, perhaps trying to laugh with them instead of being laughed at. "Well, you know..I've just started a couple of days ago and got kinda..Lost, til I found this place. I thought I was in the right place but I guess not. Even so, my shuttle is gonna need refueling. In the meantime, I may as well help out where I can.." Siigh.Why are Daxamites so paranoid? Oh well.. Her smile also fades when they talk about the Prince.."Wait a minute..How long ago was this? We're any search parties sent out?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The man nods. "Of course, but they could find no trace of him. Some people think he just decided to take off without telling us, but that doesn't seem like him, even if he didn't always have the best relationship with his...er, family."     "Maybe you should try talking to the queen, huh? If anyone has details or updates on the situations, she does." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers blinks slowly, really not liking the idea of talking to the queen, but hey, she's on,y met her what, once or twice? And if there is any chance of finding and rescuing Lar, she might be her only lead. Kara frowns, clearing her throat. "Hmm, I see..And where-might i find the Queen..?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The man stands up and points over to one of the larger ships, parked in a clearing near the center of the settlement. "If she's planetside she'll probably be in there, it's one of the royal flagships." he tells her.     A pause. "You seem pretty concerned...you know Prince Lar personally?" he asks, out of curiosity. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers follows his hand, peering at the larger ship and sighs. Of course. Of course they'd be this close. Dammit.."Right, of course..Thank you.." she nods and starts to head in that direction, but pauses a moment, glancing at him with a shrug. "Yeah, you could say that..Hes an old friend of mine.." and then she's hurrying towards that ship. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The flagship is adorned with the royal family's emblem, and a walkway has been extended from the airlock, which is currently open. There is only a single guard standing in the doorway, probably because this is basically the middle of nowhere anyway. Of course there are always those who would try to steal. But before Kara can start worrying about trying to get past the guard, Queen Rhea actually emerges from the vessel herself. Although if one didn't know any better, she didn't look like royalty at the moment. Exhausted, haggard, and maybe as if she has been crying for hours.     She notices Kara approaching as she comes out. "Kara Zor-El." she says spitefully. Well there goes that plan. "What could possibly have brought you here, of all places, Kryptonian?" She demands, although her voice doesn't sound quite as full of fury as the last time she'd seen the woman. Instead, she just seems tired. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Well...She had hoped to slip,pats the guard with some lame story about inquiring about the Prince and offering her services as an old friend of the family..But that thought I'd thrown right out the window the moment she spots the Queen..Who recognizes her instantly. Well, so much for that idea. With a soft sigh she drops to one knee, bowing her head, "Your Majesty..I come here in peace. I heard that your people were experiencing trouble in the form of large wild creatures that were attacking settlers. Furthermore, I heard that your son had gone missing. I apologize for trespassing..I wish only to offer my services to help you find him.l" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Rhea stares at Kara as she actually drops down to a knee, showing the respect usually shown to her by lower ranked citizens of Daxam. And not only that, offers her help. She narrows her eyes. "Hmph. What is the meaning of this? You want something, don't you? I know. You just want our blessing to marry him, don't you? I'm no fool." she folds her arms. Well, this definitely wasn't going to be easy. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers sighs, shaking her head, "No, your Majesty. I know you could never accept me as a Kryptonite. I come merely as a fellow person, seeking to offer you my aid towards someone I care about. Although honestly it's what I would do for anyone..Right now, his safety means more to me than any sort of ulterior motive. I've already resigned myself to the realization that you will never accept me because I am Kryptonian.." she rises slowly to her feet. "But at this point, do you really have many other options to save your son? Please, allow me to at least try.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "..." Rhea listens to Kara, and tears begin to start in her eyes again. But she is loathe to show such weakness, and shakes it off, sighing. "For once, you are right. We have exhausted all our options in attempting to find him, and have found no leads. But Ms. Zor-El, weren't you acquainted with his friends...the so-called Legion? The ones who claim to be from the future? Perhaps they had some way of keeping track of him." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a brow, perhaps noticing the slightest trickle in the woman's eyes..She knows the feeling..The sadness over losing someone dear to you, or at least the fear. "Yes.lI am acquainted with the Legion..I can ask them for assistance in finding your son, but is there anything you can tell me about what led up to his sudden disappearance?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Rhea sighs and nods. "He came here a few rotations ago after he'd heard about the problems we were having with the local wildlife. He had gone out to scout for additional resources and potential new colony sites, but never returned. We scoured the entire jungle, and sent probe drones all over ever habitable parts of the planet. But there's been nothing." Suddenly she looks desperate. "Please, Kara...if the Legion gave you access to their systems, perhaps you could find at least a lead..." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods and frowns, "I understand, I will check in with the legion cruiser. If I find anything, you'll be the first to know." she looks around, considering, "Where was he last seen, somewhere near this area I presume?" hey it's a big planet. If this is where he was last scene, it'd definitely narrow things down. She had heard the locals say something about monsters in this area. She is also unsure if the prices already used will be any different than probes that the Legion might have, but Brainiac might be able to come up with something more accurate perhaps? 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Rhea nods. "I'll send the coordinates of his last known location to your ship." she says, turning back toward her own vessel. "...thank you." Well, that was a first. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods, bowing once more before turning away, heading back towards the shuttle. thankfully there's a communication radio on the shuttle and she taps into the Legion cruiser from there, tapping in the coordinates, trying to scan the computer database for any information. She also taps into the Legion cruiser communicator, hopefully Brainiac is still there, or so ei e else, "Hello, Kara to Legion cruiser, It sounds like Lar went missing when he came to this planet..Tapping in last known coordinates. Anything you can tell me about this place that sensors didn't pick up already?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     As soon as Kara gets back to the shuttle, the coordinates Rhea was talking about have been received. It seems he was last pinged somewhere a few miles out from the settlement, near a set of hills where the tree cover thins a bit.     Brainiac does answer the comm. "Lar's missing? Grife." he mutters. It wouldn't be the first time. "Have you tried pinging his flight ring? I know that seems elementary, but the technology is beyond most civilizations in the present century." he tells her. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers hmms, studying the map, taking the little sensor device with her and downloading the coordinates and map on it so she can follow. "His ring? Ahh of course. Alright, I should be able to use this scanner to ping it.What frequency is it set to?" she searches the shuttle for a basic stunner device, although she should hopefully be able to rely on her own powers out here, but you never know. "Alright Brainiac, I'll keep you updated, can you back me up if I need assistance?" Once she has some basic devices and some food and a small first aid kit packed into her knapsack, Kara heads out of the ship, deciding to head for his last known coordinates once she plots out a course. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "You should be able to do it from the shuttle you're in." Brainiac tells her. "It should be connected to our network." If Kara would do so, she'd find that there is, indeed, a signal. According to the Legion's database, it is coming from Charon, a backwater system with a red dwarf star and three planets. Only one of them is likely to be habitable by anything intelligent--Terra Nova.     Venturing out to the last known coordinates, Kara would find some evidence of a struggle. Scuff marks, scorch marks, damaged vegetation--but no trail or other indication of where the whoever caused the marks had gone. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers investigates the last known coordinates and frowns some more, trying to get anymore readings with her scanner, "Well isn't that interesting..No wonder-their scanners couldn't find him. I don't think he's even on this planet anymore." she goes back to the shuttle, climbing in and thankful that it was fully fueled before she used it. "Charon system..Red star, so..Someone kidnapped him..Again, and dragged him to some other planet. But why?" oh except he obvious. He's a prince, maybe they did it fir ransoms? Or perhaps...We'll let's not think of the brood right now. "Brainiac, I'm headed to the Charon system..Looks like he was kidnapped and taken there.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Charon?" Brainiac echoes. "Well that's basically in the middle of nowhere. At least right now, anyway. By the 30th--never mind." he cuts himself off, deciding not to talk about a future that may never come to pass. "You should be careful--you'll be weakened there. But you probably already knew that. Are you sure you want to go in alone?"     Speaking of which, she'd get another ping on the comms, and it's Queen Rhea. "Kara, did you find anything?" she asks, sounding desperate again. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers frowns, "Middle of nowhere, great..Lar, you are trouble with a capital T. Brainiac, I dint have time to wait but if you can keep in contact I can call you for backup if needed?" as Rhea chimes in she nods, "He's in Charon system, heading there now.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "If you get in over your head, let me know. I'll see if any Legionnaires can help out." Brainiac confirms. "Though it is pretty far out, might take them a while to get there."     "The Charon system? But..." A pause. "Wait....let me come with you." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a brow at Rhea. "Hmm? You know something? Umm..Alright then. I'm just outside, got a shuttle..Hope it's enough. It's a system with a red sun..should be ready for anything.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "No, it's just that..." Rhea pauses. "I didn't know there was anyone living out there. And I know it's a red star system. Which is why you could use all the help you can get."     In a few moments, the queen would approach the Legion shuttle, and request to board. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods, "It's a bit strange isn't it..Perhaps there really is someone out there.." she nods, not sure where this venture will lead but she's more worried about saving Lar. She opens the door as Rhea approaches, not having yet taken off. it's not a huge shuttle but roomy enough. She is already plugging in coordinates and getting ready to take flight. "Your majesty. I hope this shuttle is fitting enough for your likeness..Ready to leave when you are." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Rhea climbs aboard. The shuttle is certainly no freighter, but it has more than enough space to fit a few people and also has a small cargo bay. She sits down in the cockpit next to Kara. This was about the last thing she ever expected to find herself doing, but she's decided she hasn't a choice. She's already exhausted all of our own resources in trying to find Lar, but all to no avail.     She straps in and sniffs a little, sighing. "You can drop the formalities, I'm not your queen, anyway." she mutters. "Let's just get going. The sooner we find him, the better." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods, "Yes Ma'am.." and she has already typed in the coordinates, turned on the engines and once Rhea is strapped in, the shuttle will start to launch skywards. "Computer, how long until we reach our destination?" she asks aloud as she checks coordinates, fuel reserves, weapons and shields. It's a sturdy vehicle, hopefully it's enough. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The fuel reserves will be just enough to make the trip and then get the nearest fueling station afterward, even if it's a bit long. Certainly, Brainiac would have said as much if not. The onboard computer recites the ETA. It'll be several hours, even at FTL speed in a ship from a thousand years in the future.     As they reach the stars, Rhea stares out the window. She is quiet for a while, but at some point during the trip she asks Kara a question. "Do you ever think about what could have been done to save Krypton?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods, settling back in her seat. It's gonna be a long trip. And she'll be stuck with the one person who hates her the most. Greaaaaat. But at least they have something in common, that is, their love for Lar. Shes interrupted from her thoughts as Rhea speaks, "Hmm?" Kara arches a curious brow at her. "Of course I do, all the time." she sighs, "I honestly don't know what went wrong, but I know my father and uncle did everything in their power to try to stop it..I was still young at the time but I believe everything that could have been done was done.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Rhea quirks a brow back at Kara at that. "And you have never questioned that?" she asks. Funny, Lar asked her that very same question before, didn't he? But she shakes her head, shrugging it off. "Never mind. It doesn't matter any more. Our homes are gone, and nothing can be done about it. I suppose it's no use losing oneself in past traumas." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers sighs and nods, "I questioned it all the time. I always wondered if not more could have been done, if we did the right thing, if we waited too long..I wonder if it really was just an accident, unavoidable or no. But..Your people were not the only ones who suffered.lI lost my friends, my family, my entire planet.." well she doesn't have-to tell Rhea that she at least has some subjects, and she has her family. And now a new home. But it's best to let bygones be bygones. "We should focus on trying to rescue Lar..Do you recall seeing anything unusual or suspicious in this new colony aside from the local flora and fauna?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Rhea frowns. "No, there was nothing, other than the evidence of a struggle left behind at his last known location....which I assume you also observed. Whoever did this, they covered their tracks well." she she shakes her head.     The rest of the trip is relatively uneventful, but as they arrive in the Charon system, they can already begin to feel the red solar radiation sapping their strength away. Terra Nova is the third planet from the red dwarf star, a hot, arid terrestrial planet but at the same time the only one that is conceivably habitable by anything civilized. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods and frowns. "Indeed. How very strange.." surely there must have been some witnesses. But for now, she needs to conserve energy. Kara outs the shuttle in auto pilot and takes a quick nap as she waits for them to arrive at their destination. When they finally get near to their destination, she shivers, jerking awake and looking around, "Hmm, Terra Nova, that's our destination..Not a super large planet..The shuttle picked up on his ring and should lead us right to him..Computer, can you tell us anything about the inhabitants of this planet?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Terra Nova, Charon System, Sector 2911. First contact: United Planets Ambassador LaFong, 2875. Primary export: Sandstone, minerals. Primary import: Water, organic food rations. No further data available." Whoops, someone didn't update the database there. Rhea arches a brow at this. "These people truly are from the future, aren't they?" she remarks as the shuttle takes them planetside. At least on such a flat, desert-like landscape, finding a safe landing zone isn't difficult. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers frowns at the dates given, shaking her head, "Okay wait..Sooo this place isn't even inhabited til some nearly 800 years into the future?" she sighs, wondering if that's a good thing or bad. If it's deserted then what is Lar doing here and who brought him here? Well only one way to find out! She lands and grabs so,e essential supplies along with her tracker, still linked to Lar's ring to lead her onwards through the-barren desert.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I don't know about not inhabited." Rhea says as they disembark. "First contact just means that was the first time the locals interacted with the larger galactic community. Sounds as if by then, there's some sort of galactic conglomerate. At least, in their future."     The signal would have them trekking through the hot desert, the red sun baking down mercilessly. It wasn't actually -that- far, but it still felt like an eternity, especially with their powers draining away quickly.     But finally, they are able to spot what looks like a city built over a large oasis. Not much technology there by the looks of it, which may explain why there's no data about the locals until over 800 years from now. Though, it is beautiful, aqueducts running along the tops of squarish-looking buildings that no doubt carry water to the city's residents, and tropical rooftop gardens. Also still plenty of natural places to enjoy. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers frowns and nods, "Right, of course. I meant there are likely natures living here. Then we should be careful, they may not have met aliens before." they continue on in silence for a while and Kara is glad she at least brought some water. Sometimes she relies too much in her powers, but late,y she's been working out a lot on the legion ship. When the6 reach the city, she pauses to take in the scenery. "Wow..Primitive but beautiful.." she glances at her tracker, wondering if they're close. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Other than Lar, presumably...or perhaps whoever brought him here, as primitive as this city appears to be, I doubt the locals would have had the capability to pull off something like that." Rhea notes. She pulls out a small handheld device and hands it to Kara. "I found these on the shuttle, they appear to be a translator of some sort. I believe it will be useful."     The signal is coming from somewhere in the heart of the city, it seems. The place is guarded by stone walls, and at the gate is a pair of guards armed with spears. Rhea sighs. "I will distract them...you find a way in." Well, there does appear to be some kind of maintenance work or something going on nearby, some workers are standing on a wooden scaffolding that runs most of the way up the wall. If she has a little bit of her strength left, she might be able to jump the rest of the way. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers hmms, nodding in agreement. "So not a native then..But then why bring him here?" well maybe to hide him, or bring him to someone, or...She frowns, trying not to let her imagination wander too far. She nods and takes the translator, slipping away, pausing as they reach the walked off area and nods, "Be careful.." but there's no time to waste. As Rhea moves to distract them, Kara walks around the perimeter, searching for a possible way in..Spotting the scaffolding, she takes a running leap and tries to reach it.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Kara makes the jump, landing easily on one of the platforms, although she probably didn't need to since there are ladders. It's the gap between the platforms and the top of the wall she may need to jump. As she lands, a worker is startled. He appears to have been working on a mural of some kind, and the paint splatters as he startles at her arrival. "Ah! What did you do that for? There are ladders, you know! Who are you anyway? So many strange happenings around here lately..." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers doesn't have time for ladders, enough time has passed already. She just shakes her head, reaching fir his bucket, "I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry right now.." she pauses him no more mind, referring to her tracking device to see where to go next. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Once Kara makes her way over the wall, leaving the confused worker behind, she'd find herself in an open-air marketplace of some kind, which is what's on the immediate other side of the gate where the guards are. She can see that it looks like Rhea is getting arrested, or something, but one look from her and Kara can tell she would rather the Kryptonian find Lar first.     The signal is very close, now...     Suddenly, there is a shout and a bunch of music starts playing. Immediately, people rush away from the main road as someone shouts "Make way! Make way for her Majestic Eminence Glorith!" Some kind of magical carriage comes parading down the street, trimmed with gold and laden with silky cushions on a massive throne-like chair. A beautiful woman with white-blonde hair and clothed in a glittering lavender-colored gown is lounging there. And by her side, is Lar, clad in similarly fancy clothing. But something definitely doesn't look right about him. Glorith seems to be quite enjoying herself, but he just has this vacant look on his face. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers steps through the marketplace, looking this way and that, trying to figure out just what sort of a place this is. She notices Rhea getting arrested and nods slowly to her. She will have to rescue her later, after she's found Lar..But what is this? Her eyes narrow upon the carriage, focused on Lar and she gives a little gasp, stepping forward, trying to get a better glimpse of him. She wants to call out to him, but it would do no good to draw attention to herself, so she follows the trajectory of the carriage, making her way through the crowds as she tries to keep it in her field of vision. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The carriage starts to parade around the marketplace, those who happen to be out here bow down before the woman as it passes by them.     But a young girl, who looks to be about middle school aged, tries to sneak up behind it and swipe a fruit from a basket that sits atop the back of the throne-like chair. She's wearing rags and looks like a street urchin.     Immediately, there is a blur of motion and Lar is suddenly on top of her, having grabbed her by the wrist of the hand that had grabbed the food. It falls to the ground as she desperately tries to squirm away, but of course he is far too strong. The carriage stops and Glorith stands up, tsking and shaking her head. "You should have known better than to try stealing from -me-, little girl!" she laughs.     But the girl stops her flailing and glares up at Glorith. "You've brought nothing but suffering and corruption to this land!" she shouts defiantly.     The sorceress gasps, appalled. "You -dare-!" Then her gaze falls upon Kara, and she marches up to the Kryptonian. "You, tell me--what should my husband do to this insolent whelp, hm?" At this distance, Kara can see that the woman is wearing a talisman around her neck, the object glowing with magical energy. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers blinks slowly as a bunch of things happen all at the same time. That poor girl..And Lar, what's he doing? He must surely be under some sort of a spell..And suddenly the focus is on her, and Kara swallows, wondering if she somehow gave herself away.. Best to play this low key, keep her off-guard. She bows deeply, reverently to the woman, noting that amulet about her neck. "Your majesty. I doubt that my humble opinion would matter, but clearly she is a thief and thieves should be punished. I would imprison her and make a public display of her mistakes.." as she speaks, Kara makes a mental note of any surrounding guards, and then there's Lar. Best to get her alone and unguarded before making a quick move. "I am from out of town and know some especially cruel punishments that I would be happy to show you, if you would allow me.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Hm." Glorith considers this, or at least makes a show of doing so, then nods. "You have judged reasonably." Looking over to Lar, she instructs him: "Take her to the penitentiary below the palace, love." The Daxamite obeys immediately, dragging her off away from the marketplace. Kara might be able to note that Rhea is being taken in the same direction as well.     "Cruel, hm?" the sorceress replies to the offer. "I would much prefer something fitting than simply cruel, but yes, let's discuss further tonight, over dinner."     With that, Kara would be escorted to the palace, likely the most magnificent structure out of all the architecture in the city. A vaulted ceiling high overhead in the atrium is adorned with beautiful paintings, and expensive looking sculptures grace the hallways.     One of the servants would show Kara to one of the guest rooms on the 2nd floor. It's just as beautiful as the rest of the place, with a queen-sized bed covered with the most comfortable upholstery, spacious wardrobe full of all kinds of fancy outfits, vanity dresser with mirror, every comfort a girl could possibly ask for. "A maid will see to you soon." the escort tells her. "If you have any specific meal requests, you may tell her, and she will pass it on to the cooks." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers wonders if she went too far, she doesn't want that poor girl to get hurt or even killed because of her, but..If she's being kept in the same place as Rhea, that will mean feee places to check later. Glancing back to Glorith, she arches a brow at her as she hesitates at the word cruel, but nods and smiles. "Of course your majesty, I would be happy to help.." and then she's inside, in a guest room. Well this is interesting. "Hmm, thank you, I have no specific requests." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Very well then." The servant nods and leaves, but before long, the maid he was talking about arrives with a tray of drinks and snacks. The woman can't be much older than Kara herself, with dark brown locks and deep green eyes. But, there is a desperate sadness about them. The tray is set on the vanity, and she bows respectfully. "Is there anything I can get you, ma'am?" she asks timidly. "Her Eminence's guests will want for nothing." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers shakes her head, peering at the food. "Oh..Hmm, thanks for this. May I ask you something, Miss? Why do you seem so sad? Is not your majesty Glorith a good and just ruler?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "..." The woman is a bit taken aback at Kara's question, and she just stares at her for a moment. Then, she shuffles over to the door and closes it before looking back to the Kryptonian. "No...the Empress is a cruel and harsh mistress, taking whatever she fancies from the people and punishing those who dare speak out against her. No one can remember what came before her, it is as if she were always here...but I do not believe it." she finally answers. "I don't believe her husband is truly married to her, either. At least not of his own accord. I tried speaking to him, once. But it was as if I were invisible. In fact, I don't think anyone has ever seen him speak to anyone."     Suddenly, she looks even more desperate, her eyes pleading. "Please, I know there is good in your heart. Honor in your eyes. The amulet she wears--you must take it and destroy it in the Shifting Sands of Nesquic. It is the only way." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers blinks slowly at the woman, rather surprised..Not that this woman is evil of course, but that she doesn't have a spell over all her subjects. but if that's the case, what hold does she have over them. "I believe you and I'm here to help..I only made up those lies to get in here and rescue Lar..Tell me more about this amulet, I suspect it co trails Lar, probably has some power over most of her subjects too, hm? And what's this sands of nesquit?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "The power she holds is fear." the maid tells her. "She and her supposed husband are powerful beyond our wildest imagination..." She shakes her head. "The Shifting Sands are a day's travel east of here. They are...unpredictable. Dangerous. They consume everything they touch, and one can never be sure where they will shift. I know it's a difficult task, but her guard will be down tonight--I am not sure if another opportunity will present itself." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods, thinking. "Soo..This amulet makes people fear her, and what of the control she holds over Lar? I can assure you that he is just as much a pawn in her plans. The Lar I know is a kind and caring person..The man I saw today was a total stranger to me. he is not like that usually. And those prisoners, where did they take them?" so much information to remember fir later and she has to figure out her priorities. "A day's walk east of here, okay..How will I know when I find them?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I believe that destroying the amulet will release him from the spell." The young woman replies. "The fear is not artificial, it simply enforced by the examples she makes out of those who defy her." She shudders at this, thinking of some of the horrible things she's inflicted on people. Her brows go up when Kara talks about what Lar is really like. "I sincerely hope what you say is true. If it is, then he will be of great help in freeing us from her tyranny..."     "They are usually taken to the dungeons in the basement of the palace. There is a stairway behind the dining hall." she answers the question about the prisoners' location.     "You will know the Sands when you see them, I promise you...but I must go now, I have already lingered too long." She backs away, hurrying out the door before anyone can get suspicious of her. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods and smiles. "Thank you miss, you have been very helpful. And I will do my best to help liberate your people." phew this has suddenly become much bigger than she had intended. But for now she needs to conserve her strength, and hopefully dinner will be announced soon. For now, she lays back on the comfy bed and rests. It's been a long trip.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Kara would be left to her own devices for a couple of hours, though she is not free to roam every part of the palace. The stairs to the dungeon are behind locked doors, and there are a few other places that are barred to her entry. But just after dusk, she would be invited to dinner with Glorith in the dining hall.     A small table is already set for the two of them, rife with all kinds of delicacies. It's certainly more than her fill, and she could probably ask for even more if she wanted. Though the food is unfamiliar, it still looks delicious. When Glorith enters, now wearing a shorter, white dress with frills at the bottom and open shoulders up top, she isn't alone. Yes, Lar is with her, and he stands a few paces behind her, keeping watch over the proceedings to make sure no one tries anything. Well Kara certainly knows how sharp and fast he is. The amulet is still hanging around her neck, resting against the bare skin above that form-fitting dress.     "I don't think I ever got your name." the sorceress says, sitting down at the table. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers waits patiently, wandering the halls a bit if only to see if she can overhear some conversation, but mostly just keeping to herself. When the dinner bell is ring and she is led to the table, she peers around the room, keeping an eye out for that hidden stair case. Hmm, hadn't the servant said that she is at her weakest at dinner? perhaps sleepy after a nice meal. Kara sits down and nods, "Mt name is Karai Zerav." she says, just in case dmg his woman knows of Kara Zor el. "You look wonderful tonight, your Majesty, and this I presume us your husband..?" she glances at Lar, wondering if he recognizes her. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The conversations she would hear line up with what the maid said earlier, they are all very frightened by Glorith and Lar, and some of them are even wondering if Lar is even alive or if he's actually just a construct or machine. By all accounts, he's never talked to anyone and the only people he pays mind to are the ones Glorith directly instructs him to.     Glorith smiles, although...it doesn't seem to actually be a happy smile. But she has everything she wants, right? "Thank you, and yes, he is..." There is a small, sad sigh at that, though. She says nothing more for a moment, instead starts into her meal.     Lar doesn't move even as Kara glances at him--it's no wonder some people are speculating that he isn't even alive. However, this time, when she locks eyes with him for just a moment, there is something--a glimmer of recognition, of desperation--though it is fleeting. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers keeps her mask of friendliness up though it drops ever so briefly as she gazes upon Lar then quickly looks away again. "I see..May I ask something, your Majesty? Are you happy? Is your husband..Well? He seems a bit..Ill. Pardon me for prying but I am concerned." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I--of course I'm happy, it's beautiful here, isn't it?" Glorith answers, although she doesn't actually sound convinced of this fact herself. Another sigh at the question about her so-called husband, and she begins to fidget with her eating utensils a bit. "It's nothing, he's just...a very private, and very shy person..." She wrings her hands, and after a moment she tries to change the subject. "Karai, what wouldn't you do for love?" she asks. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers frowns a bit, eating in silence for several moments longer. She can feel her hands clenching into tight fists at the irony of all of this, and the anger and pain she feels in seeing her beloved bound my magical means, unable to express himself or move a muscle without her permission. It takes her a moment to calm down, to collect herself, forcing a smile upon her features. "I think..One thing I would do for love is to set those I care about free. Love is about selflessness, of seeking happiness for those you love above your own personal desires. I would never dream of capturing or controlling the one I love in order to make myself happy. in fact I doubt that I would be happy if my beloved were miserable and in a cage or otherwise forced to be with me against his will." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Ohh, that stung. And it stung because it was true! Tears start to well up in Glorith's eyes, and she has neglected her meal now. "But haven't you ever been in love? Truly and desperately? Every waking moment, and even in your dreams? Only to be rejected?! Do you know how it feels?!" She really is a mess. "I didn't want to cage him, I -wanted- him to be himself! But I had no choice!" The other woman puts her face in her hands, beginning to sob. "I have everything I ever wanted now, but I'm still as miserable as ever..."     Finally she looks back up at Kara, her face stained with tears now. "...but he responded to you just now, didn't he? You aren't just some stranger...you're the one he loves, aren't you? You're Kara Zor-El." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers sighs and shakes her head. "Yes, yes I have been in love, but I had to let him go fir the greater good. Because I know my being with him would only hurt him in the long run." she looks back at Lar with gentle, loving eyes, then looks away, fighting back her own tears. "I doubt that's true, you always have choices. Maybe not the choices you hoped for but they were your choices nonetheless. How could you possibly be happy with someone who hates you, who has been turned into nothing more than your mindless puppet? This is not love and it's not making anybody happy. Perhaps one day if you freely give your love to someone rather than demand it against their will, you may one day have that love returned. But until then..Please let Lar go.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Glorith stares sadly at Kara, tears still streaming down her face and her eyes red and puffy. Her makeup is a mess by now. She really is an emotional wreck. But her expression hardens, turning angry as her fists clench. "Wh-what? H-he doesn't hate me!" she cries out. "What choices? This, or a life of torment, forever longing after something I can never have? You have his love, you've always had it! You would never understand!"     The sorceress stands up, gripping the pendant in her fist. "No! I will never let go! If this is the closest I can get to living my dreams, then it will just have to suffice! I--" But suddenly she wavers, as if struck by sudden wave of lethargy. "I-I....I'll...never leave..." Stumbling, she abruptly collapses to the floor, unconscious. So, perhaps -that's- what the maid meant earlier when she'd said Glorith's guard would be down. Her hand falls away from the talisman, the amulet still dangling from her neck. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers frowns a bit as she watches Glorith's confused and violent emotions. "I'm sorry that you couldn't make him love you. But you could never be happy with him, you know.." she narrows her eyes upon her, eyeing that pendant, waiting her chance.. And then suddenly the woman is down on the ground, unconscious. Kara makes a show of rushing to her side to check on her. "Your Majesty, are you alright?" quietly she slips the pendant off her neck and over her own head, hiding it underneath her collar. "Hello, can someone help her to her room?" she glances around to see if any servants will come to her aid. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Indeed, two of her servants rush into the room. "Ah, Her Eminence! What happened?" They don't seem to be paying the pendant any mind. "I'll get a medic. We can take it from here." One of them tells Kara.     As soon as Kara touches the talisman and even puts it over her own neck, she can feel a strange warmth as it rests upon her skin. Then, there is an odd feeling--something she can't quite place. But it's almost as if she has suddenly inherited new powers. The magical energies within the amulet are now hers to command, if only she knew how.     Lar is still standing there, but his empty gaze is now fixed on her instead of Glorith. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers steps back, letting the servants fuss over Glorith. She turns to face Lar now, glancing over him, waving her hand over his face. "Lar, can you hear me? Are you alright now? You're free..You're no longer under her spell. Please say something?" How the heck does this pendant work anyway? she glances down at it, rubbing it between her fingers. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The soft glow of the amulet pulses slightly between her fingers, but doesn't go out. She can feel the energies thrumming inside of it. Lar watches her movements, and seems to be paying her his full attention. However, he doesn't say a word.     In the background, the two servants lift Glorith onto a stretcher and take her upstairs. Not long after that, the maid from earlier approaches her. "Kara Zor-El," she whispers, her tone urgent. "You must go now, before her loyalists become suspicious and try to detain you. The only way to end the spell is to destroy the talisman at the Shifting Sands." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers blinks at the amulet, blinks at Lar. "Okay...Soo I guess the spell on you wont break til I break this then huh.." she sighs, well that's just great. "Okay, but you can follow basic commands, right? Let's get to the prisons below and get your mom and that girl out of jail. Who knows how much time they have left before they're fed to the lions or whatever." she nods to the girl, "You said the prisons are just below right? Secret door should be around here somewhere right?" and she starts looking around.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Yes, there is a trapdoor behind the kitchen." The maid replies with a nod, then looks toward Lar. "He knows where it is."     Sure enough, as soon as Kara had spoken those words, he is off to carry out her commands. It's as if he knew -exactly- what she had in mind. There is quite a commotion as he smashes right through the locked door and goes about freeing the ones specified, blowing past any guards who try to resist. Although in all honesty, when they see him on task, they know how strong he is. Most of them know better than to get in his way.     So it's not long before he comes back with the both of them in tow. The girl just stares at Kara, bewildered.     "Wh-what's going on? Why'd he only free us? What about the rest of them?"     Rhea just looks at Lar, and then looks at Kara. "What happened, Kara?" she asks. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers sighs, glancing at Lar, not quite expecting him to have carried out the task quite so swiftly. "Wow..That's..." she nods to Rhea. "Okay, here's the deal, I got the pendant back from Queen Glorith, it seems to be controlling Lar somehow. I'm sure Glorith's army will figure it out sooner or later. Soo.." She sighs, trying to figure this out. "Lar, why dont you go and free the rest of the prisoners and meet us by the front gate. We need to drop this pendant in some shifting sands east of this city. But we may need some sorta backup if and when the locals suspect what's going on. And I dunno how to use this pendant thing." She nods to Lar. "Once you free the prisoners meet us by the front gate, those who want can try and slow down any resistance, give us some time to get away and destroy this pendant." To the little girl she smiles gently. "I'm sorry I used you like that. You are free to go. Stay safe. We'll liberate this city one way or the other." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "W-wait, not all--" The girl begins, but it's too late, Lar is already on it. Freeing -everyone- in the dungeons is going to take a little more time, even as fast as he is.     Rhea interjects, though. "But why not? It will be a welcome distraction, especially if there are some who have chosen to be loyal to this Glorith for reasons other than fear or manipulation."     Sure enough, there is yet more commotion coming from dungeons, as those who were both justly and unjustly imprisoned are suddenly free. Yep, the rioting has already begun. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers sighs, wondering if she made the right decision. It seems she has to be very specific when giving orders. However, they have other important things to consider. "Come on. Let's get out of here." and she hurries out of the palace while the guards are hopefully distracted by the commotion going on below. "Now, which way out of here, best to avoid the dungeons and the chaos there.." Kara heads for the main stairway instead. Hopefully this palace isnt too huge, and she's mostly retracing her steps since coming here in the first place. She's not sure how much time they'll have before they're spotted but hopefully the commotion will buy them some time at least.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The chaos isn't just in the dungeons any more, it's all over the palace and the streets now! The prisoners have made it out and many of them going around wrecking things and looting things in general. So yes, the guards are definitely suitably distracted, and Kara and her crew would have no trouble slipping out unnoticed.     And by the time they reach the gate, Lar is already there, waiting for them. Just as she'd instructed. Rhea sighs. "She really did make him into her completely obedient slave, did she..." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers says little to Rhea as she slips through the crowds, barely making it to the gates when they meet Lar rather easily. "Wow..Okay, that was really quick.." she slips out the gate, peering around. "Okay, I guess we just walk east until we see these shifting sands? I really wish we had some fast vehicle to get us there quicker.." it would be nice to know where they are even. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The girl from earlier stares at Kara. "The...Shifting Sands of Nesquic? You're going -there-?" she backs away. "I...should stay here. I have to find my friends. But if you really do want to go there," She points across the dunes, toward what looks like some kind of rock formation that can be seen in the distance. "Just go toward that." Then she hurries off and disappears into the chaotic streets.     "Hmph, if the ship you came in belongs to the Legion, can it not be summoned? Or do you not know how to use the technology?" Surely, Lar would know. But he doesn't even seem to be aware of the conversation happening right in front of him. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods to the girl, "Thank you. Stay safe now, it's gonna get pretty crazy out here soon." she glances at the others, "Follow me, the shuttle isn't far from here." if those sands are as dangerous as they say, it'll be dangerous to just walk into them. They might stand a better chance flying over it. And she hurries through the outskirts towards where she parked the shuttle, waiting for the others to follow as she fiddles on the control pad. "Let's see..Low altitude hover mode..?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     It's a good thing Brainiac had picked a craft that had a bit of a smarter VI built in, you know for people who just want to get from Point A to Point B without having too many piloting skills. So she wouldn't have too much trouble instructing it to fly lower to the ground, although there -are- safety limits. But on this mostly flat terrain, they aren't that high.     Rhea gets in, and Lar would if instructed to, otherwise he would just follow along himself as he has no trouble keeping up with the vehicle. Soon enough they are cruising over the dunes, due to reach the destination far more quickly than walking.     And sure enough, as the maid had said, it's pretty obvious once they arrive. The Shifting Sands of Nesquic appear to be a massive bed of quicksand, she can see the sediment twisting and writhing along as if it were alive. It's not fully clear where it begins and ends, as its boundaries seem to be constantly in flux. A spot that appeared to be flat often suddenly pulled away. No wonder the locals preferred to steer clear. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers is eager to get this over with as quickly as possible, and while it seems odd to have to order Lar around, she wants him close by and so she does indeed order him nicely into the shuttle craft. After that, it's just focusing intently on the controls, making sure they're not hovering too low for fear of getting sucked into the sand dunes themselves. Once they make it to the shifting sands, it's hard not to notice that this must be the place. Kara un straps her safety belt and winds down the window, pulling the necklace off, "Queen Rhea, can you take the controls? We need to get just a little closer for me to drop the necklace in.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Let's just get this done with quickly." Rhea says, nodding. She takes the controls, opening an airlock for Kara to throw the pendant out of. The Sands slither about below her, almost like a pit of snakes just waiting for someone to devour...     Just as she is about to drop the amulet down there, a burst of purple energy explodes out of the sky in front of her, and Glorith suddenly appears! But unlike before, she doesn't seem angry. Just desperate. "Kara, wait!" she calls out upon seeing the talisman dangling there. "Please don't do this. Don't take him away from me! I...I've worked so hard for all of this..I..." Tears are in her eyes again. "I can give you anything you want, and I promise I'll free him! If he still doesn't want me, then I'll accept it this time...Please, just give me the pendant..." she begs, her hand outstretched. But should Kara believe her? 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Kara Zor-El do -not- believe that witch!" Rhea calls from the cockpit. "I'm almost certain she's just trying to play to your weaknesses..." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers braces herself against the door frame, biding her time until the ship is steady enough for her ti throw it, She draws back her arm to throw..Then pauses, hesitating as Glorith calls out to her. "Your majesty.." she frowns softly as she watches her, and can't help but feel some compassion towards her. She's about to lose someone whom she believes she 'loves' even if it's a twisted obsession more than love. And she seems truly broken over this. Even so.. "Your Majesty, I am truly sorry that you could not make him love you back.." her eyes narrow, clenching the pendant tightly, "But I can't let you enslave him against his will any longer!" and with that, she hurls the pendant into the shifting sands with all her might. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "NOOOO!" Glorith screams as the pendant falls. She tries desperately to use her magic to catch it, but she's not quite fast enough. The amulet falls, the small object quickly consumed and crushed by the quicksand. The glow is snuffed out. And sure enough as she had been told, Lar finally snaps out of it, although he seems a bit disoriented. "...wha...?"     And then the sorceress flies into a rage. "What have you done?! You've ruined everything! Everything I've worked so hard for!" she screeches. She raises her hands, and a bolt of magical energy blasts toward Kara. Fortunately, Rhea manages to close the airlock before it hits, causing the bolt to hit the ship's shields instead. Still, it packed quite a punch. "Shields at 12%." the onboard VI reports.     "Let's get out of here." Rhea says. Although, there is the issue of the chaos that Kara left behind in that oasis city, a situation Glorith could easily take advantage of if they simply left her alone, even if she doesn't have a Daxamite at her beck and call any more. And in her emotional state, perhaps she'd make things even worse for them. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods settling back in her seat, "Right, course has already been plotted into auto pilot to return to the mothership. Hit the pedal as fast and as hard as you can!" meanwhile, she looks fir any sort of offensive capabilities on the shuttle controls, "Lar, a little help here?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     There are guns, yes. But the focus seems to be getting out of here as quickly as possible. The ship takes a few more blasts from the angry sorceress, but once they hit the hyperdrive, there's no way she can catch up. Well, at least she's formidable enough herself to regain control of the situation back in her new 'kingdom'.     Lar stares at Kara. "What...what's happening...?" he mumbles, appearing to be completely lost. Rhea sighs. "It's possible whatever that witch did caused some damage. Let us hope it is not permanent..." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods, giving Lar the once over before offering him a small smile. She stats to reach over to rest a reassuring hand on his arm, but hesitates with his mom hovering there, "Relax, it's okay..That evil woman tried to enslave you by brainwashing you and controlling your actions with that magical pendant..We just rescued you. Well get Brainiac to scan him over, make sure he's okay.." and with that in mind she opens the comm system, trying to contact the Legion cruiser, "Kara to Legion. Are you there, Brainiac? We recovered Lar and are returning to the ship. Plotting course for your location. Please prepare the medbay for Lar's arrival. I fear an enchanted necklace may have done a mind whammy on him.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Rhea notices that hesitation, and finally sighs. "I will have to admit, Kara Zor-El, you are...not what I expected. You were just as willing as I was to put your own life on the line for him. You--you could have died back there. Perhaps there is, after all, -some- hope for the Kryptonian race." She sounds somewhat reluctant to say it, but it does seem genuine. Hey, it's a step, right?     Brainiac answers the comm and sighs. "Affirmative. Well it wouldn't be the first time." he remarks.     Lar still seems just as lost and confused. "An...evil woman?" he asks slowly. "Well, thank you?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers feels a small smile tug at her lips, "Thank you, your Majesty. You don't know how much that means to me..I guess...We do t make such a bad team afterall?" glancing at Lar, she does rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "To nw honest, I'm not exactly sure myself.. this queen Glorith seemed to be infatuated with you and was determined to forced you to love her one way or the other..I suppose she must have found you on that colony..But something tells me it was no coincidence..Do you know Glorith?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Rhea nods as she takes the vessel in to one of the hangars of her own fleet back in orbit of Aite in the Typhon system. "Yes. Perhaps we should...get to know each other more. Under less...pressing circumstances." she says. And, is that a small smile? Just a little bit? "As for Lar, I trust you and the Legion know him best." With that, she takes her leave, returning to her people.     Lar listens to what Kara has to say, his brows going up. "Wow, that sounds...um..." He trails off, actually looking a bit embarrassed as he glances around nervously for a moment before looking back at her. "Anyway, I have a question." At least he doesn't seem to be dazed any more. "...what did you call me a little bit ago?"     Well as Brainiac said earlier, it wouldn't be the first time. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods to Rhea, feeling a warm feeling come over her. Maybe there is hope for her Afterall as well. "Yes. I think I would like that..Take care, your Majesty.." once she's gone, Kara turns to face Lar, arching a curious brow at him. "Oh, is she an old flame of yours then?" she seems more amused than jealous really..Until he asks he4 that and she blinks, "What did I call you?What do you mean, I always call you Lar..?" 
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13747/Pride Goeth Before the Fall

2021-08-22T04:49:57Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Seventeen-year-old Jack Langer, a troubled teen mutant, had picked a fight with the wrong person on the streets of Bushwick. And to make matters worse, he'd somehow managed to bring out the worst in his opponent, what with the way his own pride wouldn't allow him to back down when he really should have.     As a result, he's still in a Lower East Side hospital, stable but comatose. It's been about three weeks, and he hasn't shown any signs of waking. Currently, his parents are having that dreaded conversation with the doctors--the one about whether they should keep holding onto hope, or give up and pull the plug... 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' It's not hard to track someone down when they can't move, especially when you know their name. Getting into a hospital without people realizing you're there? That's a bit more difficult, but Kit has had a lifetime to learn how to not be seen. No magic necessary, just skill and the right cloths. Heightened senses help as well, allowing him to skirt around people with relative ease. People would probably be self-conscious about their own footsteps if they realized just how obviously they move, or how loud they are without trying to be. It doesn't take long for Kit to find the door to Jack's room, but he doesn't enter right away, nor does he approach it. He can hear the people inside, he can hear their conversation and while it's not usually his thing to eavesdrop, sometimes being a ghost demands you hear things you shouldn't. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Kit won't have a hard time blending in, after all most everyday people don't look twice at others who aren't any of their business. So as long as he doesn't do anything conspicuous no one is the wiser. He can hear the conversation inside the room as he stands outside the door.     "...multiple trauma points, if he does wake up I'd be amazed if he hasn't suffered permanent nerve damage."     There's a sigh. "We'll..need some time to process this. Thank you, Dr. Brown."     Footsteps toward the door, and it opens, the group filing out. Mrs. Langer is leaning against her husband lightly, tears in her eyes. The door swings shut behind them, presuming Kit momentarily moves out of the way to avoid notice. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Going unseen is Kit's forte, so when the family come out, he's nowhere near their direct path. Depending on where the Doctor winds up will also determine whether the aardwolf goes into the room, or waits and continues to listen. If the room ends up empty save for Jack, he'll enter and immediately scan the room, finding any possible avenues of escape if they're needed, before approaching the bed. If the doctor remains? He'll stick around, maybe find a vending machine nearby or what have you, trying to listen to find out as much information as he can. Normally he has to actively try to ignore his surroundings, but right now? Well, at least he can put his mutation to good use. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     When Kit enters the room, he might be surprised to find that the window is open--it definitely hadn't been before. And, there is someone else in here besides Jack. It's the young man who had appeared at the end of the fight in Bushwick. The reason Kit didn't see, smell, or hear him before was because he hadn't been there. He'd entered in the moments between the doctor and parents leaving and Kit coming in.     The both of them become aware of each others' presence at the same time, and at first Lar's expression hardens. "You," he begins. "I should turn you over to the police." But for whatever reason, he makes no move to do such a thing, instead standing there staring at him. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' "For what, breaking up a fight?" the Aardwolf murmurs, just barely loud enough to be heard as he approaches Jack's bed. "What would you rather I do, let him be the one to put someone else in this bed?" All the while he's moving, he tries to locate the patients chart. If he can find it, he'll give it a read, trying to get an idea for what all is wrong, though he could probably guess where the worst of the damage is. Laceration to the ribs is an obvious one, his blades would have made certain of it when his shields had dropped. Possible spinal damage, cranial damage. He isn't a doctor, he hasn't studied medicine, but he knows enough to know that you can't be slammed against concrete without these things happening. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Broke up a fight, only to start another one?" Lar says, answering the question with a question of his own. It's the reason he himself often hesitates to get involved in things, only this time, he ended up regretting it.     He folds his arms. "So what are you doing then? Here to finish the job?" he questions. He takes a vial of some kind of silvery-colored mixture. "Well I'm not going to let you do that, so you'd better get away from here before things get ugly."     The charts aren't in the room, but from the monitors he can tell that there is minimal brain activity, and Jack's heart rate is just barely enough to be considered alive, the machine beeping slowly and steadily. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' To a person with heightened senses, the growl that the Aardwolf tries to keep in his chest when that question is asked would be audible, but when he speaks he somehow keeps it out of his words. "Let me guess.. You're the type of person who sees a monster and assumes the worst." he doesn't back away from the bed, he takes his time to study Jack, trying to guess where the worst of his injuries lie. "I never wanted to fight him.. I don't like hurting people." his voice is getting quieter, but it's still enough to be heard, especially at this range. There is a moment where the equipment in the room skip and flicker, matched in time with a quiet crackling of energy from Kit as a wave of violet energy suddenly rushes over him, wreathing his entire body in something that no amount of science or logic could even begin to explain. "I may have been born a monster, but I refuse to be evil, no matter what you or the rest of the world may think." scents, sounds, even visual queues are present as to what is happening to Kit's body. There's a quiet popping of joints and the softer popping of skin suddenly opening up, though he's ready for it this time. His body underneath his clothing is bound in bandaging, so he wont bleed all over the place if this goes wrong. What little of his skin is visible, such as his lips or pawpads are starting to pale and his body is starting to tremble a little; he's spiking a fever and quickly. Whatever the energy that's spilling off him, it's leaving the scent of ozone in the air. It's faint, but it's there, along with a dozen other smells that can't rightfully be explained. Whether the other individual can sense it or not, he doesn't know and doesn't care, but there's life in the purple light that is spilling off of him. He's pulling as much as his body will allow from as many different dimensions as he possibly can for the sake of whatever he's about to try to do. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     That odd display of power might have caused Lar to attack, thinking it was meant to finish Jack off, but with those words, he isn't so sure. He moves over to the IV bag hanging on a stand near the bed and empties the contents of the vial he had with him into it, the silver particles swirling about and quickly getting pulled into the IV line.     But even as he's doing so, he can tell that whatever Kit's doing, it's causing damage to -himself-. With his enhanced vision, he can see the havoc it's wreaking on Kit's already damaged body. His eyes widen. "Wait, what are you doing?!" 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Kit simply doesn't respond, he's not focused on speaking. Kit reaches down, placing his paws on Jack's body and the moment his pawpads connect, one to his chest and one to his head, that energy rushes through him, through his hands and into Jack's body. The aardwolf, after all, can mend anything, though typically that ability requires his claws to touch what he's trying to fix directly. To mend internal organs, he would have to literally put his hands into someones body cavity, but what if he pours everything into that ability with a singular purpose? What if, instead of 'painting' a wound with the energy he uses to mend, he floods an injury with that same energy? Kit doesn't fully understand the limits of his power beyond the limits of what his body will allow physically, but after experiencing what he's capable of, he knows enough to understand that sometimes he can push quite a bit further past what he's normally capable of. It requires a singular need, a thought driven by desperation and at the moment, there is only one thought in the creatures mind. 'Heal.' 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The energy flows into Jack, and so do a series of 31st century nanobots designed to repair and reconstruct tissue, either internal or external. Amazingly, the two efforts work in concert with each other, the tiny machines absorbing some of the energy that can't quite get to the injury sites from the outside and carrying it right to the source as well as driving them to work even faster.     Within a matter of minutes, the patient's brain activity starts rising, slowly but steady going back to normal levels, and the beeping on the heart monitor quickens. When all is said and done, it was just as if Jack were taking a nap, instead of being in a coma. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' After a few moments, Kit removes his paws, stepping back and by now, he's visibly unsteady, though he still manages to stay on his feet somehow. "Hopefully you learn from this shit, Jack..." he murmurs to himself, then gives a little sigh, trying to steady himself for a moment before he turns and starts for the door, waving a paw over one shoulder to the other man in the room. "Next time you see a monster, think twice before you judge.." he says, the faintest hint of a chuckle in the words. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar frowns, scanning Mr. Langer with his x-ray vision. But the results of what just occurred have him relaxing that frown as he confirms what the monitors are already telling him and more. The kid should be able to go home within the next few days, the way things are looking now. Even if he may never walk again, at least it seems they've managed to repair the brain damage.     He looks back up at Kit. "You're the one calling yourself a monster." he shrugs. "We all lose control sometimes, I understand that better than you might think. It's why I was too late. But there are times when I've only managed to make matters worse by trying to get involved."     He notices the unsteady gait, and starts scanning Kit as well, looking for injuries. "You okay?" 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' There's no internal hemorrhaging, but the x-ray vision would reveal the lacerations all over his torso, the fact that his muscles are fairly literally torn apart underneath his skin. His body is remarkable beyond that, his clothing masks the fact that he looks malnourished and if it weren't for his fur or clothing, people would probably be concerned by that fact alone. He can't rightfully say he's alright, so to that question? He simply doesn't give an answer beyond a little shrug. "It's all the world ever sees." Kit states flatly. "I do everything I can to help people, but at the end of the day? Most people see me and run away screaming or assume I'm there to hurt them." He pauses for a moment and glances back, his eyes faintly glowing still as he gives a half-hearted smile. "Personally, I know what I am. As for everyone else? I don't care anymore." He scoffs, that smile widening ever so slightly, showing off the tips of his fangs. "If this whole bullshit ordeal with him has taught me anything, it's that people will see whatever the hell they want." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Hm. Lar takes all of this information in, frowning slightly."     "Yes, you're right. People will see whatever they want to see at the end of the day. But it's up to us to do what we can to change their hearts and minds."     He approaches the young mutant, pulling out a small palm-sized packet of some kind of aqua-colored gel hands it to him. "Medi-gel, should help with the muscular lacerations at least. The rest you just need to eat better."     "Lar Gand, by the way." he says, adding an introduction and offering to shake a...paw? 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' "I don't honestly care about changing peoples hearts or minds, I care about doing what's right." Kit says, but he turns to face Lars all the same. When the medi-gel is offered, he takes it and slips it in the pocket of his hoodie with a simple, "Thanks." then he laughs a little at the comment about eating better. "What and ruin my girlish figure?" he asks through a playful grin. "Nah, but seriously. I never really stop eating for long, problem is, my magic doesn't really allow me to put on weight. Every time I use it, it's like running a marathon." When the hand is extended, Kit studies Lars for a moment, then takes the mans hand and shakes it. "Kit." he says simply. For as physically strong as he should be with how his body is designed, his grip is extraordinarily gentle. His claws are noticeably rounded as well and from the looks of it, they shouldn't naturally be that way. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar shakes the paw gently as well, he has to be careful himself for as strong as he is. He exhales a bit as he lets go, sitting down on a chair near Jack's bed. "Yeah, doing what's right...of course the problem is, it's not always easy, knowing what -is- the right thing to do in every situation."     He frowns pensively at the eating problem. "Hm, sounds like you need some kind of super-efficient protein mixture or something. I bet Brainiac could cook it up." he muses. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Kit nods slightly, rolling his shoulders a little as he muses, "Right and wrong are subjective. What's right for one person isn't going to be seen as right for another." He gives Lars a glance, then adds, "Best example I know would be the cop who shot at me the first week I was in the states.. Stopped a group of armed gang members from robbing a woman, figured I'd stick around, hand them over to the police personally." He gives a little shrug and smiles. "The cop thought he was doing what was right." He leans against the wall slightly, wincing a little before he can actually get comfortable. The comment on food though gets a little bit of a laugh. "Probably. Wonder if they'd get a kick out of trying to figure out that sort of mixture from an insectivore though. People tend to get squeamish when I eat what I actually need." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar nods. "Sometimes when you don't know enough about a situation, what seems to be right only makes matters worse..." He's definitely personal experience with that one. "And sometimes the results are pretty catastrophic." Especially when you are as strong as Superman.     He chuckles a little, shaking his head at the squeamish comment. "Nah, I don't think -anything- makes Brainy squeamish, to be honest. He's seen a lot of things, doubt a few insects would faze him." 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Kit nods, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie to pull out a bag of.. something? He pours a few out into a paw and tosses them in his mouth after giving a chuckle and a, "Sounds like someone I could probably get along with then." A keen eye could identify the snack as termites, roasted termites to be exact. After a moment or two, Kit gives Jack a glance, finishing off the mouthful before he speaks again. "All you can do is what you believe is right and if something goes wrong? You do everything in your power to make it right. Sometimes you can and sometimes you can't." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar chuckles a bit at the thought, nodding slightly. "Yeah...maybe. If he's in a good mood. He can seem a bit arrogant and standoffish at times, but he does have a genuinely good heart."     He watches as Kit snacks on roasted termites. Well, he hadn't kidding about being an insectivore. But insects -were- a good source of protein, and they were a very abundant source of food.     A sigh at the last comment. "Can't always fix it, unfortunately..." He's been there, more than once. "But yes, all you can do is do your best." 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' There's a few moments of silence as Kit munches away on a bag of termites, though when they get stored away again, he gives a little chuckle and nods. "True. Can't win em all, but so long as you do your best it's worth the effort." Then he brushes his hood back, letting his face come fully into view as he gives a little tilt of his head, studying Lars for a moment before he gives a little half-smile. "Well, think it's about time to do the right thing again." he says with a little wink, the string of the 'nurse call' on the wall above Jacks bed suddenly being pulled by some unknown force. "Gonna stick around? Or are you gonna fly off?" It's not every day that a coma patient suddenly becomes capable of tugging that string. It's likely that Kit would have just enough time to slip out unseen if he really wanted to, but he's literally just standing there for now, leaning against the wall, face no longer hidden to boot. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Huh." Lar answers to the part about not being able to win them all. But he sighs a little, his eyes downcast for a moment. "I wish that were always true." Because he can think of more than a few times when he definitely didn't feel like it was worth it.     A few seconds after the nurse signal is pulled, Jack actually starts to wake up. And, he actually sits up, staring at Lar and Kit just standing there. "I...you..." he starts, but then the nurses coming rushing in, bewildered at this sudden miraculous recovery.     "...Jack?" she stammers, unable to get anything else out of her mouth. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Kit just gives a sidelong glance to the nurses as they come in, his voice finally rising to a normal, human volume as he gives a simple suggestion, "Think his parents might want to know he's awake.." Lars gets a momentary glance and a little smile, though in the moment, there's not much more he can say to the man. When Jack is looking at him though, Kit will just turns his head to look strait at him, give a little half-smile as he muses, "Morning sunshine." with a wink of his crimson eye, adding, "It's good to see you awake again." with a noticeable shift in his voice, almost like he'd been worried about the dude he'd pummeled into the ground. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Uh....hey." Jack looks up, greeting the nurse as she addressed him.     She stares in disbelief at Kit, then at Lar, then at Jack again. Then she nods quickly at Kit's suggestion. "Right!" A smile cracks. She doesn't know what happened, but she's certainly happy about it. "Of course, I'll go get them right away!" In her excitement, she seems to have forgotten that her patient supposedly needed something.     The other mutant sighs at Kit, actually looking ashamed. "You're not going to blame yourself for this are you..." he mutters. Well would you look at that, he even remembers. "And be plagued by guilt for something I brought on myself?" 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' "I did, actually." Kit says with a little chuckle, pulling away from the wall and walking towards Jacks bed as he explains, "In fact, I think I'm still technically a wanted criminal at this point." He gives that a moment to sink in, then cracks a little grin and adds, "That'll get dealt with eventually though, no worries." Then Kit does something most might not expect and offers the other mutant a hug, "No hard feelings, we both fucked up back there. Like I said, I'm just glad to see you're awake." Whether the offer is taken or not, he'll still smile and add, "I don't know how much of you we managed to fix," motioning to Lars as he says that, "But once they let you out of here, if there's still anything wrong I want you to come find me. I know some people who'll be able to make you good as new." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Jack does accept the hug, and even reciprocates, after recovering from the shock of how much this seems too good to be true. "I...I'm sorry, I was stupid." he finally says. "But you don't have to, I deserve this, I deserve--" But then he kind of gives up on that, because what use is it anyway. "...thank you. I was so afraid you'd like never forgive yourself or something, and then I'd have ruined your whole life."     Lar just watches at the two mutants reconcile with each other. It certainly warms his heart, but at the same time makes him wish he could have the same thing with his own family. But then he frowns. "Speaking of the wanted criminal thing, couple of NYPD squad cars just pulled into the parking lot." he informs Kit. "You need a quick getaway just let me know." he offers. 

:'''{{#var:10042|Kit Killovarras (10042)}} has posed:''' Fluffy hugs are always a good thing and when Jack starts to claim what he deserves? Kit just shakes his head and simply states. "No one deserves this. Like I said, find me when they let you out." When Lars mentions the NYPD, Kit just sighs and chuckles, looking over to the man before giving a shake of his head, "Nah," he says with a grin, tugging his hoodie up over his head again as he adds. "I got this. Thanks though." Then he starts for the door again, pausing a moment before walking out to give Jack one last glance and tell him, "By the way. Those powers of yours are a hell of a gift. Once we get ya back up on your feet, try putting them to a better use. Trust me, it feels a hell of a lot better helping people than it does hurting them." Then he slips out of the room, ears tracking every footstep around him, every voice, every path he can go through. After all, he's had a lifetime of learning how to avoid people when he needs to. He'll find a stair well that isn't covered, use his magic if need be to unlock doors he might need to pass through or disable alarms he might otherwise trip. He won't walk out the front, there are windows for that. 
}}

13744/The Path to Redemption

2021-08-21T05:24:08Z

Noveria:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2021/08/21
|Location=Deep Space
|Synopsis=Kara begins her journey to reconciling with Queen Rhea and her people.
|Cast of Characters=954,55
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The Legion Cruiser has been pretty quiet lately, with Lar having gone off to Shi'ar space to help push the Brood back. The last anyone had heard he'd been headed to Raken-4, where the worst of the worst was. As for the rest of the team, most of them were also off elsewhere, either helping on other fronts of the Brood invasion or on some other important mission. A newsfeed is on in the crew lounge, though. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers yawns a bit, rubbing her eyes as she gets up and wanders around. She should be out there somewhere, helping Lar. But instead she had a nasty episode involving her muscles freezing up again and decided to stay behind instead of getting in his way. Still she found herself thinking of him more abd more. "Quit worrying Kara, I'm sure he's okay.." she is drawn towards the newsfeed however, peering at it thoughtfully. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "...unfortunately, Raken-4 was a total loss, but thanks to a bit of 'heroic' mercenary work, the Shi'ar managed to evacuate most of their people..."     Despite how quiet it's been around here lately, Kara actually would find she's not alone. There is a certain Coluan sitting in a lounge chair in front of the feed, though he doesn't seem entirely focused on it, instead he seems to be tinkering with something. Since when had Brainiac been here? Lar had said he'd left the team a while ago. But maybe this was a recent development. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers takes a seat of her own, peering up at the screen with a frown, wo design what Lar is doing right now. But hey, she knows he can take care of himself too..Still, her mind wonders, "Dammit, I should be up there.." she sighs, glancing over at the tinkerer, smiling faintly, tiredly in greeting, peering thoughtfully at..Whatever he is tinkering. Hm, he looks somewhat familiar.."Brainiac..?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Brainy looks up at her as she addresses him. "Kara Zor-El." he greets, looking mildly surprised. "Didn't exactly expect to see you here, although I suppose I'm not terribly shocked. I know how Lar feels about you."     He glances up at the holopanel, the feed showing some grim-looking images of the ravaged surface of Raken-4. "Oh? And why aren't you?" he questions. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a brow at that, wondering who else knows. "Oh...Really? I mean...I only came here, mostly, to recover, so..It's not like..Just a social call or anything.." she shrugs and smiles nervously, glancing back at the screen. "Hmm, we'll, I've been wrestling with a..Condition of sorts lately, it's pretty complicated really." of course for a moment she forgets who she's talking to. "Okaay not that complicated, mostly just, you know...Well my body was infected by Nanites and I'm slowly losing control.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Now it's Querl's turn to arch a brow at Kara. "Nanites, huh?" Well he knows a thing or two about those. He gets up from his seat and starts running some kind of scanner over her. It's probably some form of 31st century tech. "Hmm, well of course you're losing control, they've infiltrated your nervous system and are relaying false signal impulses through your spinal cord."     "Who did this to you anyway?"     The newsfeed changes topics. "...in other news, we have reports that the displaced citizens of the planet Daxam, which was rendered uninhabitable in the wake of Krypton's destruction, have located a suitable colony planet in the Typhon System with plenty of space to rebuild."     Brainy glances up briefly at that. "Heh. I suppose that's good." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods. Of course. If anyone can help, he can. What a ,icky coincidence. "To be honest, I don't know, some guy in green and purple armour." she shrugs, "Still trying to figure out who it is but no luck yet..Can you help?" she pauses, peering up at the screen, "Huh, I suppose so.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "However, according to Queen Rhea Gand, they've run into some problems with the local terrain..."     Brainiac practically snorts at her question. "You -do- know who you're talking to, right?" he asks dryly. Honestly, this was child's play to him. "I'll be right back." He heads off toward the lab. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a brow at Brainiac and nods, returning to the news feed. "Huh? What's that?" she peers back at it more intently now. The Daxamites were never kind to Kryptonians but if they're in trouble.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "...as well as some of the more aggressive fauna on the planet Aite..." Images and video of some pretty vicious looking beasts appear on the screen. It's hard to tell if they even have anything else on their faces other than giant maws and terribly sharp fangs. Oh and horns.     A moment later, Querl returns with a hypodermic syringe full of some kind of concoction and another cylindrical-shaped device. "Give me your arm." he says. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers blinks, sitting up straight, "Wait what? But, I'm sure they can handle those, right?" they look pretty ugly though..But Daxamites are as strong as kryptonians in the right sun conditions. She glances at Brainiac and nods distractedly, holding out her arm. "Hmm, do you know where this Typhon system is?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Hmm." Brainy shrugs, taking her arm and beginning to prepare the syringe. "Don't know enough about whatever they are to say for sure, would have to study tissue sections at least."     A high-intensity but narrow beam of red solar radiation comes out of one end of the device he had with him, and he holds it close to her skin near the inner part of her elbow. "This might sting." he warns, just before he injects the contents of the syringe into her arm. "Micro EM pulse emitter directed to hone in on the metal alloy they're made of and take them out cluster by cluster. They should pass harmlessly through your system once they're disabled." Pulling the syringe out, he replaces it with medi-gel to close up the wound quickly.     There's a pause as she asks about Typhon. "Typhon system...Sector 3561, Phoenix Massing. Aite is 5th from the blue giant." Another pause. "Itching to get out there, huh? Tell you what, why don't you take one of our shuttles. I'll even plot a course there for you." Does he really want to get rid of her that badly? 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers blinks at the sting, but he seems to know what he's doing. "Thanks, I think? Is it really that simple a cure? Well I guess I'll know soon enough." she smirks, "Really? You're sure being helpful but how can I say no to that?" glancing up at the screen again, she frowns at the ugly looking creatures. Well powers or not, the Daxamites might still have a problem with those uglies. "Right, on my way..Thanks again, Brainiac." she smiles and nods to him before hurrying off to the shuttle bay.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Pff, you wound me." Brainy says dismissively when she questions how it can be so simple. It's like people know how genius he is but at the same time they don't. As she hurries off, he picks up a datapad and taps on it a few times. "Right...course plotted."     "Good luck, Supergirl." 
}}

13744/The Path to Redemption

2021-08-21T05:22:11Z

Noveria:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2021/08/21
|Location=Deep Space
|Synopsis=Kara begins her journey to reconciling with Queen Rhea and her people.
|Cast of Characters=954,55
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The Legion Cruiser has been pretty quiet lately, with Lar having gone off to Shi'ar space to help push the Brood back. The last anyone had heard he'd been headed to Raken-4, where the worst of the worst was. As for the rest of the team, most of them were also off elsewhere, either helping on other fronts of the Brood invasion or on some other important mission. A newsfeed is on in the crew lounge, though. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers yawns a bit, rubbing her eyes as she gets up and wanders around. She should be out there somewhere, helping Lar. But instead she had a nasty episode involving her muscles freezing up again and decided to stay behind instead of getting in his way. Still she found herself thinking of him more abd more. "Quit worrying Kara, I'm sure he's okay.." she is drawn towards the newsfeed however, peering at it thoughtfully. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "...unfortunately, Raken-4 was a total loss, but thanks to a bit of 'heroic' mercenary work, the Shi'ar managed to evacuate most of their people..."     Despite how quiet it's been around here lately, Kara actually would find she's not alone. There is a certain Coluan sitting in a lounge chair in front of the feed, though he doesn't seem entirely focused on it, instead he seems to be tinkering with something. Since when had Brainiac been here? Lar had said he'd left the team a while ago. But maybe this was a recent development. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers takes a seat of her own, peering up at the screen with a frown, wo design what Lar is doing right now. But hey, she knows he can take care of himself too..Still, her mind wonders, "Dammit, I should be up there.." she sighs, glancing over at the tinkerer, smiling faintly, tiredly in greeting, peering thoughtfully at..Whatever he is tinkering. Hm, he looks somewhat familiar.."Brainiac..?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Brainy looks up at her as she addresses him. "Kara Zor-El." he greets, looking mildly surprised. "Didn't exactly expect to see you here, although I suppose I'm not terribly shocked. I know how Lar feels about you."     He glances up at the holopanel, the feed showing some grim-looking images of the ravaged surface of Raken-4. "Oh? And why aren't you?" he questions. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a brow at that, wondering who else knows. "Oh...Really? I mean...I only came here, mostly, to recover, so..It's not like..Just a social call or anything.." she shrugs and smiles nervously, glancing back at the screen. "Hmm, we'll, I've been wrestling with a..Condition of sorts lately, it's pretty complicated really." of course for a moment she forgets who she's talking to. "Okaay not that complicated, mostly just, you know...Well my body was infected by Nanites and I'm slowly losing control.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Now it's Querl's turn to arch a brow at Kara. "Nanites, huh?" Well he knows a thing or two about those. He gets up from his seat and starts running some kind of scanner over her. It's probably some form of 31st century tech. "Hmm, well of course you're losing control, they've infiltrated your nervous system and are relaying false signal impulses through your spinal cord."     "Who did this to you anyway?"     The newsfeed changes topics. "...in other news, we have reports that the displaced citizens of the planet Daxam, which was rendered uninhabitable in the wake of Krypton's destruction, have located a suitable colony planet in the Typhon System with plenty of space to rebuild."     Brainy glances up briefly at that. "Heh. I suppose that's good." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods. Of course. If anyone can help, he can. What a ,icky coincidence. "To be honest, I don't know, some guy in green and purple armour." she shrugs, "Still trying to figure out who it is but no luck yet..Can you help?" she pauses, peering up at the screen, "Huh, I suppose so.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "However, according to Queen Rhea Gand, they've run into some problems with the local terrain..."     Brainiac practically snorts at her question. "You -do- know who you're talking to, right?" he asks dryly. Honestly, this was child's play to him. "I'll be right back." He heads off toward the lab. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a brow at Brainiac and nods, returning to the news feed. "Huh? What's that?" she peers back at it more intently now. The Daxamites were never kind to Kryptonians but if they're in trouble.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "...as well as some of the more aggressive fauna on the planet Aite..." Images and video of some pretty vicious looking beasts appear on the screen. It's hard to tell if they even have anything else on their faces other than giant maws and terribly sharp fangs. Oh and horns.     A moment later, Querl returns with a hypodermic syringe full of some kind of concoction and another cylindrical-shaped device. "Give me your arm." he says. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers blinks, sitting up straight, "Wait what? But, I'm sure they can handle those, right?" they look pretty ugly though..But Daxamites are as strong as kryptonians in the right sun conditions. She glances at Brainiac and nods distractedly, holding out her arm. "Hmm, do you know where this Typhon system is?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Hmm." Brainy shrugs, taking her arm and beginning to prepare the syringe. "Don't know enough about whatever they are to say for sure, would have to study tissue sections at least."     A high-intensity but narrow beam of red solar radiation comes out of one end of the device he had with him, and he holds it close to her skin near the inner part of her elbow. "This might sting." he warns, just before he injects the contents of the syringe into her arm. "Micro EM pulse directed to hone in on the metal alloy they're made of and take them out cluster by cluster. They should pass harmlessly through your system once they're disabled." Pulling the syringe out, he replaces it with medi-gel to close up the wound quickly.     There's a pause as she asks about Typhon. "Typhon system...Sector 3561, Phoenix Massing. Aite is 5th from the blue giant." Another pause. "Itching to get out there, huh? Tell you what, why don't you take one of our shuttles. I'll even plot a course there for you." Does he really want to get rid of her that badly? 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers blinks at the sting, but he seems to know what he's doing. "Thanks, I think? Is it really that simple a cure? Well I guess I'll know soon enough." she smirks, "Really? You're sure being helpful but how can I say no to that?" glancing up at the screen again, she frowns at the ugly looking creatures. Well powers or not, the Daxamites might still have a problem with those uglies. "Right, on my way..Thanks again, Brainiac." she smiles and nods to him before hurrying off to the shuttle bay.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Pff, you wound me." Brainy says dismissively when she questions how it can be so simple. It's like people know how genius he is but at the same time they don't. As she hurries off, he picks up a datapad and taps on it a few times. "Right...course plotted."     "Good luck, Supergirl." 
}}

13744/The Path to Redemption

2021-08-21T05:17:59Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The Legion Cruiser has been pretty quiet lately, with Lar having gone off to Shi'ar space to help push the Brood back. The last anyone had heard he'd been headed to Raken-4, where the worst of the worst was. As for the rest of the team, most of them were also off elsewhere, either helping on other fronts of the Brood invasion or on some other important mission. A newsfeed is on in the crew lounge, though. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers yawns a bit, rubbing her eyes as she gets up and wanders around. She should be out there somewhere, helping Lar. But instead she had a nasty episode involving her muscles freezing up again and decided to stay behind instead of getting in his way. Still she found herself thinking of him more abd more. "Quit worrying Kara, I'm sure he's okay.." she is drawn towards the newsfeed however, peering at it thoughtfully. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "...unfortunately, Raken-4 was a total loss, but thanks to a bit of 'heroic' mercenary work, the Shi'ar managed to evacuate most of their people..."     Despite how quiet it's been around here lately, Kara actually would find she's not alone. There is a certain Coluan sitting in a lounge chair in front of the feed, though he doesn't seem entirely focused on it, instead he seems to be tinkering with something. Since when had Brainiac been here? Lar had said he'd left the team a while ago. But maybe this was a recent development. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers takes a seat of her own, peering up at the screen with a frown, wo design what Lar is doing right now. But hey, she knows he can take care of himself too..Still, her mind wonders, "Dammit, I should be up there.." she sighs, glancing over at the tinkerer, smiling faintly, tiredly in greeting, peering thoughtfully at..Whatever he is tinkering. Hm, he looks so,rWhat familiar.."Brainiac..?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Brainy looks up at her as she addresses him. "Kara Zor-El." he greets, looking mildly surprised. "Didn't exactly expect to see you here, although I suppose I'm not terribly shocked. I know how Lar feels about you."     He glances up at the holopanel, the feed showing some grim-looking images of the ravaged surface of Raken-4. "Oh? And why aren't you?" he questions. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a brow at that, wondering who else knows. "Oh...Really? I mean...I only came here, mostly, to recover, so..It's not like..Just a social call or anything.." she shrugs and smiles nervously, glancing back at the screen. "Hmm, we'll, I've been wrestling with a..Condition of sorts lately,nits pretty complicated really." of course for a moment she forgets who she's talking to. "Okaay not that complicated, mostly just, you know...Well my body was infected by Nanites and I'm slowly losing control.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Now it's Querl's turn to arch a brow at Kara. "Nanites, huh?" Well he knows a thing or two about those. He gets up from his seat and starts running some kind of scanner over her. It's probably some form of 31st century tech. "Hmm, well of course you're losing control, they've infiltrated your nervous system and are relaying false signal impulses through your spinal cord."     "Who did this to you anyway?"     The newsfeed changes topics. "...in other news, we have reports that the displaced citizens of the planet Daxam, which was rendered uninhabitable in the wake of Krypton's destruction, have located a suitable colony planet in the Typhon System with plenty of space to rebuild."     Brainy glances up briefly at that. "Heh. I suppose that's good." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods. Of course. If anyone can help, he can. What a ,icky coincidence. "To be honest, I don't know, some guy in green and purple armour." she shrugs, "Still trying to figure out who it is but no luck yet..Can you help?" she pauses, peering up at the screen, "Huh, I suppose so.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "However, according to Queen Rhea Gand, they've run into some problems with the local terrain..."     Brainiac practically snorts at her question. "You -do- know who you're talking to, right?" he asks dryly. Honestly, this was child's play to him. "I'll be right back." He heads off toward the lab. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a brow at Brainiac and nods, returning to the news feed. "Huh? What's that?" she peers back at it more intently now. The Daxamites were never kind to Kryptonians but if they're in trouble.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "...as well as some of the more aggressive fauna on the planet Aite..." Images and video of some pretty vicious looking beasts appear on the screen. It's hard to tell if they even have anything else on their faces other than giant maws and terribly sharp fangs. Oh and horns.     A moment later, Querl returns with a hypodermic syringe full of some kind of concoction and another cylindrical-shaped device. "Give me your arm." he says. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers blinks, sitting up straight, "Wait what? But, I'm sure they can handle those, right?" they look pretty ugly though..But Daxamites are as strong as kryptonians in the right sun co dutions. She glances at Brainiac and nods distractedly, holding out her arm. "Hmm, do you know where this Typhon system is?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Hmm." Brainy shrugs, taking her arm and beginning to prepare the syringe. "Don't know enough about whatever they are to say for sure, would have to study tissue sections at least."     A high-intensity but narrow beam of red solar radiation comes out of one end of the device he had with him, and he holds it close to her skin near the inner part of her elbow. "This might sting." he warns, just before he injects the contents of the syringe into her arm. "Micro EM pulse directed to hone in on the iron alloy they're made of and take them out cluster by cluster. They should pass harmlessly through your system once they're disabled." Pulling the syringe out, he replaces it with medi-gel to close up the wound quickly.     There's a pause as she asks about Typhon. "Typhon system...Sector 3561, Phoenix Massing. Aite is 5th from the blue giant." Another pause. "Itching to get out there, huh? Tell you what, why don't you take one of our shuttles. I'll even plot a course there for you." Does he really want to get rid of her that badly? 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers blinks at the sting, but he seems to know what he's doing. "Thanks, I think? Is it really that simple a cure? Well I guess I'll know soon enough." she smirks, "Really? You're sure being helpful but how can I say no to that?" glancing up at the screen again, she frowns at the ugly looking creatures. Well powers or not, the Daxamites might still have a problem with those uglies. "Right, on my way..Thanks again, Brainiac." she smiles and nods to him before hurrying off to the shuttle bay.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Pff, you wound me." Brainy says dismissively when she questions how it can be so simple. It's like people know how genius he is but at the same time they don't. As she hurries off, he picks up a datapad and taps on it a few times. "Right...course plotted."     "Good luck, Supergirl." 
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13665/Prison Convoy Followup

2021-07-25T05:09:11Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     It's around this time an armored humvee races onto the scene down the block, practically right in the way of the officer and Jacob, and a side door opens, a mercenary with an assault rifle pointed at the officer, "Thank you for the escort, we'll take it from here."     Meanwhile, Lex splits his satellite view of the event into one for the humvee and one for the fight itself. "Package being secured. If the escort tries to run with it, deal with it."      Officer Brandon glares at the merc. He seems to have suddenly taken on a much more determined and aggressive attitude. It was clear to him that these guys wanted Abner alive. If not, they would have killed him already. Pulling Jacob up against himself, he holds his pistol up against the sniper's temple.     "Make a move and I'll kill him." he threatens. A police officer threatening to kill a prisoner in cold blood just like that? But anyone could tell from the look on his face and the icy, resolute tone of his voice that he was serious as serious could get.     Even Abner looked shocked. "What the hell Brandon, thought you were 'getting me to safety'?" That gets him a face full of pistol barrel. "Shut up!" 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' From his vantage on a rooftop a mile or two out, Lex just stares at the satellite view. "Dumb." Lex mutters to himself in the warsuit. He REALLY hoped he didn't have to get involved in this directly; all kinds of eyes might be on this now... but at this point, the officer just made himself a priority threat. Over the comms, Lex spoke directly to those in the humvee only, <<Stand by, Fire support is incoming>> Walking over a few steps, Lex sets the sensors to finding him an optimal firing angle... and unfolds the railgun from a back module. The barrel unpacks as he sets the yield and barrel length to an anti-personnel sniper rifle, and aims it along the trajectory the targetting system gives him. All of this is done in moments and beamed directly into his eyesight via the cyberpathic interface... and he takes aim for the back of the officers head. Silent death fires from the railgun, a needle thin projectile fired with just enough force so it would hit the man in the back of the skull like a .22, just barely giving a trickle of blood out of the forehead as Lex headshots the man. <<grab the package and go.>> 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     One moment Brandon thought he had the upper hand...the next, he was dead. Blood trickles down his forehead and down the side of his face as his grip on Abner releases and he drops to the ground, motionless as a pool of blood starts to form on the concrete around his head.     With the sudden shift and still being handcuffed, Abner stumbles a bit, struggling to keep his footing. "Who the hell--?!" he asks, glancing about wildly in search of who could have fired that shot, especially up on rooftops or out of windows. But as if that weren't strange enough, a young man suddenly...well, appears out of nowhere. Right where Brandon had previously been standing. With Luthor's connections, he'd probably recognize him as Joseph Wilson, Deathstroke the Terminator's younger son.     Interestingly, Abner actually doesn't look surprised at this development, despite his shock at the railgun fire. In fact, he just looks kind of resigned. "Oh -shit-..." he mutters, before Wilson suddenly seems to disappear again. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "Interesting." Lex notes, before he zooms in the satellite view on Abner, <<If he doesn't get in right now, Tranq him. No delays.>> 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     For a moment, Abner stands there doing nothing, as if frozen in time or something. But then he shrugs and gets into the humvee. "Just gonna be straight with you up front. Whoever you are, you're not getting anything out of me." he remarks as he does. "I'm not some street thug. But you should already know that part." 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' <<Ignore him and get going. The employer has their own plans>> The railgun is packed back up and Lex launches from the rooftop with a jump, starting to go across rooftops without thrusters to he can maintain some semblance of stealth as he follows the convoy route back to the bunker he has prepared. 
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13647/Prison Convoy Attack

2021-07-25T05:08:07Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Mr. Jacob Abner has been arrested in connection with a very public attempt on Lex Luthor's life a couple of weeks ago during a speaking engagement at Empire State University. He had been detained at the precinct near campus, but now for some reason an order from 'on high' had come down instructing them to have him moved to a detention facility farther south.     Despite the fact that Mr. Abner does appear to simply be human, he is packed into a police van with 2 other officers in the back, and 2 officers in the front including the driver, in addition to two squad cars in front and in back, both also with 2 officers inside of each. This is mostly because the police highly suspected that he hadn't been working alone, and that he might be part of some kind of crime ring--and those can be quite powerful... 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Of course, the truth is often simpler than reality: Lex does NOT appreciate wannabe assassins, and wants to have a chat with the man himself... and assaulting a police station is just asking for a massive number of casualties that would draw far too much attention and interest. On the other end, attacking a convoy on route is far less of a mess, and intercepting at a pre-determined area means much easier access to options for exit strategies. Of course, the convoy needs to be dealt with first... sure, the warsuit could easily do the job... but Lex isn't looking to have the LexKnight suit directly connected to a convoy attack, at least not without enough cover for a plausible denial of involvement. Fortunmately, there's a living wrecking ball that Lex knows of.. and Lex contacts him as L1 to arrange the job: One million to get the assassin captured or free... with half pay if he gets all the mercenaries killed; getting a reputation for getting your hired help killed is a good way to never get new hires, after all. Above the city, a LexCorp satellie is already in position, tracking the convoy... and Lex sits a few miles away in a truck, watching in real time from the warsuit. "Hit it." Comes an electronic voice over the radio to Juggernaut. 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' It seems like overkill. Like breaking a dam open to deal with an outdoor grill whose chef got a little over eager with the lighter fluid. A police van, a few cop cars, some standard issue ammunition...This isn't exactly something that he would call a difficult job. But then again, The Juggernaut has never complained about an easy meal ticket...and hey..a million?? He's gonna be eating good and hitting the resorts for at least a....month? Either way, best not to look gift horses in the mouth and work has been slow lately. He's almost had to become..social again..So an opportunity such as this suits him just fine even if he expects it to be over rather quickly. So when the order comes to 'hit it'.. hit it he does. Juggernaut's arrival is something akin to a ..small meteor impact and local seismic event as the huge and monstrously proportioned bruiser descends from up above, dropping down from a commissioned gunship to smash into the earth producing a gigantic sink hole and rolling shockwave that ripples out to slam into the first cars of the convoy. They go tumbling like toy cars being flipped from a yanked carpet, sirens wailing and metal screeching as the shockwaves continue on to disrupt the convoys movements and send cars and vans screeching to a halt. The hired help arrives on foot now, gunfire riddling out towards the officers and the cars and counter fire being exchanged as the officers work to quickly regroup and attempt to mount a defense against the arriving mercs. Juggernaut emerges from the massive crater and begins trundling forward towards the van while whistling boredly and dusting his hands off. Gunfire pings off of his armor and thuds harmlessly into his flesh but he pays it little mind, instead bearing down on the transport van with an almost bored cadence to his earth shaking steps. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     As the convoy was due to set off, there was a last minute change in officers escorting the prisoner. Instead of the expected man, up had strolled an officer with the name tag 'Chapman C.', assigned to prisoner escort. No stripes on his uniform, no stars, with a badge just as scuffed and tarnished as anyone else's. Had anyone checked, they'd even have found an officer Chapman as part of the 3rd Precinct, an everything from his uniform hat, to his badge, to the sloppy crease in his uniform pants would have passed muster. Except for wearing a long-sleeved shirt and gloves as if he were on ceremonial duty, there is absolutely nothing odd about the blue eyed officer who turns out to be fairly good company. Except, of course, that Officer Chad Chapman is so much fiction. From the hat, to the badge, to the sloppy crease in the uniform pants.     He's leaning back against the side of the van, eyes half closed and faintly smiling, seemingly a very laid-back escort of the kind that gets the worst assignments despite being probably at least vaguely competent. Why he got this assignment, who knows? And he has the annoying habit of having his radio on slightly too loud.     To hide the other radio ear piece that's feeding him actual intel.     After a short while, and just before the ambush hits, officer Chapman raises his eyebrows and widens his smile at the poor officer that's sharing the compartment with him, just before giving a single glance to Mister Abner.     "What you laughin' 'bout, Chapman? Something funny?" The slightly overweight officer with him snaps.     "We're about to have company."     "What? The hell you know?"     "A little birdie told me."     And then he braces himself for impact. Yeah, this is gonna sting...     When the van has stopped tossing everyone around like peas in a pod, Chapman stands, dusts himself off, and looks over to the other officer "You may want to sit this one out."     And then he punches the van door open, throwing away his hat and grinning at Juggernaut. "Well well... should have known it'd be you." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Flying above the convoy but a bit less noticable than the incoming heroes, a purplish black bird flies along. Considering all that's going on it doesn't seem all that notable. Although one of the larger variety of birds with a three foot wingspan, it still is, just a bird. Wearing a communications device. Ok so maybe the corvid following along was not normal. But it's got to draw less attention than the large dome head causing chaos. Even if the raven had been using the comm to give Bucky a play by play of what was going on. The bird doesn't dive in. That wasn't the point of Phantasm being there. And unless a certain Soldier down below says otherwise he's going to have to trust that he's got things handled. Well until some new big bad comes in on the scene. But even then he's got to narc on it first. And speaking of big bad. Yes. There was a warning sent to his friend on the inside for the Juggs show too. 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     To say the least, the convoy wasn't prepared for...well, the Unstoppable Juggernaut. They had been expecting maybe a bunch of armed criminals, but this? This was way out of their league. The squad cars go tumbling, and the front of the van crumples. The driver is unconscious, while the rest of the officers jump out and get behind the wrecked vehicles to use them as cover as they exchange gunfire with the attackers. Shooting at Juggernaut definitely doesn't do anything, and they are powerless to stop his advance. "--make sure Abner is secure!" crackles over the police radios as the chaos unfolds.     "Nu-uh, -you- stay here and--!" Inside the van, Officer Brandon, the other guy in the back with undercover Bucky, gapes at the fact that 'Chapman' just punched the door of the van open in the middle of him trying to tell him to stay on babysitter duty. Well then. Guess he's stuck with with it then...he glances at Abner, who smirks. "Well, it looks like you're outta your league here, officer." he remarks snidely.     Sure enough, Phantasm goes unnoticed. Yes, he's a big bird, but there is far too much chaos going on down on the ground for any of the police to take notice. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Over the comms, that voice continues, "No incoming from above. Get the package and transport will move to exit point." Hidden spy satellites; one of the many benefits of a telecomms subsidiary. 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' "Everybody out whose getting' out while the getting' is good!" thunders Juggernaut as he draws near to the van..only to blink as the door is blown right off. "What the.." The boldness of 'Chapman' does cause Juggernaut to arc an eyebrow and squint at him through the eye slits of his helmet and his whistling comes up short as he racks his brain in an attempt to draw some recognition here. He fails at this and just ends up pursing his lips and then rumbling, "Yeah..do I know you? Not that it matters. Unless you got a couple of Hulk's tucked away somewhere in which case...it still aint gonna matter." The instructions are given over the comm and he grunts and presses in. "You got about three seconds to get outta the way... Shoo." He makes a few flippant casual gestures with his hand, trying to 'wave' Chapman off as he would wave off an annoying child ...but his approach subtly changes from that bored lumbering one to one with a bit more looming menace, likely not helped by the fact that he compares in size to said van and his immense frame begins to swallow 'Chapman' from sight, visually as he draws nearer. The mercenaries are a rag-tag group but they're doing their job and the unsettling presence and thunderous arrival of Juggernaut has done much to rattle the officers and let the dozen or so mercs keep them pinned. A few move to cover Juggernaut, taking note of Chapman as well and raising guns to take aim as soon as an opening reveals itself. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     There are moments when James Buchanan Barnes feels incredibly out-gunned. Granted, last time was the sudden appearance of the Panzer 5, version D at Trois Ponts, the tank the Germans would always insist on calling the Panther. That was one naughty kitty indeed, and not something you want to meet equipped with just your rifles and a few frag grenades. And Steve Rogers, of course, that was very much the equalizer in that fight. But right now, here he is... no Howling Commandos, no Captain America, and no howitzer which may be his only hope of stopping the Juggernaut. Or, well, at least slow him down a bit. So he'll put out the call over the 'special' frequency, just before squaring off. "Agent Barnes, have sighted Cain Marko, assault in progress at my location." Not that he expects anyone to be able to get here in time.     And much like an old west gunslinger, he draws his sidearm, taking stock of the tactical situation. "Yeah, can't let you do that. This doesn't have to get ugly..." hah, for whom?     And as a stage whisper in his other radio link. "Ravenlord, if you've got an idea, now's the time, or people are going to die." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl just happened to be patrolling from up above, although she was rather enjoying a quiet, peaceful flight.l.Up until she spotted the cub it being attacked by a massive being. Oh she's probably heard of the unstoppable Juggernaut but never met him. He's hard to avoid really, and kinda.lIntimidating, although she's seen worse. She wastes no time in diving downwards, focused primarily on taking care of innocents, and as the vehicles go out of control she will ficus first on trying to steady them, grabbing the nearest spinning van, digging her heels into the ground to try and stop it from spinning. Once that's done she focuses on Juggy, eyes narrowed. Finger pointed at him. "You only get one warning before I cause you serious hurt. Back off or I'll be forced to stop you." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Sunny Day. Sweepin' the clouds away. On my way to where the air is sweet. Can you tell me how to get? How to get to - Oh right. Wrong big bird. The whispered request for help reaches the bird in the air. To which the acrobatic bird flips mid air to swoop down in the direction of Bucky. < How about a powerup Phantasm style? Stall. You'll know when it hits. > The raven's path comes down ground level flying up behind the soldier before swooping up at the last second, talons latching onto his shoulder. And for some reason. He turns his head to the right wile the wings arc up for a bit giving a bit of a halo effect around Bucky's head. Or he's mimicking a US Eagle. Either way, hopefully it's weird enough to stall any observers while the phantasm feeds some of his ability into Bucky. 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     With all the chaos going on outside, Officer Brandon is getting terribly restless. It doesn't look like Abner has tried anything yet, but with Supergirl's arrival, he can tell this part of the street is about to turn into a warzone and he'd -really- rather not be anywhere near that when it happens. Plus, it's starting to smell like gasoline in here which could only mean one thing. He was supposed to secure the prisoner--so that's what he's going to do. There's another precinct nearby, he'll take the man there.     He jerks the sniper up by his handcuffs. "C'mon, let's get moving. I'm taking you somewhere safe. If you're smart you'll cooperate." He kicks open a side door, and begins to escort the prisoner out, hoping the mercs won't notice with the firefight that's going on. At least the other officers are doing their part to keep them occupied... 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "One of the side doors is open and it looks like the package is being escorted away. Supergirl came in too fast for visual. Deal with her as you see fit, but the package is the priority. Again, Both outcomes are positive here." The voice comes over the radio, "Suppress him." 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' Juggernaut freezes as he hears Supergirl. His eyes dilating to pinpricks as he looks on in shock. It's like...a trigger. It's like...how can he -not- utter these words after a statement like that from Supergirl. "Stop....me..??" Juggernaut's eyes widen and a full tooth grin seems to grow from ear to ear. His entire physique seems to bulk up ever larger as the giant begins rolling back the restraints and Cyttorak's urge to cause destruction wells up within him. Mind you...he -did- hear Lex as well. The bossman has spoken. He's on the job. A pure focus on Supergirl doesn't bring success here...but it's still hard to just ignore that. "Are you serious? Aint you heard of me? NOTHING CAN STOP THE JUGGERNAUT!!!" His reaction combines priceless with that of a temper tantrum. A massive fist hauls backwards like a trebuchet winding up and then he swings, bringing the fist downward not for Bucky directly but for the ground between the two. He's not known for restraint when aggravated and so he uses little to none here - resulting in something akin to a ground zero seismic event exploding right infront of Bucky, the van and unfortunately the mercs who are a little to close for comfort and underestimated the reach of Juggernaut's capabilities. The display will do little to nothing against Supergirl as she is airborne but it does send any on their feet who aren't capable of withstanding the shockwave and the ground rending into huge fissures and canyons, hurtling or falling and debris flying and probably some unconscious bodies. The van itself is tossed skywards as well, tumbling violently but fortunately Brandon and Abner had exited. -Unfortunately- it means they are outside when the blast hits. Really now, Hulk should sue. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' To be honest, Supergirl isn't entirely sure if she *can* stop him. Certainly, she is very strong, but she's heard this guy is like, Hulk level strong maybe? Heck he could give even Super,an a run for his money..Maybe.. Not like that's gonna stop her from trying. But first thing's first.lAnd as that van gets thrown into the sky, she rushes up to try and catch it before it can add to the mayhem, lowering it carefully to the ground. There are way too many people on the ground for her to fly fir safety at the same time, so she inhales a deep breath, and tries to blow as many out of direct line of the earthquake as possible. It's likely she won't blow everyone to safety but with any luck she can a5 least get those at ground zero out of the way.. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     There's an almost invisible sigh of relief when Bucky feels the odd sensation of ... well, sensation dropping away from him just after the feeling of those talons grip his shoulder. And not a moment too soon... Half expecting to be flattened by that huge fist coming at him, the Winter Soldier weaves to the side, only to see the full blast of the broken street come at him in a shockwave of unstoppable destruction...     In reflex, he kneels down, turns his head and closes his eyes.     The latter would end up saving his life.     There isn't much left of the street where Bucky stood, and it certainly looks like the courageous officer Chad Chapman has been erased from existence, a mere smear somewhere a few blocks away. Alas Chad, we barely...     No!     A figure starts to appear from the dust cloud, jogging towards the Juggernaut. It's slow at first, but picking up speed, as unstoppable as the tides, as inevitable as continental drift.     The amalgam of Phantasm and Winter Soldier makes his appearance...     The Winternaut charges! 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' And upon the Winternaut's shoulder the large purplish black corvid perches. The black bead of the eyes narrow above the beak as he rides his -sometimes noble- steed into action. For those who may have been there during the attack on a certain building in Metropolis, they might find this eerily similar to a Bullet Proof Vampire Slayer running through some heavily armed mercs over there as well. It does not happen often. But when it does. It it Glorious. 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Suddenly, the ground is erupting everywhere, as if they were near the epicenter of some crazy earthquake as Juggernaut slams it with his powerful fists. Fortunately, Supergirl is able to get some of the officers out of the way with that massive breath of hers, including Brandon and Abner. Although a good number of mercs were thrown off their feet and some aren't getting back up for a while. Granted, there had been more of them.     "That was a close one..." Brandon mutters to himself, glancing around at the destruction wrought. His first concern is for his fellow officers--he's looking to see if they're okay. But suddenly he stiffens, his composure changing. He jerks Abner again, prodding his back with the barrel of his sidearm. "Get moving."     "Okay, okay." The of them continue toward the local precinct, as the rest still appear quite distracted. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' It's around this time an armored humvee races onto the scene down the block, practically right in the way of the officer and Jacob, and a side door opens, a mercenary with an assault rifle pointed at the officer, "Thank you for the escort, we'll take it from here." Meanwhile, Lex splits his satellite view of the event into one for the humvee and one for the fight itself. "Package being secured. If the escort tries to run with it, deal with it." 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' Juggernaut may have the physique of a roided out gorilla that's dined on the combine mass of the past few decades of the largest of Yokozuna's ..but he's got some tactical sense and smarts, even when enraged. His goal there had been to actually give Supergirl something to do and to keep her busy while he refocused on the task at hand. Cyttorak may be urging him towards razing the landscape into dust but..a guys gotta earn a paycheck and Juggernaut wasn't called upon to just engage in a mindless slugfest. Thus as the quake sends the landscape boiling and rumbling violently, he steadies his own great mass and roots himself against the quakes while twisting to begin to turn his attention towards the target of his overall assault. He sees Brandon and Abner beginning to make their way forward on foot and Juggernaut's vast body begins looming and pressing in that direction, starting into a slow jog to begin to close the distance His very steps adding to the after shocks caused by his previous display, "C'mere.." he rumbles out stretching a massive arm forth. He did not, however, account for a...Winternaut? "Hey--what the!?!" The strength between them is still a gulf beyond reckoning. Super Soldier serum, enhanced or no, The Juggernaut finds arm wrestling with the strongest in existence a good way to warm up in the morning.. But physics is still a thing and that pin point strength coupled with that vibranium arm go barreling into the giants legs and lower torso as he begins his sideways march and Juggernaut goes tumbling over to the side, crashing like a collapsing building and digging up a wall of rubble on either side of him. Yet another quake. How embaressing. He's even being watched by the guy writing the checks and the word that the package is being secured brings him little comfort. "Right.". 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Okay, so he didn't think that would work twice. Even with Phantasm backing him up, there was little hope in Bucky's mind that he'd be able to knock the Juggernaut over twice with the same trick. But that locker has been shot, and he's going to have to figure out some more tricks.     First point of order? Distance. Get away from the immediate wrath and buy some time to figure out an alternate strategy or lure the Juggernaut away from the officer escorting Abner. /Away/, that's the ticket, keep the muscle tied up so that one of New York's finest can get the prisoner ... well, either to safety if this is a hit, or away from the would be rescuers if this is some attempt to spring him. Either way, as long as he can keep the Juggernaut here, there's a chance.     He's unaware of the intercept being made even as he thinks all this but a scant few blocks away.     "Thanks for the assist." He whispers to Phantasm. "How long can you keep this up?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl narrows her eyes, scanning the landscape, saddened that she was unable to save more people..Superman would have saved everyone at the same..But right now they'll have to make do with his younger, weaker, less experienced cousin. "Everyone get out of here..Now!" she warns, hoping people run away rather than towards the Juggernaut. Shes about to utter a warning to Winter soldier too, before he..merges with a crow..And charges at Juggy with a surprisingly powerful arm..Ahh, that's no ordinary metal. Okay then.. Once he punches the giant, knocking off-balance, Super girl rushes in, inhaling deeply and unleashing a freezing breath, attempting to encase him in a block of ice before he can get up and wreck more havok..At the very least, maybe she can buy the others time to escape. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' "Oh I'm rested. we've got a bit of time left." Phantasm assures, "Not near the limit yet." The raven turns his head, watching as Supergirl comes near Winter to try and give Juggernaut some Freezer burn. "Calvary's here anyways." 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Officer Brandon glares at the merc. He seems to have suddenly taken on a much more determined and aggressive attitude. It was clear to him that these guys wanted Abner alive. If not, they would have killed him already. Pulling Jacob up against himself, he holds his pistol up against the sniper's temple.     "Make a move and I'll kill him." he threatens. A police officer threatening to kill a prisoner in cold blood just like that? But anyone could tell from the look on his face and the icy, resolute tone of his voice that he was serious as serious could get.     Even Abner looked shocked. "What the hell Brandon, thought you were 'getting me to safety'?" That gets him a face full of pistol barrel. "Shut up!" 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' "You idiots trying to make me look bad??" The entire landscape is rent asunder as Juggernaut reaches down and yanks the earth upward as if pulling a carpet free. Literally rolling up a gigantic chunk of the area before him into a monstrously huge block of concrete, earth, and who knows what else as easily as if he were just balling up a comforter or sleeping bag. His glowering eyes fall on the retreating Bucky but before he can send the boulder of rubble at theWinter Soldier and his partner in crime Supergirl gets into the mix. Her freezing breath envelops him, building ice rapidly around his form and briefly locking him into a literal freeze frame that gives Bucky and Phantasm a chance to properly get clear and holds the giant at bay..but not for very long. The ice gives way as the behemoth pivots, turning about and sundering it like as his arm lunges forward and shot puts the rubble at Supergirl herself with an explosive sonic boom accompanying the force of the attack.. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Lessons learned from fighting tanks at close quarters include such things as never standing in front of the main armament, never standing directly in front of the direction of travel, and staying out of sight of any secondary armaments until you can blind side them. Those are lessons hard learned, and Bucky is treating this like man versus tank, which is why he's not there when the boulder is thrown. There's a moment of concern when he sees that projectile sail towards Supergirl... a mere moment, because that boulder is traveling at speed! And it gives him an idea.     The idea is to lure the Juggernaut in the wrong direction, not defeat him. Or, at least, keep him busy until they could get someone here who could contain him. Preferably Thor and the Hulk. At the same time.     So he grabs what remains of a smashed police car, checks for a moment to make sure it's empty, and hurls it towards the Juggernaut.     "Hey, big and ugly, pick on someone your own size!" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl's eyes widen, still trying to get more people clear of the battle field while Juggy is momentarily frozen. She didn't expect it to hold him for long, but she's still caught off guard as he slams the massive chunk of rubble at her like she's little more than a baseball being batted at..And she may be strong and tough and a heavy hitter, but he's stronger and tougher. He sends her flying a long ways away, a couple miles or more even, enough at least that she's tossed out of sight and quite well buried under quite a lot of rubble. Probably not enough to kill or seriously injure her, but she'll definitely be out of the fight..For a little while at least. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' Lessons learned when phantasming others iclude that it's very hard to do the equivalent of a three legged race and it's better if one is being carried and not going against the other. And being even on Phantasm's best day he can't throw a freaking car. He's deferring to the one who can and continues perching upon Bucky. So long as the task gets done he's perfectly fine being that +10 boost to the stats. Or whatever the going rate Phantasm abilties are. Nick's not a tabletop gamer. He has no clue. The bird's eyes widen as he watches Supergirl get knocked out of the immediate area. Oh sh- YEP. Bucky's strength concentrated is the way to go here. But as Bucky starts to call out to Juggernaut the bird glances down. Oh they're taunting now? Upon the top of Bucky's head the raven extends his wings out. Bringing one wing down and the other up at the same time in a birdy interpretation of an obscene gesture towards Juggernaut. Thank goodness there are no kids around. 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' "You saw what I did to that Superman wannabe and you're -still- talking like you got a chance?" This is said after Juggernaut allows the cop car to slam into his immovable frame, crumpling like so much tissue against his vast form. He pauses and listens as if receiving new instructions and then he just gives a grin. "It's your lucky day, chumps! Next time, baby!" He gives a quick two fingered salute that might even be considered good humored under different circumstances but really is just the result of a massive sense of self confidence. To much really. With that he turns and begins breaking into a steady jog..and then a pounding earth shaking run that is no doubt triggering seisommeters in the area. Either way he picks up more and more speed and soon is rushing out of the area as a full on run away freight train. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Okay then. As Juggernaut leaves at speed, Bucky watches him go. Honestly, he's not sad to see that man get away from him again, because quite frankly... this had been a close shave.     He'll have to do something about that.     "Thank you for the assist, Phantasm. You probably don't want to be here when it's time for the explaining."     Because the area... yeah... it's a mess. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Nick (9039)}} has posed:''' With Juggernaut rushing off, the bird glances around for any other threats before he hops off of Bucky. Taking his powers with him. The large bird looks to Bucky from his shorter standing position, "Who interviews a bird?" Either way he doesn't argue beyond that. "If you get out early enough, you're more than welcome swing by. Beers are restocked." Wings spreading he hops into the air and flies off. 
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13647/Prison Convoy Attack

2021-07-24T05:19:44Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Mr. Jacob Abner has been arrested in connection with a very public attempt on Lex Luthor's life a couple of weeks ago during a speaking engagement at Empire State University. He had been detained at the precinct near campus, but now for some reason an order from 'on high' had come down instructing them to have him moved to a detention facility farther south.     Despite the fact that Mr. Abner does appear to simply be human, he is packed into a police van with 2 other officers in the back, and 2 officers in the front including the driver, in addition to two squad cars in front and in back, both also with 2 officers inside of each. This is mostly because the police highly suspected that he hadn't been working alone, and that he might be part of some kind of crime ring--and those can be quite powerful... 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Of course, the truth is often simpler than reality: Lex does NOT appreciate wannabe assassins, and wants to have a chat with the man himself... and assaulting a police station is just asking for a massive number of casualties that would draw far too much attention and interest. On the other end, attacking a convoy on route is far less of a mess, and intercepting at a pre-determined area means much easier access to options for exit strategies. Of course, the convoy needs to be dealt with first... sure, the warsuit could easily do the job... but Lex isn't looking to have the LexKnight suit directly connected to a convoy attack, at least not without enough cover for a plausible denial of involvement. Fortunmately, there's a living wrecking ball that Lex knows of.. and Lex contacts him as L1 to arrange the job: One million to get the assassin captured or free... with half pay if he gets all the mercenaries killed; getting a reputation for getting your hired help killed is a good way to never get new hires, after all. Above the city, a LexCorp satellie is already in position, tracking the convoy... and Lex sits a few miles away in a truck, watching in real time from the warsuit. "Hit it." Comes an electronic voice over the radio to Juggernaut. 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' It seems like overkill. Like breaking a dam open to deal with an outdoor grill whose chef got a little over eager with the lighter fluid. A police van, a few cop cars, some standard issue ammunition...This isn't exactly something that he would call a difficult job. But then again, The Juggernaut has never complained about an easy meal ticket...and hey..a million?? He's gonna be eating good and hitting the resorts for at least a....month? Either way, best not to look gift horses in the mouth and work has been slow lately. He's almost had to become..social again..So an opportunity such as this suits him just fine even if he expects it to be over rather quickly. So when the order comes to 'hit it'.. hit it he does. Juggernaut's arrival is something akin to a ..small meteor impact and local seismic event as the huge and monstrously proportioned bruiser descends from up above, dropping down from a commissioned gunship to smash into the earth producing a gigantic sink hole and rolling shockwave that ripples out to slam into the first cars of the convoy. They go tumbling like toy cars being flipped from a yanked carpet, sirens wailing and metal screeching as the shockwaves continue on to disrupt the convoys movements and send cars and vans screeching to a halt. The hired help arrives on foot now, gunfire riddling out towards the officers and the cars and counter fire being exchanged as the officers work to quickly regroup and attempt to mount a defense against the arriving mercs. Juggernaut emerges from the massive crater and begins trundling forward towards the van while whistling boredly and dusting his hands off. Gunfire pings off of his armor and thuds harmlessly into his flesh but he pays it little mind, instead bearing down on the transport van with an almost bored cadence to his earth shaking steps. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     As the convoy was due to set off, there was a last minute change in officers escorting the prisoner. Instead of the expected man, up had strolled an officer with the name tag 'Chapman C.', assigned to prisoner escort. No stripes on his uniform, no stars, with a badge just as scuffed and tarnished as anyone else's. Had anyone checked, they'd even have found an officer Chapman as part of the 3rd Precinct, an everything from his uniform hat, to his badge, to the sloppy crease in his uniform pants would have passed muster. Except for wearing a long-sleeved shirt and gloves as if he were on ceremonial duty, there is absolutely nothing odd about the blue eyed officer who turns out to be fairly good company. Except, of course, that Officer Chad Chapman is so much fiction. From the hat, to the badge, to the sloppy crease in the uniform pants.     He's leaning back against the side of the van, eyes half closed and faintly smiling, seemingly a very laid-back escort of the kind that gets the worst assignments despite being probably at least vaguely competent. Why he got this assignment, who knows? And he has the annoying habit of having his radio on slightly too loud.     To hide the other radio ear piece that's feeding him actual intel.     After a short while, and just before the ambush hits, officer Chapman raises his eyebrows and widens his smile at the poor officer that's sharing the compartment with him, just before giving a single glance to Mister Abner.     "What you laughin' 'bout, Chapman? Something funny?" The slightly overweight officer with him snaps.     "We're about to have company."     "What? The hell you know?"     "A little birdie told me."     And then he braces himself for impact. Yeah, this is gonna sting...     When the van has stopped tossing everyone around like peas in a pod, Chapman stands, dusts himself off, and looks over to the other officer "You may want to sit this one out."     And then he punches the van door open, throwing away his hat and grinning at Juggernaut. "Well well... should have known it'd be you." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Phantasm (9039)}} has posed:''' Flying above the convoy but a bit less noticable than the incoming heroes, a purplish black bird flies along. Considering all that's going on it doesn't seem all that notable. Although one of the larger variety of birds with a three foot wingspan, it still is, just a bird. Wearing a communications device. Ok so maybe the corvid following along was not normal. But it's got to draw less attention than the large dome head causing chaos. Even if the raven had been using the comm to give Bucky a play by play of what was going on. The bird doesn't dive in. That wasn't the point of Phantasm being there. And unless a certain Soldier down below says otherwise he's going to have to trust that he's got things handled. Well until some new big bad comes in on the scene. But even then he's got to narc on it first. And speaking of big bad. Yes. There was a warning sent to his friend on the inside for the Juggs show too. 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     To say the least, the convoy wasn't prepared for...well, the Unstoppable Juggernaut. They had been expecting maybe a bunch of armed criminals, but this? This was way out of their league. The squad cars go tumbling, and the front of the van crumples. The driver is unconscious, while the rest of the officers jump out and get behind the wrecked vehicles to use them as cover as they exchange gunfire with the attackers. Shooting at Juggernaut definitely doesn't do anything, and they are powerless to stop his advance. "--make sure Abner is secure!" crackles over the police radios as the chaos unfolds.     "Nu-uh, -you- stay here and--!" Inside the van, Officer Brandon, the other guy in the back with undercover Bucky, gapes at the fact that 'Chapman' just punched the door of the van open in the middle of him trying to tell him to stay on babysitter duty. Well then. Guess he's stuck with with it then...he glances at Abner, who smirks. "Well, it looks like you're outta your league here, officer." he remarks snidely.     Sure enough, Phantasm goes unnoticed. Yes, he's a big bird, but there is far too much chaos going on down on the ground for any of the police to take notice. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Over the comms, that voice continues, "No incoming from above. Get the package and transport will move to exit point." Hidden spy satellites; one of the many benefits of a telecomms subsidiary. 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' "Everybody out whose getting' out while the getting' is good!" thunders Juggernaut as he draws near to the van..only to blink as the door is blown right off. "What the.." The boldness of 'Chapman' does cause Juggernaut to arc an eyebrow and squint at him through the eye slits of his helmet and his whistling comes up short as he racks his brain in an attempt to draw some recognition here. He fails at this and just ends up pursing his lips and then rumbling, "Yeah..do I know you? Not that it matters. Unless you got a couple of Hulk's tucked away somewhere in which case...it still aint gonna matter." The instructions are given over the comm and he grunts and presses in. "You got about three seconds to get outta the way... Shoo." He makes a few flippant casual gestures with his hand, trying to 'wave' Chapman off as he would wave off an annoying child ...but his approach subtly changes from that bored lumbering one to one with a bit more looming menace, likely not helped by the fact that he compares in size to said van and his immense frame begins to swallow 'Chapman' from sight, visually as he draws nearer. The mercenaries are a rag-tag group but they're doing their job and the unsettling presence and thunderous arrival of Juggernaut has done much to rattle the officers and let the dozen or so mercs keep them pinned. A few move to cover Juggernaut, taking note of Chapman as well and raising guns to take aim as soon as an opening reveals itself. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     There are moments when James Buchanan Barnes feels incredibly out-gunned. Granted, last time was the sudden appearance of the Panzer 5, version D at Trois Ponts, the tank the Germans would always insist on calling the Panther. That was one naughty kitty indeed, and not something you want to meet equipped with just your rifles and a few frag grenades. And Steve Rogers, of course, that was very much the equalizer in that fight. But right now, here he is... no Howling Commandos, no Captain America, and no howitzer which may be his only hope of stopping the Juggernaut. Or, well, at least slow him down a bit. So he'll put out the call over the 'special' frequency, just before squaring off. "Agent Barnes, have sighted Cain Marko, assault in progress at my location." Not that he expects anyone to be able to get here in time.     And much like an old west gunslinger, he draws his sidearm, taking stock of the tactical situation. "Yeah, can't let you do that. This doesn't have to get ugly..." hah, for whom?     And as a stage whisper in his other radio link. "Ravenlord, if you've got an idea, now's the time, or people are going to die." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl just happened to be patrolling from up above, although she was rather enjoying a quiet, peaceful flight.l.Up until she spotted the cub it being attacked by a massive being. Oh she's probably heard of the unstoppable Juggernaut but never met him. He's hard to avoid really, and kinda.lIntimidating, although she's seen worse. She wastes no time in diving downwards, focused primarily on taking care of innocents, and as the vehicles go out of control she will ficus first on trying to steady them, grabbing the nearest spinning van, digging her heels into the ground to try and stop it from spinning. Once that's done she focuses on Juggy, eyes narrowed. Finger pointed at him. "You only get one warning before I cause you serious hurt. Back off or I'll be forced to stop you." 

:'''{{#var:9039|Phantasm (9039)}} has posed:''' Sunny Day. Sweepin' the clouds away. On my way to where the air is sweet. Can you tell me how to get? How to get to - Oh right. Wrong big bird. The whispered request for help reaches the bird in the air. To which the acrobatic bird flips mid air to swoop down in the direction of Bucky. < How about a powerup Phantasm style? Stall. You'll know when it hits. > The raven's path comes down ground level flying up behind the soldier before swooping up at the last second, talons latching onto his shoulder. And for some reason. He turns his head to the right wile the wings arc up for a bit giving a bit of a halo effect around Bucky's head. Or he's mimicking a US Eagle. Either way, hopefully it's weird enough to stall any observers while the phantasm feeds some of his ability into Bucky. 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     With all the chaos going on outside, Officer Brandon is getting terribly restless. It doesn't look like Abner has tried anything yet, but with Supergirl's arrival, he can tell this part of the street is about to turn into a warzone and he'd -really- rather not be anywhere near that when it happens. Plus, it's starting to smell like gasoline in here which could only mean one thing. He was supposed to secure the prisoner--so that's what he's going to do. There's another precinct nearby, he'll take the man there.     He jerks the sniper up by his handcuffs. "C'mon, let's get moving. I'm taking you somewhere safe. If you're smart you'll cooperate." He kicks open a side door, and begins to escort the prisoner out, hoping the mercs won't notice with the firefight that's going on. At least the other officers are doing their part to keep them occupied... 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "One of the side doors is open and it looks like the package is being escorted away. Supergirl came in too fast for visual. Deal with her as you see fit, but the package is the priority. Again, Both outcomes are positive here." The voice comes over the radio, "Suppress him." 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' Juggernaut freezes as he hears Supergirl. His eyes dilating to pinpricks as he looks on in shock. It's like...a trigger. It's like...how can he -not- utter these words after a statement like that from Supergirl. "Stop....me..??" Juggernaut's eyes widen and a full tooth grin seems to grow from ear to ear. His entire physique seems to bulk up ever larger as the giant begins rolling back the restraints and Cyttorak's urge to cause destruction wells up within him. Mind you...he -did- hear Lex as well. The bossman has spoken. He's on the job. A pure focus on Supergirl doesn't bring success here...but it's still hard to just ignore that. "Are you serious? Aint you heard of me? NOTHING CAN STOP THE JUGGERNAUT!!!" His reaction combines priceless with that of a temper tantrum. A massive fist hauls backwards like a trebuchet winding up and then he swings, bringing the fist downward not for Bucky directly but for the ground between the two. He's not known for restraint when aggravated and so he uses little to none here - resulting in something akin to a ground zero seismic event exploding right infront of Bucky, the van and unfortunately the mercs who are a little to close for comfort and underestimated the reach of Juggernaut's capabilities. The display will do little to nothing against Supergirl as she is airborne but it does send any on their feet who aren't capable of withstanding the shockwave and the ground rending into huge fissures and canyons, hurtling or falling and debris flying and probably some unconscious bodies. The van itself is tossed skywards as well, tumbling violently but fortunately Brandon and Abner had exited. -Unfortunately- it means they are outside when the blast hits. Really now, Hulk should sue. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' To be honest, Supergirl isn't entirely sure if she *can* stop him. Certainly, she is very strong, but she's heard this guy is like, Hulk level strong maybe? Heck he could give even Super,an a run for his money..Maybe.. Not like that's gonna stop her from trying. But first thing's first.lAnd as that van gets thrown into the sky, she rushes up to try and catch it before it can add to the mayhem, lowering it carefully to the ground. There are way too many people on the ground for her to fly fir safety at the same time, so she inhales a deep breath, and tries to blow as many out of direct line of the earthquake as possible. It's likely she won't blow everyone to safety but with any luck she can a5 least get those at ground zero out of the way.. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     There's an almost invisible sigh of relief when Bucky feels the odd sensation of ... well, sensation dropping away from him just after the feeling of those talons grip his shoulder. And not a moment too soon... Half expecting to be flattened by that huge fist coming at him, the Winter Soldier weaves to the side, only to see the full blast of the broken street come at him in a shockwave of unstoppable destruction...     In reflex, he kneels down, turns his head and closes his eyes.     The latter would end up saving his life.     There isn't much left of the street where Bucky stood, and it certainly looks like the courageous officer Chad Chapman has been erased from existence, a mere smear somewhere a few blocks away. Alas Chad, we barely...     No!     A figure starts to appear from the dust cloud, jogging towards the Juggernaut. It's slow at first, but picking up speed, as unstoppable as the tides, as inevitable as continental drift.     The amalgam of Phantasm and Winter Soldier makes his appearance...     The Winternaut charges! 

:'''{{#var:9039|Phantasm (9039)}} has posed:''' And upon the Winternaut's shoulder the large purplish black corvid perches. The black bead of the eyes narrow above the beak as he rides his -sometimes noble- steed into action. For those who may have been there during the attack on a certain building in Metropolis, they might find this eerily similar to a Bullet Proof Vampire Slayer running through some heavily armed mercs over there as well. It does not happen often. But when it does. It it Glorious. 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Suddenly, the ground is erupting everywhere, as if they were near the epicenter of some crazy earthquake as Juggernaut slams it with his powerful fists. Fortunately, Supergirl is able to get some of the officers out of the way with that massive breath of hers, including Brandon and Abner. Although a good number of mercs were thrown off their feet and some aren't getting back up for a while. Granted, there had been more of them.     "That was a close one..." Brandon mutters to himself, glancing around at the destruction wrought. His first concern is for his fellow officers--he's looking to see if they're okay. But suddenly he stiffens, his composure changing. He jerks Abner again, prodding his back with the barrel of his sidearm. "Get moving."     "Okay, okay." The of them continue toward the local precinct, as the rest still appear quite distracted. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' It's around this time an armored humvee races onto the scene down the block, practically right in the way of the officer and Jacob, and a side door opens, a mercenary with an assault rifle pointed at the officer, "Thank you for the escort, we'll take it from here." Meanwhile, Lex splits his satellite view of the event into one for the humvee and one for the fight itself. "Package being secured. If the escort tries to run with it, deal with it." 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' Juggernaut may have the physique of a roided out gorilla that's dined on the combine mass of the past few decades of the largest of Yokozuna's ..but he's got some tactical sense and smarts, even when enraged. His goal there had been to actually give Supergirl something to do and to keep her busy while he refocused on the task at hand. Cyttorak may be urging him towards razing the landscape into dust but..a guys gotta earn a paycheck and Juggernaut wasn't called upon to just engage in a mindless slugfest. Thus as the quake sends the landscape boiling and rumbling violently, he steadies his own great mass and roots himself against the quakes while twisting to begin to turn his attention towards the target of his overall assault. He sees Brandon and Abner beginning to make their way forward on foot and Juggernaut's vast body begins looming and pressing in that direction, starting into a slow jog to begin to close the distance His very steps adding to the after shocks caused by his previous display, "C'mere.." he rumbles out stretching a massive arm forth. He did not, however, account for a...Winternaut? "Hey--what the!?!" The strength between them is still a gulf beyond reckoning. Super Soldier serum, enhanced or no, The Juggernaut finds arm wrestling with the strongest in existence a good way to warm up in the morning.. But physics is still a thing and that pin point strength coupled with that vibranium arm go barreling into the giants legs and lower torso as he begins his sideways march and Juggernaut goes tumbling over to the side, crashing like a collapsing building and digging up a wall of rubble on either side of him. Yet another quake. How embaressing. He's even being watched by the guy writing the checks and the word that the package is being secured brings him little comfort. "Right.". 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Okay, so he didn't think that would work twice. Even with Phantasm backing him up, there was little hope in Bucky's mind that he'd be able to knock the Juggernaut over twice with the same trick. But that locker has been shot, and he's going to have to figure out some more tricks.     First point of order? Distance. Get away from the immediate wrath and buy some time to figure out an alternate strategy or lure the Juggernaut away from the officer escorting Abner. /Away/, that's the ticket, keep the muscle tied up so that one of New York's finest can get the prisoner ... well, either to safety if this is a hit, or away from the would be rescuers if this is some attempt to spring him. Either way, as long as he can keep the Juggernaut here, there's a chance.     He's unaware of the intercept being made even as he thinks all this but a scant few blocks away.     "Thanks for the assist." He whispers to Phantasm. "How long can you keep this up?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl narrows her eyes, scanning the landscape, saddened that she was unable to save more people..Superman would have saved everyone at the same..But right now they'll have to make do with his younger, weaker, less experienced cousin. "Everyone get out of here..Now!" she warns, hoping people run away rather than towards the Juggernaut. Shes about to utter a warning to Winter soldier too, before he..merges with a crow..And charges at Juggy with a surprisingly powerful arm..Ahh, that's no ordinary metal. Okay then.. Once he punches the giant, knocking off-balance, Super girl rushes in, inhaling deeply and unleashing a freezing breath, attempting to encase him in a block of ice before he can get up and wreck more havok..At the very least, maybe she can buy the others time to escape. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Phantasm (9039)}} has posed:''' "Oh I'm rested. we've got a bit of time left." Phantasm assures, "Not near the limit yet." The raven turns his head, watching as Supergirl comes near Winter to try and give Juggernaut some Freezer burn. "Calvary's here anyways." 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Officer Brandon glares at the merc. He seems to have suddenly taken on a much more determined and aggressive attitude. It was clear to him that these guys wanted Abner alive. If not, they would have killed him already. Pulling Jacob up against himself, he holds his pistol up against the sniper's temple.     "Make a move and I'll kill him." he threatens. A police officer threatening to kill a prisoner in cold blood just like that? But anyone could tell from the look on his face and the icy, resolute tone of his voice that he was serious as serious could get.     Even Abner looked shocked. "What the hell Brandon, thought you were 'getting me to safety'?" That gets him a face full of pistol barrel. "Shut up!" 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' "You idiots trying to make me look bad??" The entire landscape is rent asunder as Juggernaut reaches down and yanks the earth upward as if pulling a carpet free. Literally rolling up a gigantic chunk of the area before him into a monstrously huge block of concrete, earth, and who knows what else as easily as if he were just balling up a comforter or sleeping bag. His glowering eyes fall on the retreating Bucky but before he can send the boulder of rubble at theWinter Soldier and his partner in crime Supergirl gets into the mix. Her freezing breath envelops him, building ice rapidly around his form and briefly locking him into a literal freeze frame that gives Bucky and Phantasm a chance to properly get clear and holds the giant at bay..but not for very long. The ice gives way as the behemoth pivots, turning about and sundering it like as his arm lunges forward and shot puts the rubble at Supergirl herself with an explosive sonic boom accompanying the force of the attack.. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Lessons learned from fighting tanks at close quarters include such things as never standing in front of the main armament, never standing directly in front of the direction of travel, and staying out of sight of any secondary armaments until you can blind side them. Those are lessons hard learned, and Bucky is treating this like man versus tank, which is why he's not there when the boulder is thrown. There's a moment of concern when he sees that projectile sail towards Supergirl... a mere moment, because that boulder is traveling at speed! And it gives him an idea.     The idea is to lure the Juggernaut in the wrong direction, not defeat him. Or, at least, keep him busy until they could get someone here who could contain him. Preferably Thor and the Hulk. At the same time.     So he grabs what remains of a smashed police car, checks for a moment to make sure it's empty, and hurls it towards the Juggernaut.     "Hey, big and ugly, pick on someone your own size!" 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl's eyes widen, still trying to get more people clear of the battle field while Juggy is momentarily frozen. She didn't expect it to hold him for long, but she's still caught off guard as he slams the massive chunk of rubble at her like she's little more than a baseball being batted at..And she may be strong and tough and a heavy hitter, but he's stronger and tougher. He sends her flying a long ways away, a couple miles or more even, enough at least that she's tossed out of sight and quite well buried under quite a lot of rubble. Probably not enough to kill or seriously injure her, but she'll definitely be out of the fight..For a little while at least. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Phantasm (9039)}} has posed:''' Lessons learned when phantasming others iclude that it's very hard to do the equivalent of a three legged race and it's better if one is being carried and not going against the other. And being even on Phantasm's best day he can't throw a freaking car. He's deferring to the one who can and continues perching upon Bucky. So long as the task gets done he's perfectly fine being that +10 boost to the stats. Or whatever the going rate Phantasm abilties are. Nick's not a tabletop gamer. He has no clue. The bird's eyes widen as he watches Supergirl get knocked out of the immediate area. Oh sh- YEP. Bucky's strength concentrated is the way to go here. But as Bucky starts to call out to Juggernaut the bird glances down. Oh they're taunting now? Upon the top of Bucky's head the raven extends his wings out. Bringing one wing down and the other up at the same time in a birdy interpretation of an obscene gesture towards Juggernaut. Thank goodness there are no kids around. 

:'''{{#var:282|Juggernaut (282)}} has posed:''' "You saw what I did to that Superman wannabe and you're -still- talking like you got a chance?" This is said after Juggernaut allows the cop car to slam into his immovable frame, crumpling like so much tissue against his vast form. He pauses and listens as if receiving new instructions and then he just gives a grin. "It's your lucky day, chumps! Next time, baby!" He gives a quick two fingered salute that might even be considered good humored under different circumstances but really is just the result of a massive sense of self confidence. To much really. With that he turns and begins breaking into a steady jog..and then a pounding earth shaking run that is no doubt triggering seisommeters in the area. Either way he picks up more and more speed and soon is rushing out of the area as a full on run away freight train. 

:'''{{#var:229|James Barnes (229)}} has posed:'''     Okay then. As Juggernaut leaves at speed, Bucky watches him go. Honestly, he's not sad to see that man get away from him again, because quite frankly... this had been a close shave.     He'll have to do something about that.     "Thank you for the assist, Phantasm. You probably don't want to be here when it's time for the explaining."     Because the area... yeah... it's a mess. 

:'''{{#var:9039|Phantasm (9039)}} has posed:''' With Juggernaut rushing off, the bird glances around for any other threats before he hops off of Bucky. Taking his powers with him. The large bird looks to Bucky from his shorter standing position, "Who interviews a bird?" Either way he doesn't argue beyond that. "If you get out early enough, you're more than welcome swing by. Beers are restocked." Wings spreading he hops into the air and flies off. 
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13585/Volweiler Symposium

2021-07-09T17:22:28Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     The research park at Empire State University is bustling with students, faculty, and staff, as well as people from the general intellectual community. That is because tonight is the Volweiler Research Symposium, an annual event dedicated to the sharing of the best ideas the city has to offer.     The atrium is full of posters and demonstration booths prepared by various researchers, some academic while others are private enterprises. There are also a few snack tables with party trays, fruit, punch, and the like situated around the edges of the room.     The event is open to the general public, and there are a few campus police officers and ushers on duty. The rest of the crowd are just milling about, taking interest in that booth or this poster, asking questions of those attending the item of interest, or just hanging around chatting amgonst themselves, maybe while chowing down on snacks. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake would have brought Phoebe along with him, coming to the event as Tim Drake, he is one of the VP's for Wayne Tech, and this is not only a place where some of his brighter people might be showing some of their work, but it is a good place to see what others are doing and who might be on track to get offered a job with the Wayne tech family. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Then, there's Lex Luthor. One of the giants of research and development alongside WayneTech, of course the business rivals would both be invited. He had come in a Limo flying both the US and LexCorp flags, with Hope letting him out of the back as Mercy brings the black Limo around to the parking lot. Into the park Lex goes... his first stop the first interesting group of inventors he sees; these are the events the up and coming talent want to be found at... and Lex is a master of technology and business. Time to mingle and recruit. "Hello! Quite the setup you have here." Lex greets the first interesting party he sees, walking up to them. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers is also here in civilian attire. She may not be a VP but with her connections at Catco mean her boss would probably want her to get some article on this story for her magazine. She's dressed formally and rather stiffly in her Kara Danvers persona, complete with white blouse that's slight baggy on her, blue knee length skirt and blonde hair pulled up in a tidy bun. And those glasses of course. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     Phoebe was here in official capacity. Her hair was pulled into bantu knots, and she was wearing a pair of gray non-prescription glasses to soften her image, walking in a pair of sensible matte heels, a dark gray pinstripe skirt suite with a blue blouse beneath, and her WAyneTech ID tag on her lapel. She carries around a tablet for taking notes so that Tim doesn't have to, pure appearance of combonation Secretary, Coordinator, and Girlfriend. 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Indeed, LexCorp and WayneTech are among the most highly anticipated guests of the night, and everyone is quite excited that Mr. Luthor himself would be making an appearance, as per the large signs out front that advertised the fact that there were plans for him to speak on some of LexCorp's latest innovations and how technology was changing the world for the better toward the end of the night.     Lar Gand had accompanied Kara to this event, as she had been a bit on edge lately. A little less confident, even scared, thanks to some disturbing events recently. But he pats her on the back reassuringly, leaning toward her to speak on a level only they could hear, even with all the background noise and chatter. "Looks like Lex is going to be here...this could be your chance to put him to the test."     As Lex approaches the first booth that catches his eye, the researchers are of course elated that he has chosen to approach them. One of them, a tall, lanky male grad student smiles. "Mr. Luthor--!" He quickly sticks out a hand for a shake. "Sam Overland, so happy to meet you. Thanks....yeah...my group's been looking into introducing a new species of mosquito predator to impoverished areas of the Republic of Congo." There are several lighted terrariums filled with some kind of monstrous-looking wasp even larger than the Asian Giant Hornet.     However, above all of this activity, if anyone has been paying enough attention, there a mysterious figure perched just outside the roof skywindow that runs most of the length of the ceiling, which is situated above the building's multiple open-air floors. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake is paying attention, that is sorta, what the young man has been trained to do, and without powers it is a rather important skill. He notices the movement up top, but is not quite at a good angle to see who or what it is. He leans over to whisper to Phoebe alerting her of it. For now, he leads her to a booth checking out what the kids there have made, but also trying to get a better lok to see if it is security or one of new yorks heroes or what not. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' Lex takes the hand, shaking cordially, but his eyes are on the wasp. "Good evening, Mr. Overland. Is that genetic engineering, or are you cross-breeding?" He looks back to Sam, his demeanor warm, the charisma of the man on full display to those around him. It's easy to tell how the Billionaire philanthropist came from nothing to become the powerhouse industrialist he is now. "Anything that brings thw quality of life up for humanity is a noble and worthy project." Lex states, confidently. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers is glad for Lar's company and smiles faintly at him as they wander through the area. "Thanks for coming with me...Wow, this place is huge. But I'm sure we'll find him sooner or later. Probably has the biggest, shiniest booth set up or something, right?" she's trying to stay positive in light of recent events. "Although, might be a bit tricky approaching the subject without raising suspicion..Still, it shouldn't be completely out of place to ask him about his research on nanite particles if I word it properly.." Kara hasn't spotted Lex yet but she does see some other familiar faces. "Heey, isn't that Tim and Phoebe?" 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     Phoebe gives a nod, and brings the tablet forward, jotting something down on the tablet before she comes back around to take a look at what the kids are doing. She gives the brightest grin to one of the smiles, and asks a few questions about a project involving reversing the polarity of an ionization to destabilize a molecule before bringing it back to improve drinking water clarity and quality. She does not spot Kara just yet, but she is gathering security feeds from around the area to that tablet.     For Mr. Drake's safety, of course. 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Once Tim and Phoebe are able to get to a better angle, they are able to see that the mysterious figure is doing something. It's not fully clear right away exactly what from this distance, but after a minute or two he puts some kind of device on the glass and pulls, creating perfectly circular hole that is just big enough for him to get through. He deftly jumps through, and lands on the balcony of the top floor, which is currently deserted since basically everyone is at the symposium downstairs. Now that he's a bit closer, it looks like he's wearing tactical gear and carrying something long and thin. Could it be a weapon? But he ducks behind the half-walls lining the balcony before that can be clearly discerned, at least from this vantage point. Phoebe's review of security feeds in the building would show that all the upper floors are deserted, that is, except for the top one where one of the cameras had caught a brief glimpse of a man in tactical gear of some kind just barely swiping the edge of the camera's field of view. But if she knows the location of that camera, she might be able to approximate where he is.     Meanwhile, Mr. Overland looks more and more elated with every minute of talking to Lex. This is -definitely- a good connection for after he graduates. "A little bit of both, actually." he says, grinning. "The Asian Giant Hornet is an extremely effective predator. But mosquitoes aren't usually its favorite. Dragonflies on the other hand..."     "...yes, yes of course. Mosquitoes are an important part of ecosystems, but they can also transmit deadly diseases. That's why we need natural control mechanisms instead of using synthetic chemicals." Lex may or may not notice that at this point, Hope has begun to act a bit strangely. Mercy probably picked up on it, though. She had been standing at his side, but she suddenly seems to have decided to take a slight step back. Her hand goes to the backup pistol she usually carries, though she does not draw it, as if she's checking it's still there or, something like that.     Lar nods. "Well looks like he'll be giving a speech tonight, so maybe we can track him down after. Might be a line, but if we wait long enough...You can do this, Kara. I'm with you." He looks over to Tim and Phoebe. "Oh, hey." he waves. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake will frown as he sees this. He looks about for a place, where he and Phoebe might be able to find a hidden spot to change, but sees Kara. He will smile and leans in to whisper to Phoebe again, but this time, he tries to get someone else's attention. "Supergirl we have a man in tactical gear, just snuck into the building on the balconey across and above where I am. Lost sight of him, but he seemed to have some odd device with him." He then adds for Phoebe with another whisper "SG is here in her civilian ID." He looks to the kids whose exhibit he is at, and gives them just a moments attention trying not to let on he saw anything above to others. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "I've read some studies on the subject, but I've never had the pleasure of finding out on my own." Lex steps around Sam and walks right up to the Wasp, studying it. His hands clasp behind his back as he takes in the details. "What are you hoping to accomplish with it?" Indeed, Lex does not notice anything strange. But then, he's not expecting any trouble here. That's what security is for. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     Phoebe finishes her talk with the kids, and gives them a manicured thumbs-up before she straightens, looking to Tim and then she hears the whisper.     And that's when she turns to look to Kara, and she gives a smile, before turning to Tim and whispering "I have a tablet with the security feed, meet me at the Ladies' room."     And she turns, ticking an option to let Tim view on his smart watch as she goes to find the little girl's room for a quick change. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles and nods to Lar, giving his arm a little squeeze, encouraged by his words, "Yeah, it's okay, there's a lot to look at while we're here." as they approach Phoebe and Tim, she nods to them with a smile. "Hey guys, what's up?" it's clear they're focused on..Something, and her smile quickly fades as she follows their gazes, eyes narrowed on some movement going on up there. "Snuck in, did he? Soo, either an uninvited guest or..Something more sinister." an assassin? Possibly after one of these people..But Lex is the most prominent figure here Soo.. She switches to x-ray vision, trying to pinpoint the figure in tactical gear, "Guess talking to Lex may have to wait.." when Phoebe says that, Kara nods again, it'd be a good place to change, "Be right there." 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     The monstrous-looking wasp is at least twice the size of the typical giant hornet, and its eyes are definitely larger. And when Lex approaches the terrarium, it flies wildly at the glass, clawing and hissing as if it wants to devour him. However, the barrier does not yield. Honestly, it looks like it could be even more dangerous than overpopulated mosquitoes. But hey, at least it's something cool to show off. "Well the first thing is to help keep mosquito populations under control, by giving it a voracious apetite for both larvae and adult individuals using CXLL55, a dragonfly gene involved in prey selection behaviors. Interestingly that locus actually has 75% homology to some of the more conserved wasp genes."     Hope's hand moves away from the pistol, and she seems to resume more natural behavior, moving along with Lex and Mercy as he goes over to the terrarium. But she still stays slightly behind him.     As Kara looks up toward the top floor where Tim pointed out the stranger, her vision does reveal that there is a man in tactical gear hiding behind the barriers on the edge of the balcony. With her enhanced vision, it's quite clear he is setting up a sniper rifle, the muzzle pointed through a narrow gap in the railing. Now, he is peering through the scope at something, but she can't quite tell what or who he is looking at.     Lar frowns at the news Tim and Phoebe have. That is disturbing. He lets them head off to change. "I'll hold the fort down here." 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "I'll be sure to watch the progress for this." Lex genuinely informs the group. It's one of those 'good in theory, but the execution brings a whole new set of problems into the mix' solutions. Still, can't expect a student to know all the variables. With that, Lex steps away with a wave, and starts to head deeper into the crowd, looking for anything new as he heads for the stage. He's one of the speakers after all. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods to Lar, "Right, let's go then.." she darts off to the washroom, glad she brought a little backpack with her to get changed and swap out her civvies. When she emerges, she's glad the washroom is empty for now. "Right, that guy looked like a sniper, we'd better stop him, but didn't want to alarm the public. What's the fastest way to his last known location with minimal interference?" even as she asks, she scans the rafters again, searching for the sniper. They didn't have much time to lose. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     They didn't have time to loose, but Phoebe needs a few more minutes. She's largely gotten down to a science -- after having to stash hers in an overhead vent just in case -- but she emerges pulling her hood over her head.     "According to the schematics of the building --" the vocoder-disguised voice replies "For you, to the left, utility stairs. Last door, then up one floor." she gives a wry grin "I'll be right behind you." 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     As Lex was standing in front of the terrarium, more of those nasty looking insects fly against the glass at him. A voracious appetite for mosquitoes, huh? Well the only thing that's clear now is that they seem to have a voracious appetite for -people-. Mr. Overland nods vigorously, clearly thrilled that Lex is interested in his work. "Definitely keep tabs on Dr. Rocheford's lab, then! We're hoping to publish by the end of this year."     Kara would find the sniper again, in the same position as before. Now he is lying on his belly, peering through the scope of the rifle which is aimed downward toward someone on the floor below, seemingly ready to fire at just the right moment like a predator waiting for its prey to come out in the open...     A few minutes after Lex and his usual security entourage step away from Mr. Overland's demo, a man steps up to a podium set on a portable stage that has been positioned in front of a projector screen and rows of chairs. There are already some people who have found their seats, as the appointed time for the guest speakers is coming up in a few minutes. The mic crackles a little, and he speaks.     "Ahem, ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming tonight." As he begins, more people filter into the rows of chairs and sit down. "I trust you've all had a fine time with the food and most of all the sharing of ideas. My name is Tyler Everett, founder of the Science Alliance. We are proud sponsors of the annual Volweiler Symposium at Empire State University Research Park. And so, it is my honor and privilege to introduce to you tonight's first guest speaker--the founder and CEO of LexCorp himself: Lex Luthor!"     He smiles and steps aside as he waits for Lex to come onstage amidst the thunderous applause that breaks out. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake would like to suit up and be part of this, but he knows, people are looking at him. He makes sure he is out in the public eye, watching Lex's speech as it starts. The young man trusts the ladies to handle this one. One of the things he may have learned on his own, and not from his mentor. You do not have to be a physical part of all missions, sometimes, you trust your friends. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "Thank you, Mr. Everett." Lex clearly speaks into the mic. He's a public speaker and his natural charisma is clearly in play as he stands there... his hands on the sides of the podium as he starts to speak from memory. "I'd like to thank all of you for joining us as well. It's the /drive/ of human progress that makes our species -and indeed, Earth- great." Lex begins to looks over the crowd as he speaks with warmth and conviction. "Humanity as a whole has many problems. Indeed, coming out of the dark ages was a challenge. A difficult one that took decades to get through.... but we got through those times by /siezing/-" His right hand comes up and gives a firm grip to the air, as if he's snatching something from in front of himself,"-the oppurtunities for social and technological reform. Despite the cruelty of those times, we as a species learned a very important lesson." Lex leans forward, physically driving the point home, "Stifling progress hurts everyone... and we cannot rely on outsiders to fix our problems." He leans back, "Research. Technology, evolution of the human condition. Expansion of our society. These are the cornerstones of a healthy civilization, and I support any effort to keep these things stable. With these in mind, I wholeheartedly support the efforts of events like the Volweiler Research Symposium, and I hope to keep events like these going for years to come." As Lex's voice fills the Park, Hope slowly takes out a set of shock gloves from a satchel attached to her back, concealing the movement behind her back. Unfortunately for her, Mercy catches the movement and is already glancing around for a perp. Then, it happens fast. Almost with lightning speed. Hope brings up one of her shock gloves, and a charge shocks Lex as he siezes in front of everyone, hitting the ground. Mercy just barely pulls out her tazer and shocks Hope down to the ground, behind her employer. Lex is out... but alive. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods to Phoebe as she offers the fastest route to the bad guy. "Alright, thanks, keep an eye on Lex down here, I'll try and stop him from above." she darts upstairs then, taking the suggested route and adding in a little super speed to make up for lost time. He's probably had enough time to line up a shot, probably just waiting for Lex to take the stage before he'll have a clear view of him. Hopefully she can do this as discretely as possible. "Hey you, hold it right there!" she calls out a warning to sniper guy when she spots him, getting ready to grab the gun from him should he refuse to listen to reason.. She's only partly aware of what's going on down below though, enough to be momentarily distracted as she sees Lex go down...Wait, what just happened? 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     The tablet gets tucked away in her back pack beneath her cape, and the other girl gives a nod to Kara. She hopes the 'faster than a speeding bullet' is a commonality.     The Sparrowhawk is not faster than a speeding bullet, but she does re-appear in the crowd. There's a 'pop' of a grappling gun, and as she pulls back, she's launched into the air, over the crowd, and lands near the stunned Lex and the even more stunned Hope and the hopefully-not-about-to-stun-her Mercy. She holds her hands up a moment, her back in the direction of the sniper.     "I'm reading he's alive. I'm medically trained. May I?" 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     The sudden and unexpected actions Lex's own must trusted bodyguard Hope throws the symposium attendees into a shocked panic. At first, a gasp permeates the crowd as they sit there frozen, but a few seconds later and people start standing up and looking around to try figuring what the hell just happened.     And then--as if the situation couldn't get any more chaotic--just as Kara confronts the sniper, the rife discharges, the perp attempting to shoot Lex while he is down on the floor since it would appear the shock gloves did not kill him. However, two things went wrong: First, Kara startled him because she had appeared so quickly with her lightning fast speed--how had she gotten up here so fast? This threw off his aim. Second, Phoebe got in the way. As such, the bullet strays from its mark, passing through the glass terrarium with the swarm of genetically modified wasps in it and grazing the top of Sparrowhawk's right shoulder as she is crouching over Lex before burying itself in the floor a few inches away from his head.     The terrarium glass spider cracks in both places where the bullet had passed through, before shattering completely. And now there is an angry swarm of experimental giant hornets attacking the crowd!     Meanwhile, upstairs, seeing that the plan had failed, the sniper gets up hurriedly and desperately tries to escape before Kara can grab him--although he probably doesn't have a good chance of succeeding at that... 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake will move with the reaction of someone trained to be a hero, but he knows h e can not go into kicking with the hornets, or throw any of the hidden smoke pellets ot such. No, he takes a few steps to the side, and his the fire alarm to trigger the sprinkler system, counting on the quick thick rain of water to knock the bugs out of the air. 

:'''{{#var:92|Lex Luthor (92)}} has posed:''' "Get away from him." Mercy hisses, the tazer aimed right for Phoebe as Mercy checks him for herself. Lex is alive, but completely knocked out. Mercy gestures aggressively towards two guards, "Get Hope and bring her." Meanwhile, Mercy is grabbing up Lex like a ragdoll under one arm and taking him away. "We have our own protocols." 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''      -- Wasps. Why did it have to be wasps?     With Lex Luthor prone and shocked and Phoebe holding her hands up and making sure that she's not being threatening in any way, she lets Mercy handle Lex.     Onto the Angry Bees. "Luthor is being handled by his own team." she states, "But we've got a bug problem. Alert medical teams to be prepped with hista-histamines and... oh why are they giant angry wasps?!" 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     If the crowd was scared before, now they are completely panicked as the insects are suddenly unleashed on them, and they are just as aggressive as before. Suddenly, the campus police are severely understaffed as chaos erupts everywhere and they desperately try to herd people toward exits without anyone getting trampled. They wave their arms frantically, trying to swat the insects away, but end up getting stung and these things -hurt-, with how large they are.     The sprinklers come on as Tim activates them, and it does actually knock them out of the air, although doesn't quite seem to kill them. Still, now they're easier to catch. Poor Sam Overland. He's probably not going to be getting another grant for a while... 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake will actually make sure to keep an eye on Mr. Overland in the future he may even offer him a grant, to try to make sure the young fellow learns to follow more safety procedures, we don't need another Swarm after all. He will look around watching to see if anyone seems to be going into shock allergic to the wasps and having gotten stunned. He tries to be the civilian hero if he can't be Red Robin right now. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     THe wasps are knocked out of the air, and Sparrowhawk is using abandoned glasses to keep them contained and marked where they are. The young heroine then stops, and begins to use her other pertinent skill on others:     "If there is ANYONE suffering alleries -- bring them here first!" she calls out, and she flexes her fingers. That unfamiliar feeling to others, her healing aura and powers, kicking in -- to help as many people as she can! 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers has total confidence that her team mates can deal with the chaos below, while she focuses on the sniper above. As he darts away she flies after him, attempting to tackle him to the ground and knock the rifle out of his hand too. And of course if successful, she'll use her super reflexes to try and catch the gun before it can go off again, "Not so fast!" 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Indeed, Kara is -much- faster than the man. No way he had any hope of escaping her. Well, at least he tried. He actually left the rifle behind, because it would only hinder his escape. Not that any of it mattered, anyway.     He is tackled to the floor, his eyes finally meeting hers. It is clear to her that he is just a normal human man. But despite that, he doesn't seem to actually be afraid of her. Instead, he just smirks up at her. "You weren't supposed to be here. But it doesn't matter...we'll get him, eventually. It's funny, Supergirl you know. You defending someone like Luthor. What with how xenophobic he is. I mean hell, he even -showed- some of it just now." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a brow, "Not supposed to be here? What's that supposed to mean?" she grabs him by the scruff of the neck, glaring up at him, "And who sent you to kill Lex and why?" he has a point, maybe, Lex is..Not entirely a good guy afterall, although she has yet to find evidence that he's exactly doing bad things. "That doesn't matter, whatever he's done, he doesn't deserve to be killed. No one has the right to lay judge, jury and executioner." 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     The would-be assassin scoffs. "I knew you would say that." As for who sent him? "All you need to know about them is that whatever you're planning on doing to me...what they will do if I spill is far worse." And that seems to be that. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers grits her teeth, knowing she probably won't get much more out of him, and she's above torturing him. "What a waste, you would really be willing to throw your life away just to end another?" she sighs, shaking her head and continues to drag him with her towards the main level, gliding slowly down towards where the chaos is. She'll look for security or a police officer abs hand over both the would be assassin and the gun. "Sir, this man tried to assassinate Lex Luther with this gun, which fired a missed bucket into the wasp exhibit. Arrest him and please keep me updated on any information he may have on who he's working for." she can't help but wonder if he might be behind the attack on herself as well. Hopefully the police are prone to listen to Supergirl. Superman makes it look so easy. 
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13563/That Longing Look

2021-06-27T06:39:10Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Venus is definitely not a place any Terran or even most sentient species would want to go. The atmosphere is toxic, the pressure is immense, and the heat is the most intense in the entire system. Volcanoes and lightning storms are everywhere on the surface. But if you are the sort who is immune to almost every physical force the universe can throw at you, none of that really matters.     Plus, there's a lot of yellow solar radiation here. A lot more than Earth, anyway. Presently, Lar and Kara are racing there, and have both reached the outer parts of the noxious atmosphere. They're kind of neck-and-neck at this point. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers has never been to Venus but she has studied its unique atmosphere quite intently. She was always a more advanced student here on earth anyway. As she races along, she ducks and dips into cloud masses, trying to find short cuts as they near the upper atmosphere of the beautiful yet deadly planet. "Soo how often have you visited this beautiful but deadly little flower?" she grins, happy to let loose for once, 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, I don't know, probably a handful of times." Lar replies as they race through the clouds of toxic gases. At least toxic to most things, anyway. It does feel good to cut loose, and not worry about the sonic booms that rip through the atmosphere as the two of them fly at top speed.     The surface is coming up to meet them quite quickly now, and there is a small crater where the Daxamite touches down, landing at the base of a slowly bubbling volcano. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers is glad that her costume is nigh indestructible as it would otherwise a melted tattered mess by now. She chuckles as she follows after him, although Supergirl doesn't seem to be entirely on top of her game tomorrow, a bit slower than usual, a bit less agile..She lands on the volcano a few minutes after him, panting just a bit. It's not often that she gets to push her limits like this, and the heat does feel fantastic. "Phew, this is great, I should come here more often..Even though we're like, the only living creatures on the planet!" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "That's the point." Lar replies, laughing. "Because wherever we go where there are other living things, we always have to be careful not to squish them, you know? But here, we don't have to worry about anything." He reaches down and picks up a boulder the size of a semi with one arm, lifting it above his head and floating a few feet into the air. "Catch!" He says with a grin, and throws it at her. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers blinks, darting back in time to catch the Boulder and smirks, "Heh, it's incredible to think that even here we have such fantastic powers..Powers that some of us take for granted." of course for herself, it's still fairly novel. Afterall, Kara was just a normal teenaged girl up,until four years ago which honestly, is nothing. She tosses the Boulder back at him, but tosses it under hand, not wanting to knock him out with a violent hurl Afterall. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The rock flies back toward Lar, and he hits it with a full-intensity laser blast, breaking it to pieces before it even gets close to him. "Anywhere near a blue or yellow star." he says. "Heh, don't think I've used that at full intensity in a while..." he admits, watching it crumble and fall to the roasting hot ground. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smirks, What, your daxamite friends don't keep your training up to par? Need to wrestle with a girl to find your full potential?" she teases as she scrambles to toss multiple rocks at him this time, "How about some tennis?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I...haven't seen any other Daxamites in a while, to be honest." Lar admits, sounding a little sad for a moment. He blasts some of the rocks to pieces with thermal vision, while batting others away.     "Maybe I do. Wait, you're not subtly disparaging your own gender are you?" he laughs. "You're just as strong as I am--we both know it."     With that, he charges at her, aiming to plow right into her and send them both tumbling down the volcanic slope. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smirks, shaking her head, "Nah, would never consider it. Just figured I'd toy with you, see if you could take on a badder, stronger girl!" she winks, just moments before he tackles her over the edge of the slope..Unfortunately her body chooses that precise moment to freeze up and her eyes widen as she head over heels over the edge. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The two of them tumble down, rolling over and over one another and cratering the ground as they went. Given they are already kind of falling, Lar doesn't notice the paralysis this time, and just laughs all the way down. It was almost like he was a child back on Daxam again, full of ignorant bliss.     They finally reach the bottom, their bodies in a heap with Lar on top of Kara. He pushes himself up, still laughing. "I dunno if 'badder' is the right word there. It doesn't quite fit you." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers flinches a bit as she hits the ground, ni it because it hurt really, but because that sudden paralysis that overtakes her is beyond frightenning.Her eyes widen in horror, her body twitching as she gasps to breathe. It's like that horrific sleep/wake sensation where your mind is awake but your body is frozen.. She stays there a moment or two, unmoving, then suddenly gasps in fear, struggling against him. "Lar!" she gasps out, a look of fear in her eyes. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar's eyes widen as he sees Kara is actually in distress. For a horrified second, he thought maybe he'd gone too far. But he scans her internals, seeing those odd little particles and trying to determine if they're doing anything specific...     "Kara! What's happening..." He pulls her off of the ground holding onto her. She probably needs some kind of nerve stimulant but with with the Legion cruiser back in Earth orbit those are a ways off. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' It takes a few minutes for her to stop struggling, to relax, her breath returning to normal. At least nothing new can be seen in her body, aside from the usual odd accumulation of those strange nanoparticles in her body. "Ugh..I'm okay, just..I guess I overreacted, I'm fine now.." she smiles smiles faintly, although, clutching onto him a bit more tightly than she should. "Maybe that's enough rough play...For now?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I...I'm sorry." Lar breathes out, sounding relieved that it seems the problem has passed. For now, anyway. He strokes her back comfortingly, knowing it is scary to lose control of your own body...he himself has been there.     "Yeah, sure." He lets go of her and flops onto the ground next to her, lying on his back and staring up at the sky as a lightning storm begins to rage between the noxious clouds above them. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers draws a deep breath, comforted by his words. And actions, smiling faintly, "Thanks for being there for me, Lar..Sometimes I feel, I dunno, like I'm all alone. Like everyone is in their own little world. Like I'm too weak to fight this..Whatever it is. I just.." she sighs, shakily as she stares skywards. "Wish things would go back to normal.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "You've always been there for me, Kara." Lar replies softly, frowning slightly up at the storm above. Wasn't Owen supposed to be there for her, especially now, when she needs him most? He'd thought the man to be kind, true, and loyal, but maybe something else had gotten in the way for him. Well, it was true that Terrans could never relate to her in the same way he or Kal could. Thinking of that brings back a familiar sinking feeling...he doesn't mention any of this to her, though.     He rolls over, holding himself over her again. "We -will- get this figured out. I promise. I just need to get a chance to talk to Brainy or Lyle, if they can't be here they can at least advise. I'm sure we have something on the cruiser." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers had hit things off rather well with Owen..Although she hadn't seen a lot of him as of late. Not that she had voiced any of her concerns - To Lar or anyone else. Surely Owen was just busy with work..,Or something. Besides she didn't want him to think that she was too..Needy, or..Or, finding excuses to spend more time with Lar, even if it did bring a smile to her face. "Yeah.." she sighs, relaxing a bit as she continues to stare skyward. At least she's relaxed a bit by now. "I know, guess I was just too impatient. But I'm sure I'll be fine.." there is perhaps the slightest hint of fear, sadness even, in her voice even so, though she does her best to hide it. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar smooths her hair over a little, running a hand through it. "We can't be sure of that until we have a solution." he says. "I'm not trying to quash your hopes, but there's nothing worse than false confidence or overconfidence."     He goes back to lying on his back, but moves closer to her, pushing up against her gently. He hears that sadness, like the way she looked earlier on the carousel at the mall. It tugs at him, he hates to see her like that. "You know, maybe we could be a secret." He can't say he hasn't entertained the idea before, this is just the first time he's said as much. "At least, until the right time. And maybe by then, if I've done everything right, they'll accept you." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles, "Yeah...I know, but..No sense in being negative right? Fake it til you make it..Is t that how the saying goes?" she chuckles, reassured by his closeness, familiarly bumping her hip against him playfully, "You know I don't like to get caught up in details.." she makes a face, "I mean, there's too much fear and sadness in the world already, you know?Im positive we'll find a way, and besides your last idea of confronting Lex seemed like a good one.." Kara does arch a quizzical brow at him as he talks of secrets. "Secret? What do you mean..?" She frowns softly, uncertain or perhaps wary of that line of thought. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, and who knows maybe he isn't guilty and maybe he'll actually help you. How's that for some optimistic, not negative thinking?" Lar says with a chuckle. "Don't ask me about Terran sayings, I'm even worse at them than you." he smirks, turning his head toward her.     He sighs at her last question. "I mean, they don't have to know we're together until the right time. Until I've already proven myself to be a good leader, and have gained their trust and respect. Then maybe I'll tell them, and maybe it won't change anything..."     He looks back to the sky. "At least we can go to places like these, where no one is looking over our shoulders." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles and nods, "I'd like to believe that there's always hope, no matter how grim things are..And soon as we finish our trip here, I'll be sure to pay him a visit." His other statement however, catches her totally off-guard, frowning a bit, even turning away a little as she tries to recollect her thoughts. It's true, she never really..' got over' him, as much as she tried to.. "Lar..." she sighs, "I thought we decided it was for the best that we don't see each other anymore. For your safety as well as mine.." though she seems sad, recalling how much fun they had at the mall. How close they had been.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I know, Kara." Lar sighs, lifting himself up a little and positioning himself over her again as he tries to gently turn her face back to meet his gaze. There it is, that sad, longing look again--as she thinks about how close they had been, and how she misses it as much as he does.     Now he just can't help himself. He lets himself down, brushing his lips gently against hers. "I just hate seeing you like that...with that longing look in your eyes. I...want you to be happy." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers frowns, weighing a bunch of things in her mind. "But..I *am* happy..Me and Owen, we.." she doesn't even remember the last time they hung out really..Could he ever truly understand her struggles..? She sighs, shaking her head but doesn't pull back as his lips brush against her's..For a moment savouring the touch, the bittersweet memory. "I know.." she shivers, just a bit. "I want you to be happy too.." her voice is a soft murmur as she regards him thoughtfully.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I thought you were too, but now I'm not so sure. The other day at the mall, and then just now...you just...looked so alone. You even said as much." Lar says, before standing up finally. "Why would you feel alone, Kara?" he questions, staring off into the distance for a moment. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers draws a deep breath, climbing to her feet to join him, staring out into the beautiful yet deadly noxious atmosphere of Venus. This place was a little sad too, as she had heard stories that it could have been thriving with life once, before some calamity turned it to a world of sulphurous gases and noxious fumes. "I...I suppose it's complicated. I thought we'd both be happier if we moved on..Owen seemed nice, although he kinda..Scared me with professions of love when we only just met..He's a sweet guy but lately..He hasn't returned my calls. Guess with this whole thing going on with my body I was just a little..Scared, and I didn't really know where to turn, except.." She glances at him thoughtfully, "That time in the mall, I haven't felt that happy since we..I know I shouldn't feel that way but even so, I had fun, it was enough to forget about my worries, just for a little while." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "And rightly so. It's even scarier, for us. To lose control like that." Lar frowns. "Maybe he's afraid you'll accidentally hurt him, but is also afraid of upsetting you if he tells you. I wouldn't blame him if so. I mean, if I were a Terran..." he trails off, then turns back to her.     "Kara..." His hand goes to the side of her face, cupping it gently. "I am afraid of keeping secrets from people, I'll be honest. But...I would do it, for you. I want you to be happy. If Owen can give you that, then hold onto it as hard as you can. But if not, then--" he sighs. "--then I'm willing to risk it. Just say the word." He leans in and kisses her lightly, then pulls away. "Good night, Kara. I'll always love you." Then he disappears into the clouds. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers frowns, shaking her head. "I dunno, I don't wanna hurt him, but it's too soon, and the way things are going, I don't know if I already ruined things. I just..Kinda miss him, but maybe he doesn't wanna see me anymore? I dunno..Just wish.." She sighs and shrugs, her eyes flitting closed briefly as he kisses her, pulling away too quickly as he leaves and she watches him go sadly. "Oh, Lar.." Kara reaches up to brush a tear away softly as she watches him leave, "I miss you too.," she murmurs as she watches him vanish over the horizon. 
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13554/Galactic and Other Affairs

2021-06-25T05:30:16Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers had hoped to follow up on checking out Lar's ship, maybe taking his advice and exploring the solar system some more too. But of course there were more immediate concerns like ensuring he was fully healed before rushing off into danger again. And if he did plan to rush off into danger then she hoped to be at his side. They may no longer be dating but she clearly still worries about him. As she flies out of earth's atmosphere, it's easy to spy the Legion cruiser, a ship she's maybe visited once briefly, and hopefully they will recognize her as an ally as she glides in towards what counts as a front door.. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The cruiser does recognize Kara as an ally, and as she approaches the airlock, it gives way to allow her inside. Lar is already on the bridge, looking through reports of Brood incursions.     When she arrives, he looks up as the airlock hisses open. "Kara." he says, his brows going up in surprise. "Haven't seen you up here in a while." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers steps through the airlock, peering around. Ah, it's been a long while since she dropped by for a visit. Spying Lar, she smiles and nods to him, stepping towards him, "Hey Lar, thought I'd take your advice and get out once in a while. It's so beautiful abandoned peaceful up here.." she sighs, peering through the windows at the space beyond. "Sooo how you doing since the Brood infection? I figured I should check in on you before you decided to rush off on another crazy adventure alone." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I'm doing fine." Lar says, going back to the terminal he was scrolling through. Although, an astute observer would be able to tell he is still a little bit pale looking. After all, he did just come back from literally the verge of death. "And what about you? Any stiffness lately?" he asks, concern in his tone. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a doubtful brow at him, coming over to peer in his eyes, "Hmm, you still look a bit pale..You we're close to death Afterall.." as for herself, Kara just shrugs and smiles, "A bit of stuffiness here and there but I have better days.." she chuckles, "Look at us, rearing to do heroics in spite of our Ian conditions. Guess we're both just..Desperate..? But I understand if you worry about your friends. I do too.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar frowns at the terminal. "That's -definitely- disturbing." he says, half to himself. "I'm starting to think the Guardians will need our help regardless of whether they ask for it."     He looks back up at her as she informs him that the stiffness hasn't gone away. "We need to figure out how to get those particles out of you." he says. "Ugh, I wish Querl or Lyle were here." They'd certainly be the ones to get that sort of problem handled quickly. "You said that armored man...thing...whatever, attacked you before?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers arches a brow, peering at the monitor, "What's up, get some new information?" she frowns a bit as she ponders, "I don't really know...I made a few calls but it's been hard getting ahold of anyone who can help. But, I'm sure it'll eventually go away on its own. It's not like there's a lot that can hurt me and they ruled out Kryptonite." she shrugs and nods, "Yeah..I fought him once before, couldn't see behind the visor, but the technology seemed fairly advanced." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "New reports of Brood activity, yes. Anything more drastic than what we've already seen thus far, not really. But overall, the scale of this is something I think they'll need extra muscle for." Lar answers.     "We can't be sure of that." Lar replies, shaking his head when she dismisses the problem. "Not until we know more about who attacked you. When and where did he attack previously? If we can gain an understanding of his motives, we can get one step closer to learning his identity. Or hers, whoever it is." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers frowns, "That's really not good. You think they'll need help? I mean the Shi'ar had quite a lot of ships out there..Even if we joined the fight, would it make a difference..?" she's carefully weighing her options, trying to decide the best course of action although honestly, she's not the greatest at this sort of thing. As for her own issues, Kara shrugs and sighs. "I know.lJust..I'm not sure how we can get more information on the armoured figure. He covers his tracks well and seems to always be one step ahead of me." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar nods. "I think they do. It's up to you whether you want to come with me or not, but I'm going." he says resolutely.     He finally moves away from the terminal, and comes to stand beside Kara. "If we take a look at each incident where he attacked, we might be able to figure out what his motives are. Then, once we know that, we might be able to draw him out. Get him to go somewhere -we- want him, on -our- terms instead of on his." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods, frowning.She doesn't like wandering into,intergalactic wars, but she doesn't like leaving Lar to do dangerous things on his own either. "Then I'll come with you, I'll check with the others if they wanna help too, but it might just be me. The others aren't used to space battles." and once she makes up her mind, it'll be hard to talk her out of it. "Soo..You think we should lure this guy out, but..How? Use..Myself, as bait?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I think it might be for the best, anyway. You're right, they aren't accustomed to space. And also, Terrans have enough to worry about on their own planet without having to concern themselves with galactic affairs. At least at this point in time, anyway. But as you know, it's different, with us."     As for luring out the mysterious armored man. "Well we have to find out what he wants, first. Think back to each time in the past where he's attacked you, there must be something they all have in common." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles faintly, "You're right..Except that I'm their leader, but.." she sighs, "I'm not gonna let you do this alone. So you're stuck with me one way or the other." she thinks that last bit over, frowning. "Hmm well..It almost seemed like he was..Testing me..?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar smiles, patting her arm. "Thank you, Kara. You see? This is what makes you so sprocking irresistible." he says with a chuckle.     "Testing you?" He looks pensive. "What do you mean, exactly? Like he wanted to see how strong you really were, in a physical sense? Or something else?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smirks, leaning into him a bit. "Dont you know it. Isn't that why we...?" she blinks, catching herself, shaking her head. Clearing her throat. "Anyway, we should focus on helping the Guardians against the Brood.Wouldn't want them to advance to earth Afterall." she frowns, thinking, "Well, he didn't seem to want to kill me outright. If he had krypton supplies, he could have easily killed me. But instead he knocked me around, almost..Toyed with me, then injected me with something. Why, to study me? To observe me maybe? Heck, maybe it's a tracking device, I dunno." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Hmm...good point. If he had kryptonite, he could have easily killed you with an ambush like that. But that clearly wasn't the goal." Lar frowns pensively, though he lets her lean into him, bringing his arm around her back. "Wait, that's it. There are only a few people on this planet who have that kind of unfettered access to kryptonite, right? So that would narrow down the possibilities significantly. Who do we know of? There's Batman and the JLA, us--the Legion, Lex Luthor, and maybe S.T.A.R. labs?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods slowly, "Yeah, it's kinda where I was going myself..Sooo what, STAR labs or Lex are the most likely suspects. I can't even imagine that even Batman would be so paranoid to target me, and STAR labs have been helpful in the past, Soo that just leaves Lex.Only..How do we prove that?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar nods. "That's probably the most likely scenario. According to the history I know, Lex wasn't exactly a fan of most aliens." An attitude he himself is rather familiar with, given most of his family and people have the same one. "I don't know if he's much different here, but if this is him then doesn't look like it. Hmm...we'd have to find a way to draw him out. Make him think you're vulnerable, and then somehow expose him." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers frowns, "Make myself appear vulnerable? I..Really really don't like that line of thought. Is that really the only way to do it?" she smiles, clenching her fists, "Id hate to give the wrong impression of myself Afterall.." but of course it makes perfect sense Afterall. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar chuckles, taking both her hands in his. "But Kara, that's -exactly- what you want to do. Give him the wrong impression of yourself so that he'll think he's chosen the perfect time the strike. He seems to like picking moments when he thinks you won't suspect a thing, like when we were at that charity run. Then, all we have to do is find a way to tear off the helmet. Or rip the head off of the robot if that's what it is. If it is just a machine, if we can take custody of it I'm sure we can trace it back LexCorp one way or another." he grins. "See? Foolproof." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles and nods slowly, "Soo, why don't I just march up to his door...And pretend to surrender? Wouldn't it be a bit more dignified than collapsing and looking like I can't fight back?" she gives his hands a squeeze, encouraged by his words. "Otherwise count me in, but..But can it really wait? Our friends in space could be in real trouble. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Hmm, maybe. That might just make him suspicious though." Lar replies. "We'd need to make it believeable somehow. Maybe you could ask him for his help with the paralysis issue, since he doesn't know you're suspicious he's the one who attacked you. You know, give him the whole spiel about how hard it has been to find someone who has the time to try figuring this out."     He lets go of her hands, pausing for a moment as he turns to look out the window into the void of space and the view of Earth below. "Yeah, you know what, I think we've done enough brainstorming for today." he smirks. "So you wanna go to Venus or what? Smash some rocks?" he suggests, making a fist with one hand and slapping it against his other palm. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers ooohs and nods, "That's brilliant..If he's innocent he might help me, especially after I helped repair his mall following that attack a while back. And if he's guilty, well then I'll know for sure and I can make my move." But he's right, that's enough hard thinking, time for a little fun. She grins, stepping up to the window to peer out at the vastness of space, searching for the bright yellow planet of Venus. "You're right, it'd be nice to explore Venus...Race ya?" uh oh, she's got the mischievous twinkle in her eye. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Exactly. Make sure you do it in public. Because he'll either have to oblige your request and say he'll help, or decline and damage his own reputation, especially after you helped him clean up LexMall. But my guess is he won't be able to pass up this opportunity to catch you off guard while offering to 'help'. But with a little tech from the 31st century, if he does show his true colors once he has you in away from the public eye, we'll have record of it."     He winks, moving toward the airlock then. "I think the Terrans have a saying. Something like 'the person who doesn't get to the destination first is like a rotting egg', right?" 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods again, "Right, that's a good idea. Get witnesses, middle of the day..Okay, I can do that.." she grins and narrows her eyes as she follows, getting ready to open the airlock, "Heh, makes no sense to me but, something like that." she winks at him, pressing the button to open the airlock and crouches a bit. "3...2...1..." 
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13531/The Burden of Leadership

2021-06-21T02:42:30Z

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|Location=Infirmary, Titans Tower
|Synopsis=Kara stays with Lar as he recovers from lead poisoning and a Brood infection.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     After a rather harrowing and chaotic adventure in deep space, Kara and presumably everyone who had come out with her on the Javelin return to Titans Tower on Earth with Lar in tow. And, perhaps surprisingly, Peter actually -didn't- wreck the JLA starship. Perhaps he's a good pilot after all.     It may come as somewhat of a relief as over the course of the trip back, Mon-El does seem to start coming back to his senses more. It seems the Shi'ar had been right, he was on the way to a recovery, if a bit of a long one. Well longer than usual, anyway. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl had watched over Lar during the trip back, and while there was no yellow sun out in deep space, as they neared earth, she was relieved as she felt her strength returning once more. Hopefully the sun would do good for Lar as well. She had carried him to the infirmary right away, setting up a little solar lamp on the table next to his bed,and also brought him some food to keep his strength up. While imprisonned, he probably wasn't fed. Much. Once all that's done, Kara clumps down in the chair next to him, yawning a bit. What an adventure. She can't help but wonder still, if they should have stayed out there to help the Guardians..But putting Lar in more trouble was out of the question, in his current situation. What's worse, is that her own mysterious symptoms were coming back, her arms and legs feeling suddenly painfully stiff, although she did her best to hide it, trying to absorb some heat from the solar lamp. Surely that would help her too? 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar had been drifting in and out of consciousness for most of the trip, but his vitals do seem to be stabilizing and more or less going back to nominal levels. The color is even starting to return to his face. A little bit, anyway. As Kara sets herself down by the solar lamp, he comes to again. Her presence immediately puts him at ease, and he takes in the rest of his surroundings calmly before sitting up against the wall the bed is positioned along.     He does notice her wincing, even if it's ever so slight. He frowns. "Hey, you okay?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl hugs her arms, trying to will them to move on their own. She seems rather stiff, and a troubled, almost frightened look crosses her face for a moment or two. But as Lar wakes up, she blinks slowly, relaxing. "Lar? You awake now? Uh...It's okay, it's nothing. Guess I'm just..Tired?" she smiles faintly, not wanting to worry him. He should focus on his own healing afterall. "Um..We're back on earth now. We're safe now.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar doesn't like the way she looked so insecure just now. Kara was usually confident, strong...if something was actually eating at her then it had to be -bad-. He reaches out and puts a hand on her shoulder, massaging it a little bit. But if she doesn't want to talk about it right now, he won't push her.     "Thank you," he says softly. "For putting yourself out there for me. You and..." he pauses, suddenly realizing he wasn't even sure who all had to been there besides her and Peter. "...Peter and uh, whoever else came."     "I guess I'll just have to put up with him calling me 'Prince Charming' after all." he says with a slight smirk. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl draws a shaky great, but relaxes a bit more at his touch. Eventually her limbs move on her own and she seems..Relieved. And also distracted. Right, gotta ficus in his own well being, she can worry about this later. "The guardians. Star-Lord, Rocket, oh, some giant blue guy named Gigas. Black Canary and Boomer also helped to rescue you. We nearly got attacked by brood ships after breaking you out of one, but then a Shi'ar cruiser found us and gave us safe passage. They also extracted the brood embryo from your body." She smiles, "Any time. It's not like I could have left my best friend out in space to get infected and tortured by Brood, right?" the Prince Charming reference does cause her to chuckle. "Hmm, wonder why he'd call you that.." indeed. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Because he's kind of a jerk?" Lar replies, chuckling because he is joking. Mostly. "But only kind of. He's a good man though, deep down. Even if I don't always agree with him."     He starts helping himself to the food she brought, but then he frowns as something occurs to him. "Everyone made it back, right? I mean, no one was hurt or anything?" Then his thoughts go to the overall threat of the Brood. "I...should probably be helping them repel the invasion. Brood coming out of their territory like this is not good news." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl smirks, "Orr maybe because you really do think you're Prince Charming.." she chuckles, "And I'll never forget it." She yawns and stretches a bit, pondering. "Hmm, well there were probably minor wounds obtained, though we all came out of it okay..Star-Lord may have a chip on his shoulder, and he's a bit reckless, but he's good at his job. He got us in, and got us out in one piece. Guess we were lucky to get picked up by a Shi'ar cruiser that Star-Lord already had business with.." As for assisting them, Supergirl sighs and bit, leaning back in her chair. "I was thinking the same thing, but..You were in bad shape, and none of us had substantial interstellar experience. We'd probably just get in the way..However, once you're recovered, I'll check in on them, see if they need back up.." But she still seems worried. "I just hope I made the right decision..All this leadership stuff is new to me." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Don't worry about it, this sort of thing is more my turf than yours." Lar says, shaking his head slightly as he finishes off the small meal and puts the tray aside. "Of course, if you still want to help, that would definitely be a welcomee thing I'm sure."     "I...I should be well enough to head out tomorrow." It doesn't really look that way right now, but of course he hates sitting here doing nothing while the Brood are pummeling planets and destroying ships full of potential innocents.     There's a pause, as he fixes his gaze on her. He's actually scanning her internals, trying to see if there is anything foreign in there, or anything that doesn't look right. Daxam is fairly well known for its advanced medicine, and having been to the future does help. "You're sure you're all right, Kara?" he asks, even as he searches for anomalies. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl blinks in surprise, "Wait, you wanna leave as soon as tomorrow? Isn't that a bit soon? You should..Rest up a bit more, take it easy.." honestly, she should take her own advice. And when Lar examines her internal organs, he may notice a weird concentration of some sort of tiny metallic particles gathered around her spinal cord primarily. She just shrugs, drawing a deep breath. "Umm, well..I'm not actually sure. A few weeks ago, I got attacked by that purple and green armoured being again, and he shot me with..Something, some sort of syringe with a kryptonite needle that injected something in me. I got checked out in the infirmary and they're not exactly sure what it is. Some sort of metallic particles, though they don't know what they'd do, if anything. They said it might clear up in a few weeks and I should check in for further tests but.." Kara smiles faintly, "I'm sure it's nothing. Been feeling a bit stiff at times but.." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar frowns even more deeply at this news, and the sight of the particles. That doesn't sound good at all. "Kara, it's not nothing. Whatever this is, it's affecting your nervous system, and that's bad news. It could lead to paraylsis, or even..." he pauses slightly, shaking his head. "...total loss of control. Trust me, I've been there--it's -not- a place you want to go. Not with how strong people like us are." he turns away, staring at the wall a moment as he recalls some of the harrowing things that happened to him recently. As bad as the Brood infection was, that had definitely been worse.     "Sometimes I question whether I should even be allowing myself to be around Terrans or anyone who can't take a punch or a laser beam at least once at all. Because what if something happens, and I lose control? I could never live with myself if..." he shakes his head again. "I'm sorry. You--you didn't need that." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl sighs and shakes her head, "I know, I know..I should take it easy, but..There's just so much stuff going on lately. First this armoured guy, then the black hoodie guy, and then you get captured by brood..Being a leader is hard work, and I didn't exactly ask for this job, but if I don't keep the Titans together , then who will?" His talk of losing control just makes her eyes widen in worry, blinking a couple of times. "Then, that's more reason for you to stick around..Just for a little bit? I mean, you're always out and about somewhere. At least if things go wrong, I know you can stop me if you stay close by?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Tell me about it." Lar sighs, looking back to her. "I don't exactly look forward to fixing the messes my parents made, and are still making...when I do have to take their place as leader of the Daxamite people. But like you said--if I don't, then who will?"     She does bring up a good point, he frowns a bit pensively. "That is a fair point. I'll check in with them. If they're really in a bind, maybe we can both go--that way if you do lose it, at least there's a good chance you'll be somewhere away from innocent humans and closer to people who can get the situation under control. Especially if Star-Lord has an alliance with the Imperium." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl hmms, "What are you so worried about? They removed the brood embryo so there's nothing to worry about, right?" she shrugs, "Hm, I think we should just stay out for a little longer? Besides The Guardians have our contact info if they need to get ahold of us again." 
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13445/Brood Invasion: The Second Rumor

2021-06-11T07:19:47Z

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|Date of Scene=2021/06/06
|Location=Shi'ar Imperium
|Synopsis=The Milano heads for a remote Shi'ar system to investigate a distress call... only to get ambushed by the Brood. Guest starring Lar, who becomes Brood chow. For now.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' Even with galactic affairs being what they are, rumors of a Brood raid still get the attention of anyone with any sort of sense. First, an asteroid outpost in Nova space had confirmed Brood drones... and Gigas promptly tossed another asteroid into it to vaporize the entire thing. Now... there's a distress call calling from a disabled Shi'ar vessel on the border between them and the Skrull... right next to a warzone between the Skrull and Kree. The Imperium has hired the Guardians of the Galaxy to investigate, lest one of their own vessels be considered hostile by the two warring Empires. Of course, being a general distress call... anyone can pick it up. Will they chance the Skrull-Kree war, though? There's no jump point nearby the planetary system of Krogola, so the Milano has had to warp in the old fashioned way. Coming out of warp speed at the very edge of the system, Peter starts to pilot the Milano over on the direction of the Shi'ar cruiser. "Rocket, did you check the cannons before we came out here?" Peter asks in a semi-serious tone as he focuses on piloting. The four planets and asteroid belt at the edge of the system providing plenty of sensor cover. 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:'''     There are times when Rocket would rather be flying, and going close to a war zone between two interstellar empires to answer a distress call of a third, equally powerful interstellar empire... that's one of those times. But then there's a certain joy in preparing the weaponry as well. Far as Rocket is concerned, any SAR mission is a CSAR. Especially when Brood are concerned.     "Ya think I'd let us fly all the way here without working weapons?" He's about neck deep in the wiring somewhere in the cockpit, half hidden under a console. There's a near constant shower of sparks as he's adjusting something yet again... "Don't worry, Quill. We got enough bang in those cannons to blow up a cruiser." Which, he wasn't shy in mentioning, had been his proposed solution to the distress call. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     A distress call is a distress call, massive warring empires or not. Lar happened to be about that sector and picked up on the signal on his own ship. As he approached the area, he noted the Milano's presence. It looked like Quill and his people were on the scene, so he wasn't sure if he should get involved or not. So he kind of hovers nearby, watching and waiting to learn more or see what might go down here. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' "If there's one thing I can count on you for Rocket, it's big guns to keep us intact." Peter quips back to Rocket as he steers the Milano towards the Neutron Hammer. The transponder is still broadcasting... so there's still power. It's just dead in space and there's no outward signs of power. Peter switches on the comm system, a general Shi'ar channel. "This is Star-Lord, aboard the Milano. I lead the Guardians of the Galaxy and have been hired to respond to your call. Anyone onboard, please respond." Silence. Not even static. Their comm system isn't even acknowledging the Milano. Then, he notices the newcomer. "Is that... the Legion? Rocket, get me a scan of that ship please, I'd love to know if we might have to run from it if we get into a fight." Then, Peter transmits a general hail to the Legion ship, requesting real time communication. Even as he speaks, the Milano is going full speed towards the Neutron Hammer... and rapidly closing in. It's at this point that Rocket gets a proximity beep on the console above him; something is MOVING out there almost right on top of them... and it isn't showing up on the Milano's scanners. Those are the potential boarder motion scanners. 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:'''     "Guns, mayhem, good looks... Place would fall apart me." Rocket agrees and closes the panel, and although he put in enough new wiring that it snaked across the floor while being installed, it all just fits when he's done. Like it just came out of the shipyard... how many of those surprises has he built into this ship by now? He's not expecting a response from the Shi'ar ship, not after the Brood rumor. "Ferget it, Quill. Whatever's left on board that ship ain't interested in talking to the exterminators."     Hold up, did Star-Lord just say 'Legion'?! Ah great... Jumping into his usual seat, Rocket fires up the sensors and gets a close reading of Lar's ship. "What is this, amateur hour? What are these clowns doing here? Tell 'em to get lost before they get hurt. Those drones don't need ships to..."     *Blip*     "Uhh... Quill?" Rocket looks from his console and then up out of the canopy, pointing. "We've got company." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar glances at the comms console as Quill hails him, patching it through. "Lar Gand of the Legion of Superheroes. I take it that's you aboard the Milano, Star-Lord?" he asks. "You and yours, anyway. Any idea what's going on out here?" He watches as the Guardians' ship hurtles headlong toward the Shi'ar vessel. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' Then, suddenly, power cuts off on the Milano. Or rather, there's an electromagnetic wave that sweeps the whole ship and disables power. A fact that Lar can visually see as the ships engines suddenly wink out and the Milano goes drifting. An ace pilot like Star-Lord wouldn't just turn off the engines like that... especially when the ship might go into a collision vector on the shi'ar ship. The sounds of drilling and plasma saws cutting into the hull can be heard... especially around the engine deck and the airlock. "Some sort of... stealth suits?" Peter stands up, his element guns coming out as he also turns on his helmet. "I've never heard of Brood having that sort of technology, but they're the only ones who would care to board." He looks to the dead consoles, before he looks to Rocket, his red eye lenses focusing on him, "We need to get power back up. Got anything to help us get to the engine?" 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:'''     As the power goes out, Rocket snarls. "Hey! I busted my hump getting all those systems to integrate, and I just got it all calibrated!" There's a series of clicks and what sounds suspiciously like a miniature generator coming online. Seems like Rocket took the EMP pulse personally, now suddenly festooned with weaponry and a small jet pack. "And I can hear you sawing back there!"     When Quill asks if Rocket has something to get them to the engines, the raccoon grins and unslings a blaster from his back. It grows, it extends, it seems to keep unfolding until it's nearly the size of its wielder. "Oh yeah..."     After a few moments, Rocket's helmet extends over his head and face, and the diminutive Rocket jumps up to kick the environmental controls, cycling the atmosphere out of the ship. Those boarders are about to find out that in his small size, Rocket contains enough anger to fuel a legion of berserkers. "On and through, no stopping." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Hmm..." Lar stares at the comms console when Peter doesn't respond. Come on, what kind of person calls and then just doesn't answer when you pick up? Quill seems the type to be a prankster, but this is a bit childish. But then the Milano goes dark and starts drifting. Okay, it wasn't mischief then. It seems they are in trouble.     So he exits the airlock, engaging the autopilot and approaches the disabled craft, looking for anything that needs to get punched or laser-blasted. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' As Lar's ship goes on autopilot and he leaves, two large ships come out from behind the nearest gas giant. It's a design never seen before... but the basics of it are clear; Brood.... and that's going right for Lar's ship at a steady pace. There are Brood ships out here, near the borders. This isn't just a raid, this is something more. This is further confirmed by the dozen or so Brood drones in some sort of space suits cutting their way into the Milano from the engine block and the airlock proper. Inside the Milano, Peter gestures to the corridor, "After you, pal." His element guns are readied, being much smaller and himself much taller. Seems Star-Lord is happy to support Rocket as they head for the engine block. Good thing too, because a slight rumbling can start to be felt throughout the ship briefly as the airlock is opened forcibly... and about six Brood get inside the ship before Lar can actually do anything about them. The others that aren't able to get inside quickly enough activate their thrusters, plasma cannons firing at Lar as they start 'flying' around him, trying to swarm him. 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:'''     It's not a good time to be a Brood drone. Taking on the Guardians of the Galaxy is risky business at best, and nigh on suicide if you only have one access point into the ship while facing Rocket and Star-Lord. A blizzard of well aimed shots precedes Rocket into the main corridor, floating down the access ladder on a burst of propellant from his jet pack. As he fires, he takes in the notable details. Positioning. Range. Disposition. Armament. Equipment. Even as the first shots zip towards the intruders, Rocket's enhanced mind has made up half a dozen different strategies to deal with this immediate problem, and the greater problem of drifting without power towards a ship several times the size of the Milano.     After the first salvo, Rocket shifts his aim and runs under the table, pelting aft at full tilt. "Try not to shoot the torso, Quill. They've got Quantum Capacitors, I'm gonna need them." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar can tell the Milano is on a collision course with that Shi'ar vessel, and that's not good. To make matters worse, it seems it is also covered with Brood drones. He'd heard the rumors, and it seems there is truth to them. As much as he usually gives most sentient creatures the benefit of the doubt, these he'd have no problems with simply swiping them away if necessary.     But right now the priority is preventing the Milano from getting its passengers killed. Namely, Peter and whoever else may be on board. He essentially ignores the attacking brood drones, simply zooming past them and putting himself in the ship's path. Reaching out, he sort of grabs the nose of the ship gently and pushes back against it, just enough to point it away from the larger vessel. Hopefully, Peter and Rocket can deal with the Brood that have boarded on their own--at least for now. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' The Milano is course adjusted easily enough by Lar. Unfortunately, this puts him in a position where he's a sitting duck as it were for the Brood troopers around him... and seeing their plasma weapons aren't having an effect, switch to these tiny pistol like devices... aim at him... and pull their triggers. He might even recognize what they are from accounts of them from previous Brood events: Psionic Oppressors. If they hit... agony. It's a world on fire in your mind, with every nerve going on fire as pain unlike anything one could have felt before lances through a sentient. It's concentrated torture in a red beam arc, and a dozen drones around him fire it right into Lar as he tries to keep the Milano from crashing while boarders make the Guardians of the Galaxy miserable. Inside... Rocket is having a blast! (see what I did there?) Fortunately for him, the Oppressors the troopers inside fire at him miss, since they were not expecting a jetpacking raccoon. Unfortunately, Peter, as he's dodging to one side, gets hit in the leg with one, and the scream of agony can be heard over the commlink as he gets behind cover. "OHGODTHATHURTS!" He breathes deeply as he tries to keep himself from blacking out, and starts firing his element guns down the corridor, icing up firing angles... or just the Oppressors themselves as he provides fire support, "Get the engines, I'll hold them here!" As Rocket heads down the corridor, he ices up behind the Raccoon, forcing the drones to deal with him first. That's gonna suck.... and then there's the rapidly approaching Brood cruisers... that are opening turrets on their sides. A green beam sweeps over the Legion transport once... and then the cruisers start firing at it, plasma turrets the size of skyscapers coming online. 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:'''     It's notoriously hard to hit a jetpack wearing raccoon, and even the most determined attacker can be forgiven for having poor aim when trying to shoot at a moving raccoon that's making the most of all the cover that's available only to small nimble creatures, while covered by a barrage or rapid pistol fire. Add to this that Rocket has no compunction about shooting any target that presents itself ... Suffice to say, Rocket makes his way down the corridor as the center of a very localised blizzard of concentrated violence, and is soon lost in junction to the engine room.     "Quill, I'mma need you ta hold 'em off me fer a while." he calls over the comms when he hears that yelp of pain, surveying the reactor and engines... both dead. EMP pulses are just the worst... "... 's a bit of a mess in here."     Pause     "More 'n usual, I mean." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Phew, the Milano is safe. At least for now. Unfortunately, Lar was never the stealthy type. Making himself a target usually isn't a problem, because he's usually the one able to tank better than anyone else. But with these types of weapons, he's just as vulnerable as anyone else. Quill thought getting hit in the leg once was bad?     Try getting hit by at least a dozen of those things on every part of your body.     The Daxamite doesn't even have energy left to scream--instead, his nervous system is completely overwhelmed by the pain and he simply blacks out from the shock, his body going limp and beginning to drift in whatever direction physics should dictate.     As for the Legion's ship, the AI detects that it is being attacked and puts up shields, but they won't last forever and it knows that, so it starts executing evasive maneuvers. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' It's not going much better inside the Milano either. Two drones peel off to try to begin opening a way towards Rocket, only to have Earthen sledgehammers knock them into the nearest wall... and then ice encase it. Rocket can easily feel the forces involved too. Peter isn't holding back with those element guns. There's gonna be a LOT of repairs needed after this. Still, Peter can handle them. Right? Right?! Outside, the Legion transport begins evasives... and that means the turrets start wildly firing as they try to track it. Without anyone onboard to stay their hand though, a half dozen Brood swarmers fly out of the hangar bays, to try to get better targeting on the transport. Meanwhile, the dozen drone troopers begin to fly in to pick up Lar. That close, he could probably pick up the excited chittering, if he weren't blacked out. 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:'''     Focus! Focus on the repairs at hand, and let the rest take care of itself. Being part of a team means not having to look over your shoulder constantly, and Rocket has to believe that Quill has this. Because if he doesn't, this is gonna be problematic. A further complication, of course, is that he's going to have to jump start the reactor. And restarting a fusion reaction without a precisely calibrated energy source?     You need Rocket brains for that.     It's literally Rocket science.     Slinging his blaster on his back, Rocket begins unbolting a series of access covers, using nothing but his own gauntleted hands. "Remember, Quill, don't shoot 'em in the chest. ... an' try not to put too many holes in the ship, will ya?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The ship takes some hits, and then starts gunning toward a cloud of debris not too far off. Abandoning its crew or passengers is a last resort, but if it gets destroyed it won't be much use to them anyway.     As for Lar, he doesn't wake up, and the drones are free to take him and attempt whatever it is they have planned... 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' Another couple massive hits, and then everything goes silent... before there's a rather harsh metal on metal sound that vibrates the ship. "I just closed the bridge bulkhead and sealed up the other side with ice. I can keep them busy with some grenades, but without power, I have no way of knowing if there are more out there." Indeed, two drones start taking Lar away, towards the cruisers... and the cruisers themselves split up. One goes towards the transport, accelerating to go after it. The other remains on station near the Milano. "Rocket, why the frick do you need Quantum things?" 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:'''     The response, when it comes, has a certain echoing quality, as if Rocket is quite deep inside something and can't spare the time to dig himself out to use the comms. "If you've got any better ideas on how to restart a regulated fusion reaction and channel energetic plasma to the engines without time for a full on calibration an' a fully fitted dry dock, I'm open to frickin' suggestions, Quill."     Something slams shut, followed by the very distinct sound of a power cable slithering along the decking. It's surprising how good the crew of the Milano might be at picking out that particular sound... "D'you want the Quantum capacitors to pop or the whole drive assembly? 'cause that's the options we've got right now. Now, if you'll excuuuuuuuuse me, I'm a bit busy building a whole new power converter module from spare parts." Because, clearly, Star-Lord doesn't have problems of his own... 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The smaller Legion craft enters a small asteroid field, introducing a lot of obstacles for the larger Brood cruiser to deal with. This will make finding it much more difficult, much less hitting it. It scans, and scans, and locates a rock with a lot of holes in it. It then flies toward a hole that by the scan data will just barely fit the craft. Yeah that's probably Brainy's algorithms talking. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' Lots of rocks, and no transport in sight? There's a simple solution to that: Bombardment. The cruiser suddenly opens up, the bio-organic hull coming alive as technological and organic weaponry both begin to shoot into the asteroid field. Artillery begins to systematically detonate all across space as the transport hides... Unfortunately, this attracts the attention of a Skrull battleship, who does a micro-warp jump over to the other side of the field... and seeing the origin of the bombardment, begins to fire at it, without warning. Soon, the Brood cruiser and the Skrull battleship are locked in direct combat... and the second Brood cruiser starts accelerating to assist it's partner, with just enough time for Lar to be brought aboard. In the Milano, a nunber of Brood drones are knocked out by Peter's work... but more are already trying to come in through the airlock. Keyword trying, since Peter keeps icing up that corridor as they come. This is a lot more difficult than it looks when you can''t just incinerate people! "If you need these things, get them soon. We have more company and I'm barely keeping them all contained." *BOOM* "Ok, that hole was worth it." 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:'''     You can't rush genius. It takes time, it takes effort, it takes patience. A virtue which Rocket possesses in very limited quantity. And, as it turns out, you can absolutely rush 'good enough'. The armature isn't pretty, it's probably not even safe, but it's functional. Most importantly, it's hooked up and ready now.     "Sheesh, Quill, the way you're goin' on, it's almost like there's..." and as Rocket comes around the corner, he sees that there is, in fact, an entire boarding party being held off but just his half-human team mate. "... Oh."     Ignoring the damage to the ship, for now, Rocket scuttles over to the fallen Brood drones and starts to rip components of their armored carapace, pausing only to chuck a grenade almost absent-mindedly over to Star-Lord. "Here. An' try not to blow up the whole ship with it."     Then he scuttles off again, to insert the capacitors into the armature currently attached to the reactor. "You might wanna hold on t' sumthin' in about... ooh, ten seconds or so." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Better nuke it from orbit, just to be sure. The blanket artillery fire blows up quite a few rocks, but given they don't know where the ship went and this is space we are talking about, they miss the mark. The Legion vessel stays where it is, even as the Skrulls open fire on the Brood, providing the perfect distraction.     Now, it focuses on attempting to scan for and locate its crew, which for now only consisted of Lar. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' "If you gas us all again, I'm docking your pay for a month." Peter gripes, before he closes the bulkhead on the bridge completely and buckles into the helm. "I'm strapped in, get to it. I think I see a couple Brood ships out there." There's a pause, before he sighs, "Yep, those are Brood ships." As Rocket comes back up, the Brood try to fire those Oppressors at him... only for the ice to block the signal, thankfully. Still, others are firing plasma into the ice walls around him, and they won't hold for long without Peter to maintain them. The Legion Transport can find no sign of him, but sensors recorded him being taken into the assisting cruiser by Brood drone troopers. Meanwhile, the space combat around it intensifies, as the cruisers begin to use the large asteroids as fire from the battleship turrets as they begin to withdraw. In fact, the Brood drones inside the ship suddenly withdraw through the airlock in front of Rocket's eyes, leaving the current crew of two alone on the ship. For now. "Rocket, I'm hearing a lack of plasma guns out there." 

:'''{{#var:155|Rocket (155)}} has posed:'''     Quantum Capacitor after Quantum Capacitor is slotted in, and Rocket waits with two sparking wires in his hands, one of which seems to be snaking out of his half-disassembled jet pack, the other... oh horror upon horror, out of his blaster rifle. But then he needed two power cores in a hurry, and those were the only ones available. The ice chips and cracks, but still he stands there, waiting until Star-Lord confirms he's in the pilot's seat. "When I give the mark, vector us..."     And then he goes silent. Eerily silent. Just at the moment as those plasma guns go silent too. "... Hey Quill, did sumthin' just happen out there? 'cause these drones just ran off like they owed us units."     At which point he forgets all about the 'on my mark' thing, and connects the two wires together. The jolt jumpstarts the reactor, which goes prompt critical and ignites the fusion reaction.     Raw power flows through the conduits, is shunted through a makeshift power coupler into a set of cables nowhere near rated for that kind of throughput, and then into the new power coupler assembly. The Quantum Capacitors hum as they charge.     After only a few moments, while the power is leaving the coupler to the ship's systems, the capacitors glow... and with a series of small explosions, burst apart.     Shrapnel fills the engine bay just as the power reaches the drive, and the Milano is propelled at full throttle. Anything not nailed down or strapped in goes flying.     "Frick'..."     Which includes Rocket. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Okay so no live location but evidence enough of where he went. But the AI isn't advanced enough to go on a rescue mission on its own without any crew(Brainy's good but not -that- good). So once the Brood vessels appear to be good and distracted with their fight against the Skrull fleet, it transmits an SOS message to the nearest ship registered as an 'ally'. Which happens to be the Milano. Yes, despite how annoying Lar often found Quill and his friends to be. The message contains the sensor data it collected on Lar's last known locaton and movements into one of the Brood ships. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' Unfortunately, once that sort of power is transferred through the ship, Peter has no choice but to ride the power boost out of the area. Which makes it less suicide, and more 'bumpy ride'. With no jump point to take the surge, the ship takes yet more damage.... and it's halfway through this that the comm system comes online and the SOS pops up on screen. "You have got to be kidding. I need to go pull his chestnuts out of prison /again/?!" 
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13378/The Ones Closest to Us...

2021-06-08T06:03:23Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     The 29th Precinct in Manhattan is a busy place as usual, with officers, other station staff, and all sorts of people hurrying about their business, whatever it may be. There's always something interesting going on here in the Big Apple.     Tonight, a certain Detective Justin Barclay is going over case files, waiting and hoping that some meta or mutant or alien or -some- kind of hero type would come to his aid. He's been on this for a while, trying to convince his colleagues that there's some kind of connection. But no one seems to want to believe him. Either that, or they just don't think it's worth investigating. Still, he just has a feeling, and it unsettles him.     So far though, he hasn't seen anyone. Sigh. Maybe he should have known they'd all be too busy to bother with this. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl had heard the stories of mysterious murders hitting New York City as of lately, and given all the recent activity of violent, paranoid metas lately, it is likely possible that there is some connection..Or there might not be. Either way, it's something to check out. And so, she has called in some of her people best suited to the job to join her at the precinct. With any luck, Sparrowhawk and Red Robin will be joining her real soon as she steps up to the front door in full costume. Yeah, she sticks out like a sore thumb, when when has she not? 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Tim Drake has told Phoebe about it, and hearing Kara was going to investigate, he suggest they go along with her. He is working on teaching Sparrowhawk the whole appearing thing, and is working with her, seeing just how close they can get to Supergirl before she realizes they are there. He knows it will not be as close as normal folks, but it is good practice. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     Some people are holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night.     The gray-clad young woman follows behind Robin, her hood up and over her hair, hiding her face in shadow as she moves.     And it's very good practice, in spite of the fact that her heart is beating out of her chest! 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Detective Barclay was just about to gather up his things and head home, disappointed. But just as he was heading out, he spots none other than Supergirl headed into the precinct. And...are those the other Titans?     He's so shocked that he nearly runs into the Kryptonian. "Supergirl!" he exclaims, pleased. "I was just beginning to think you weren't going to show." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl smiles as she opens the door and spots Detective Barclay. Her team mates may be good at the sneaky thing and they miiight have almost surprised her if her super senses hadnt alerted her to their presence at the last moment.. "Hey, Detective Barclay, I came as soon as I could..Hmm, looks like my friends are here too." She smiles, looking around, "sorry I'm late, care to fill me in on the details of what's going on?" To Tim and Phoebe she nods. "Hey guys, thanks for coming." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin nods his head a bit to this. Time listens to the conversation but is keeping his eyes moving, at least at first. He gets the lay of the room, and where everything is. This is not his home field, so he keeps even more alert than normal. 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     Sparrowhawk, on the other hand, listens intently to the detective. Her eyes do flick about the room, her cape resting over her shoulders as she simply gives a placid smile to Supergirl, and a brief nod.     She marks exits, entrances, and windows. Can't ever be too careful with who might be hanging on the rooftops, after all. 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     "No problem, no problem." Barclay says pleasantly. The tall African-American man is dressed in a grey business casual shirt and slacks. "Red Robin and Sparrowhawk, right?" he asks, nodding toward Supergirl's companions.     As she asks for details, he nods quickly. "Yes, yes of course. Please, follow me." He'd turn and start through the lobby, taking them past security check points that led into the office area in the back. One of them is his and he invites them in. It's a fairly modest space, with a single desk and a few chairs about, file cabinets, shelves, and picture frames on the walls. He sits down at his desk, inviting them to have a seat as well. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl nods, also taking in the police office. She's not exactly as paranoid as her companions, but go figure, if they hang out with Batman a lot, she shouldn't be surprised. She nods and follows the detective to his office, probably getting more than a few glances from the other police officers. It's not often that one is visited by well known super heroes afterall. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin will leave the chairs to the ladies, as he stands against the wall listening to the man's words. He stands stoically much like the Bat who taught him. subvocally he will tell Sparrowhawk "Have a seat you get to be the reassuring one." 

:'''{{#var:9450|Phoebe Beacon (9450)}} has posed:'''     Sparrowhawk follows the proper Titans in, and she pauses a moment as she looks with mild curiosity about the office, before sitting down. She sits up primly, attentive to Barclay, her hands folding in her lap with surprising daintiness from a hero from Gotham. 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Supergirl does get a few glances--after all, she is a well-known name around here. Some of them are as surprised as Barclay himself that she'd made a showing. One of them even asks her for an autograph along the way. "My daughter loves you!" the woman tells her.     "Thanks for being willing to listen." Barclay says once he's settled in at his desk, setting his things back down. "It all started at ESU a few years ago. A break-in to the server room at the Bursar's Office. Someone came in, and hacked student records. They were...-very- prepared. Enough to know that this wasn't just some petty criminal looking for something interesting to do. The virus was extremely advanced, like nothing we've ever seen here before. We still haven't even managed to find out what exactly they took or which student's information they were after." he exhales briefly. "But, after recent events, we have an...idea. Shortly after the break-in, this kid went missing." he puts a folder on to the desk in front of them, containg a profile of one 19-yr-old Joseph Wilson, a freshman at the time. "But, at the time no one really thought much of it, since he did come back apparently unscathed after a couple of weeks. Then the murders started, at a party at some frat house. It was..." he shakes his head. "They all started killing each other. The only thing all the victims had in common, is they are all connected to the host of that party where the killings started, a Fredrick Thomas." Thomas' profile is also in that folder--he seems to be the typical college frat boy. Likes to party and drink, into sports and such.     He exhales slightly and shakes his head. "There's been a few more odd cases like these recently. Every time, someone is killed by a close friend or family member--someone they should have trusted. And every time, none of the suspects appear to have any memory of what happened." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl smiles warmly at the mother, and nods, pulling out a pen. "Sure, no problem!" And she actually takes the time to sign her page with a little message about believing in your dreams! or something sappy like that. She gives the lady a little wave before catching up with the others, sliding into the room, taking a seat and listening in tently to Barclay's story..To be fair, Supergirl never really had a very long attention span. Good thing she brought Phoebe and Tim along to deal with all the heavy brain power stuff. All the same, she tries to figure out the puzzle as she peers at the files on the table. "Waait...Sooo, someone hacked into student files, and possibly selected certain students to kill..Students connected to this..Fred Thomas person? But why? That's just..." she shakes her head, drawing in a deep breath. Supergirl is used to happy endings, light hearted stuff, saving the day..not brutal murders. She shivers at the thought. "Soo what, some sorta mind control? A mutant psychic perhaps?" She peers at the Joseph Wilson picture. "I wonder if this guy had some grudge against this Fred guy and wanted to punish him..I dunno.." Of course, shes' just shooting out thoughts as they come, hoping Phoebe or Tim's superior detective skills will come to the rescue. Just point her to the baddies and she can start doing superheroics! Those two are better at all the heavy thinking. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red Robin holds his hand out for the file to look at it "Possible, this Joseph fellow was kidnapped, and somehow forced to be part of the murders, or be look out or just give information on the others. Does he have any connections to Mr. Thomas?" He will ask, He does, flip a cover on his gauntlet typing a few things. He does not bring up the connection to Deathstroke at least not in front of the detective. "I would like a look at the computers that were effected as well." He says as he brings up his own records on the people involved. 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     The lady's eyes brighten as Kara signs the little book she'd presented. "Oh, thank you so much! She'll be so happy!" Then she hurries off home to bring the surprise to her kid.     "That's what I figure it must be. Some sort of psychological power." Barclay says, nodding at Kara. He also nods at Tim's suspicion. "That's what I suspected. No, Wilson doesn't appear to have any connections to Thomas. That's the one reason everyone around here seems to keep telling me every time I bring up the idea that there's something--or someone--bigger at play here."     Tim's searches wouldn't reveal much of anything out of the ordinary on the people involved. The ones killed at the party were the typical college party animals. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl hmms. "Orr, if it's like the other kids we've dealt with that were connected to the Black hoodie guy, he could have been feeding him with bouts of paranoia and forced him to act out?" she shrugs. "Assuming there's even a connection there, who knows?" Although, there are other possibilities. "Hmm, so what do we know about Mr. Thomas, and Mr. Wilson? They have any criminal record or history of mental instability? Would this Wilson guy have any real motive? How about Thomas? I mean, I'm not even sure which one of them we should be more worried about..A hacker, a party host..Hm.." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red will turn to the side looking down at the folder. He makes sure the detective can not see his lips, as he seems to be muttering softly yo himself. "Wilson is Deathstroke's son." He keeps this so it sounds like a mutter to normal folks, but should be clear to someone with superhearing. He hmms a bit and says "When the computers were broken into was there a physical examination of the insides of the computers as well as a data examination?" 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Barclay arches a brow at Kara when she mentions a 'black hoodie' guy. "And who is this 'black hoodie' guy you're talking about? What's he got to do with feeding paranoia?" He shakes his head a bit. "I don't know if Wilson is a hacker or not. He was the one who went missing after the hacking, we still havn't been able to identify who the hacker was, all we know is they executed an incredibly clean job. As for criminal records or mental instability, nothing that appears serious."     The man doesn't seem to have heard what Tim muttered, and he doesn't try to pry. If there's something they'd rather he didn't know about, that's fine with him. He trusts them. "Hmm...the data was examined, yes. But whatever virus they used left no identifiable trace of itself. Not everyone is even convinced that was connected to the murders at all. But I don't think a physical examination was conducted, no." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl blinks slowly at Tim's admission, a bit surprised. She knows about Deathstroke. She didn't know he had a son. Or what it means. But clearly, they will have to have a private talk about this at a late time. She glances back at Barclay and shrugs. "Hm, we're not entirely sure, but..He was seen twice now, in the general vicinity of a metapowered individual or individuals, right before they went berserk and started attacking people. We're still investigating, but I think it's safe to say this black hoodie guy is targetting metas, feeding on their fears and paranoias. "Okaay, soo we need to find this Wilson guy. Does he have any family we can talk to?" 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red hmms and says "Anything left internal on the machines will probably be gone by now." He will still check after they leave here on his own, you can never skip something. "Can I get a copy of the full details on each murder, crime scene pictures, interviews of people, the whole nine yards." He asks the detective. 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Barclay frowns pensively at Kara's description of the mysterious individual. "Huh. That is concerning, but we can't be sure if it's connected or not at this time. Wilson's family--both military. Father is retired and mother is deceased. Wilson himself is still at ESU, you could attempt to contact him."     He nods at Red. "Of course. Just tell me where to send them. I'll get you the details on every case that I suspect may be connected." 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl hmms, "ESU? Okay, that's a good starting point. Guess he's acting like he's got nothing to hide, huh? But if he IS some sorta meta..Better to send in people who can protect themselves again him." 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red gives an adress to a PO Box, that will get it routed through a good dozen other ones, and makes sure he picks it up before the last one. "I have an in to ESU, I will talk to him, he has been there a year or two now, so might be able to give me some information." He makes plans to talk to Conner see if he has heard anything weird. 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Barclay sighs. "Well, no one's yet managed to draw a clear line of connection between him and the murders, as much as I've tried to convince my superiors, no one believes me." he admits, shaking his head. "Or they just tell me it's out of our league because metas are such an unknown quantity. That's why I asked you folks to help. I was beginning to think nothing would come of it, but then you guys showed up." he smiles, nodding as he takes down the address to the PO box Tim gives him. "Thanks again for being willing to do this. If you have any further questions, just let me know." The detective reaches into his pocket and hands a business card to each of them. 

:'''{{#var:55|Supergirl (55)}} has posed:''' Supergirl takes the business card and nods. "Right, we'll do our best. Thanks for bringing this to our attention. We may be barking up the wrong tree, this may not be the guy..Could be a coincidence..All the same, it might not be. Only one way to find out. We'll keep in touch if we learn anything new." she nods to Phoebe and Tim as she says that. 

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:''' Red takes the card, and says "We will look into it, no promises, but if there is something to be found we will find it." He offers to the man. He considers doing the whole disappearing when he looks away but willw ait till he and Sparrowhawk are lead out not doing the mysterious thing right now. 

:'''{{#var:1020|Jericho (1020)}} has posed:'''     Barclay stands up and walks them out of the precinct, shaking each of their hands before he parts ways with them. "Thank you so much again. I look forward to hearing from you." Then he makes his way to his car and heads home. 
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13433/Moving Forward

2021-06-04T16:50:12Z

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|Location=Roof, Titans Tower
|Synopsis=Lar, Kara, and Owen discuss some of the pain in each of their pasts.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     It looks like Lar will be seeing Kara on the roof of Titans Tower again. He had texted her earlier, asking if they could talk. Now he's waiting for her in the picnic area near the pool, getting restless and wondering if this had been a good idea after all.     He didn't want to create unnecessary tension in her life...but he also missed her terribly. As in missed the times they'd spent with each other, just the two of them commiserating over being strangers on a foreign planet, or sparring or having ice cream or...having a class on how to fold tissue paper without destroying it.     Sometimes he wonders if she's still somewhat upset at him, deep down. But anyway, it's too late to bail out now. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers is a little late in arriving, even with the super speed and flight and all that. And it's not like she overslept or anything either. Rather, it was a last minute emergency at work where 'emergency' has become a household name with her Devil Wears Prada lookalike boss who made her stay back extra late today Soo when she arrives, she's still in her mild mannered Kara Danvers attire consisting of a white slightly too oversized blouse and black knee length skirt and pantyhose, hair pulled back into a ponytail and glasses resting on her nose. But at least she came right? Even if she's a bit late? "Hey, Lar! Sorry I'm late! Work shenanigans!" she waves and hurries to join him once she sees him. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar pats the seat next to him at the picnic table he's sitting at when she comes over, his eyes fixed on her. It's...been a while since he's seen her in her work attire. Well it has been a while, in general. Not counting last week, anyway.     "I mean you didn't think I'd condemn you for keeping your priorities straight, did you?" he replies, a bit teasingly. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers is glad she didn't wear her tacky tweed jacket at least..Not that she couldn't survive some pretty extreme temperatures as it is, but extreme heat isn't particularly comfortable all the same. "Well, you know me, gotta take care of the little things first, right?" she smiles and nods, settling down on the bench across from him. "How've you been, Lar? It's really been a while." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Getting off his shift at the Movie Theater, Boomer changed his clothes, doing what he could to get the smell of popcorn off his face. Seriously, it was like the air was different. They didn't have a shower on sight, but he made liberal use of the employee toilet sink, stripping down to his trousers so he could wash his upper body, getting the smell and grease and whatever else was in the air off his skin as best he could. Then he re-applied deodorant, cologne, and re-dressed in his civvies. For most people, that would mean a long walk to the subway station, and a then a connection to a bus, and then another... and so on. But for Captain Boomerang, who had recently discovered the advantages of less than standard transit, made a bee-line to the bus, catching it while it was in motion, but he held onto the back, rather than being part of it. He was letting the bus move him along on his skateboard while he caught his breath. He would repeat it, short busts of speed followed by quick rests while holding onto a moving object, until he had made his way towards Titans Tower. Although not a member, he had been put on the regular guest list with the computer system, and Kara had mentioned going there after work. A few minutes later and he would be at the top of the building, stepping out of the elevator, seeing Kara and Lar sitting at a picnic table. "Hey guys," he would say, as he walked over to the vending machine near the pool, putting in some coins and getting himself a Dr. Pepper, "would either of you like something?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar watches Kara as she sits down across from him. There is a pause, his gaze on her face, before he finally nods. "Yes, it has been. I wouldn't have been away from Earth for that long if the rest of the galaxy would just keep itself in order." he says with a slight smirk. "But you know how it is." he shrugs. "I guess I've been all right. I...almost forgot how much I've missed you. Almost."     When Owen comes up and greets them, he looks up at the Terran. "Hey Owen. How've you been? Thanks for the offer, but I think I'm all right." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles and shrugs, "Yeah, I know, time sure can be funny that way. Especially when you're out in space, you tend to lose track of time..I guess I can see the appeal of flying around in a spaceship, exploring the galaxies like that Star-Lord guy and his crew do.." She shrugs, "I guess the more power you have, the more responsibilities you bear too..I hope your family aren't giving you anymore grief?" Kara does seem a little distracted though, as she spots a familiar figure making for the vending machine, which causes her to break out into a smile. "Hey Owen, how's it going? Mind grabbing me a ginger ale while you're at it? I'll pay you back, promise!" 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "No worries, Lar, though, you should try an Earth soft drink. We have a wide variety of flavors. They have candy bars and potato chips," the last part sounding forced, as the Aussie wanted to call them crisps, but he knew that would confuse at least one of the aliens. He would get a Ginger Ale for Kara as requested, not expecting or caring if she got him back for it. It wasn't like the Titans were trying to make money. This was just to pay for the stuff they stocked. So the prices were very reasonable. He would also get a packet of barbecue potato chips. Then head on over to the picnic table bench, and take a seat on one of the available spots. Having heard the last bit, he would chime in, "even if they are giving you grief, you have to remember how different it'd be if they were gone, like mine and Kara's." He was trying to cheer up Lar. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I've...had them before." Lar replies to the comment about soft drinks as Owen makes his way over and sits down. "I can see why you Terrans enjoy them." Lots of sugar, but not very healthy. However he doesn't comment about that second part, especially since it doesn't really matter to either himself or Kara.     And then the topic of his family comes up, and he sighs heavily. Not the greatest segue into the matter he had been wanting to discuss with Kara. But he supposes it works. "Not recently, unless you can count my brother trying to murder Quill and requiring me to stop him." Yes, Kory's boyfriend Quill. "But I guess that's technically them giving -him- grief and not me directly."     Then a brow goes up at Owen's comment, and he scoffs slightly. "Yes, I suppose you're right, it would have been different, without them. The ones who tried to kill my friends--including Kara--multiple times, and raised me to hate everyone not from Daxam and especially Kryptonians. Which I -still- would, if I hadn't met Kara." he says, his gaze going back to her.     "Speaking of Krypton, I've always wanted to ask you about this, Kara...what exactly happened? I know it's not an easy thing to talk about. But I was always taught that Kryptonians were too cowardly and selfish to do what they knew had to be done. And I believed it until I met you. Of course, I read history books much later, but it's not the same as hearing it from the source." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles and nods to Owen, taking the drink and cracking it open, taking a long chug. "Ahh, sugary goodness with a pop! Can't say no to that!" she grins. Although that smile is slowly starting to fade a bit as the conversation gets more serious. "Peter Quill? Oh...Geez.." she sighs and shakes her head. "I'm sorry Lar, they seem to be giving you so much trouble. Even now. I mean..Why can't they just leave you alone, let you live your own life, away from their influence?" She bites her lip as mention is made of the traumatizing event that had happened a few years ago, but is still fresh in her mind, shaking her head and drawing in a deep breath. "Well, I'm glad you're not like them.." Ahh and there it is. Talk of her own doomed planet. She just shrugs, not really wanting to remember. "Not much to say really, unstable sun, planet go boom. My parents and Kal's tried to warn them, but they wouldn't listen. Kal and I were lucky to escape." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' Owen's metabolism enabled him to deal with the sugar without incident. So it was just rotting his teeth and the other assorted negative effects, but long term health problems were a small price to pay for a short term sweet tooth, or so the majority of the human race seemed to think. He would offer the bag of potato chips to Kara, in case she wanted some, then Lar, in case he wanted some, if there were any left after that, he'd have one himself. A lot of the time people say they don't want, but borrow from others. Next he cracked the lid on his Dr. Pepper, and took a nice long sip. It tasted so good against his tongue. Sensing family was a sore spot, Owen did his best not to dwell on the subject of family. It was an issue for him as well, though his being the absence of one. Though he couldn't help but ask, "hmm, are you sure that Quill didn't do something to warrant an attempted murder?" "So, how come Daxamites hate Kryptonians?" He had recently looked up some information on the Outsiders computer, which got a lot of its Intel from the Batman computer, which in turn was linked with the Justice League, and... it was quite detailed. "Aren't sectors 1760 and 2813 pretty far apart? Isn't the universe big enough for the both of them?" A lot of what he read made little to no sense to him. There were so many subfiles. And for all he knew, the information in those various databanks was inaccurate. Space wasn't exactly his forte. With Kara biting her lip at the mention of Krypton, he would bring a comforting arm around. "If your parents Lar really are that way, I'm glad you're not. And Kara, I can't say how sorry I am. I could never have any frame of reference. But, you have friends here. We'll always be here for you." His hand rubbed, hoping it would sooth some small part of the pain she must be going through at the memories popping up. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar sighs at the question of why his family can't just leave him alone. "Because they elected me as heir." And it was also why he couldn't--well, why he'd decided he couldn't-- be with Kara. As much as he loved her. "And our people are expecting me to lead them eventually."     He doesn't pay much attention to the potato chips getting offered, his attention focused on Kara. "I would be just like them, Kara. If it hadn't been for you." he says softly. "They blamed it all on Kryptonians, you know that. The fact they can't go home. I kept trying to tell them that things would turn out okay eventually, that the surface would recover, but no one believes that I've been to the future." Not that it was an easy thing to believe.     His brows go up when Kara doesn't seem to have much to say, despite how much must have happened. How complicated it had to have been. He exhales sharply. "But--why do people like Dru Zod say that your family was to blame?" He asks, alluding to a conversation they'd once had with the general. Well, an argument, more like. "Surely, there has to be more to it. You didn't feel like...they could have saved more people if they hadn't been so focused on their own children?" Not that he's trying to villify them, but his parents had done a similar thing, and it always ate at him.     Another long and drawn-out sigh at Owen's question. "Daxam was one of Krypton's earliest colony worlds, as it was the nearest planet habitable by Kryptonians. Same system, even. When Krypton was destroyed, the debris and fallout from the explosion caused considerable damage to my home, rendering the surface uninhabitable. At least for a while." And Quill? He groans at that. "I never said he didn't do anything to warrant the rage. He slaughtered many vulnerable Daxamites on the edge of Nova Corps space a while back. I didn't agree with his actions either, but revenge never gets anyone anywhere good." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers smiles faintly at Owen's touch, seemingly comforted by his nearness. "Thanks. It's okay, really. No point in pining over the past. It's not like I can change history anyway. Best to focus on the present, right?" And she continues to grow increasingly uncomfortable with this topic. But maybe it helps to talk it out. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Just..Well couldn't you change their minds somehow? I don't know. It just seems like a complicated mess. There's got to be a way you can use your new position for peace, when the time comes. But until then, it just seems you're being used as a pawn and that doesn't seem right. It doesn't sound like you had any choice in the matter, even. You should'nt be bound to a world of xenophobic violent murderers." As for her part, she grits her teeth. "My father and my uncle tried to warn the people, they didn't listen. Their simulators predicted that the instability in the planet was minor, that it would go away, eventually, that it would stabilize. They thought my family were trying to incite a riot, create panic and fear. I dont know why Zod would say that!" The last part seems to have her quite upset though, clenching and unclenching her fists. "That's not fair, they did the best they could..If the authorities had only listened, maybe they could have got more people out in time. They did what they could with what little time was left." She ponders something, leaning back in her chair, taking a sip of her drink. "I suppose there were other details, it was a pretty stressful time. I wasn't privy to everything that went on between them.." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "Heir to the family business, a country, or... oh." Owen said, figuring out that Lar was the heir to the throne of the Daxamite Empire. "Quite the responsibility, but when you do succeed your parents, you can implement real change, right?" A lot of the talk of the past, families, it was stuff Owen didn't know about yet, like this Dru-Zod. Or that Star-Lord was a mass murderer. The guy didn't seem like a mass murderer to Owen when they had met. Yeah, he decided he would listen and keep his mouth shut about this. Anything he might say would likely come across as uninformed at best. He smiled back to Kara as she seemed comforted by his nearness. "Right, all we can do is look ever forward. Learn from the past, but the future is what's important." Especially with how uncomfortable she seemed with the topic at hand. And he grew visibly concerned at her clenching and unclenching her fists. Whispering into her ear, "it's okay, it's all in the past. Remember, we can't affect the past, only the future. What we do from this point on is what matters." "Given how the situation ended. I doubt we ever will know the whole truth. So much evidence, exonerating, or convicting, was lost. All anyone can really do is honor the people they knew, remember them as they knew them, and work towards a wor... universe, where things can be resolved peacefully." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The jab about the rest of Daxam being xenophobic, violent, and murderous stung more than Kara probably meant it to. Lar doesn't blame her for feeling that way, after what they did to her...but still. "I--we aren't -all- like that!" Is what comes tumbling out of his mouth in a rather defensive tone. But then he tries desperately to correct it. "I mean, I'm not the only one who isn't like that, not everyone agrees with the way my family rules our society. They're just--too afraid to speak up. Just like I was..." he murmurs that last bit, averting his gaze momentarily.     Zod wasn't exactly a friend of the El family, that is for sure. So perhaps his testimony couldn't be relied upon. Still, he wasn't the only one. But suddenly Lar realizes his remark was insensitive even if it hadn't actually been about her. "I--of course I believe you! I'm sure they did. It's just--my parents weren't concerned about anyone except the royal family."     A pause. "Well, you're right. There's no use dwelling on the past. All we can do try to make the future a better place by doing what we can in the present. I...hope I can change things, when I do ascend to the throne. If I do. But that kind of change is no easy thing." 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers nods slowly to Owen, smiling faintly. "Right. Move forward. It's pretty much the only thing we can do.." she frowns at Lar, even if she can understand the pain he's going through. "I see, I suppose if there are others like you, then you should stay, educate them, give them something to believe in so they don't have to cower in fear. Let the truth be known, you know?" She reaches out to rest a hand over his, reassuringly, briefly. "I know things didn't go so well in the past, between us. Doesn't mean we can't start over. You know, as friends? We can be an example for all Kryptonians and Daxamites everywhere. Nothing worse than a narrow minded society that refuses to change." 

:'''{{#var:9935|Captain Boomerang (9935)}} has posed:''' "I'm no expert on Daxam, like, at all, but I've met my fair share of non-humans, and I'm pretty sure that all sentient life is, on some level, the same. We're all shaped by our experiences. There are those who go along with the group, and those who fight it. I can't see Daxam being any different. If the majority are one way, there's probably a minority going the other, and a group of people in the middle, who just don't want any drama." Owen was trying to come to Lar's defense, "same probably goes for Krypton, for Earth, for anywhere." And Kara's for that matter. Watching as Kara reached out to take Lar's hand across the table, Owen reached into his pocket and pulled out his camera. The angle wasn't great, since he was sitting next to Kara, but he did his best to get a shot of them both, "sounds like this might be a historic photo. Want me to send a copy to you Lar, just give me an e-mail, phone number, or whatever." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "That's what I hope to do. But like I said, change can be hard. And they'd never accept a foreigner as their queen...and especially not a Kryptonian. At least not right now." Lar tells the two of them.     When Kara places her hand over his for a moment, he turns his palm up and squeezes her hand lightly, a look of longing in his eyes. "Heh." he smiles at that last bit. "Now that's the sort of girl who can unravel an entire upbringing of prejudice."     At the offer of the photo, he gives Owen a bit of a perplexed look. "Thanks Owen, but we have plenty of pictures that are much more uh...intimate? You know, from...before." He wasn't sure how Terrans handled this kind of relationship business, so here's to hoping he isn't making it too awkward. "I thought she would have told you about our um, past."     Right, this was already getting too awkward, so he stands up, letting go of her hand. "I should be going. Owen, thanks for putting up with all the weird alien stuff. And Kara...thanks for being willing to talk about Krypton. I know it isn't easy for you." With that, he takes off into the sky. 

:'''{{#var:55|Kara Danvers (55)}} has posed:''' Kara Danvers poses just long enough for Boomer to get in a photo shot of their alliance between two nations..But pulls back quickly when Lar says that, smile faltering just a bit. "I'm sure one day you'll find the right person for you. That can make you truly happy." She just leaves it at that, her smile a bit less warm perhaps, watching him go. "Take care, Lar." 
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Mon-El

2021-05-27T22:16:29Z

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{{CharacterNew
|NameOnMUSH=Mon-El
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=954
|Img=https://www.unitedheroesmush.com/images/b/bb/120617_10.PNG
|FullName=Lar Gand
|Gender=Male
|Species=Daxamite
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=SFC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Explorer
|Citizenship=Daxam, United Planets
|Residence=Metropolis
|Education=Private Education - Royal Family
|Groups=[[Legion of Superheroes]], [[Justice League]], [[Superman Family]], [[Space-OOC]], [[World of Tomorrow-OOC]]
|Quote="Any courage I do have, I learned it from you."
|PAge=23
|AAge=23
|DOB=11 November 2005
|Height=180 cm (5'11")
|Weight=86 kg (189 lb)
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Chris Wood
|Song=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Vym5eZrp00
|Profile=Mon-El is a member of the 31st Century Legion of Super-Heroes and has traveled back in time over a thousand years with several other members of the Legion to seek a solution to an oncoming cataclysmic event that will affect the future. However, Mon-El and his fellow team members were stranded in the past and scattered to unknown parts in this time. With a shattered memory, lead poisoning, and a ticking time bomb in the future, Mon-El must find a way to make it back to his teammates...and the future, before it is too late!
===Current Player Approved: April 19, 2021===
|Description=The young man that stands before you seems to exude confidence. From his deep blue eyes, to his unkempt black hair, to the way he moves. He is tall, around 6'2", and appears in his late teens, early twenties. He weighs in at approximately 190 pounds, and is in excellent shape. His athletic, muscular physique is a reflection of his competence and power. Handsome, with a disarming, warm smile and a gleam to his eye, this man appears ready to take on the world, a true Prince of Daxam.
|History=Lar Gand was born into the Daxamite Royal Family, where he spent most of his time partying, sleeping with multiple women, and indulging in other pleasures with little regard to the plight of the commoner. Although he did not like the way his family treated its subjects, he feared rejection and did not know how to go about enacting change for the better.
 
When Daxam was devastated in the wake of Krypton's destruction, Lar's bodyguard sacrificed himself to save him and send him to Earth in an escape pod. However, as he was arriving, a solar event caused his pod to crash and resulted in him suffering from amnesia. Kal-El found the crashed ship in Smallville, and named Lar "Mon-El," thinking that since he seemed to gain Kryptonian powers upon exposure to Earth's yellow sun, he must be kin. However, Kal eventually suspected that Mon-El was not Kryptonian when he appeared immune to the effects of a small amount of kryptonite. He decided to test this theory with a larger piece, but inadvertently poisoned his friend due to the lead casing the kryptonite was in. Although it restored his memories, the lead poisoning was irreversible for the Daxamite, and Superman was forced to send Mon-El to the Phantom Zone to prevent the toxin from killing him until a cure could be found, even if it took a thousand years.
 
Indeed, a thousand years later in the 30th century, the Legion of Superheroes freed Mon-El from the Phantom Zone and cured him of the lead poisoning using a serum created by Saturn Girl and Brainiac 5 dubbed XY-4. Mon-El eventually became a full fledged Legionnaire, inventing anti-gravity Element 152 and using it to defeat a "sun-eater". Brainiac 5 later used this element to create the Legion Flight Rings. Over the years, Mon-El became an invaluable member of the Legion of Superheroes, even serving as Legion Leader twice and Legion Deputy Leader once. The adventures there are history for the future, in the 30th and 31st centuries. Mon-El has also traveled back into the past, traveling to many star systems in the Galaxy and becoming a part of the early history of many of the Worlds the United Planets now call members...in the future.
 
Currently, several members of the Legion were traveling back in time to attempt to prevent an unknown calamity occurring in the future. Mon-El was flung from the time sphere due to the combined machinations of Glorith, Mordru and the Time Trapper. They are preventing him from returning home, and have somehow robbed him of his memories, leaving him once more without a clue of who he is or where he came from. Therefore, Mon-El must once again set out to find his place in this new world.
|Personality=Due to the amnesia inflicted upon him by machinations of various enemies of the Legion of Superheroes, Mon-El is currently rather lost and confused. Though he vaguely remembers his Daxamite upbringing, he has no recollection of all of the noble endeavors he made with the Legionnaires after they cured him of lead poisoning, or even of his affiliation with them at all.
 
Part of his problem is that he is rather easily influenced by those around him, and it is difficult for him to find the drive to do what's right on his own, which was the main reason for his behavior on Daxam. He can easily lose his way without anyone to inspire him to action, or fall into apathy when surrounded by others of the same complacent attitude. As such he seems to be mainly worried about himself and his own needs, similar to the way he behaved growing up on Daxam. This often manifests as a selfish and uncaring attitude, however, deep down Mon-El is passionate about helping others in need and preserving life wherever and whenever possible no matter whose it is, as well as a strong, even self-sacrificial devotion to virtue and those he considers friends and family. He just hasn't figured out how to put all of that into action again just yet. This has lead to feelings of guilt and fecklessness, so he tends to become focused on himself and feeling good/having fun in an attempt to forget the woes of these unfulfilled desires.
 
Formerly, he was motivated by his friendship with Kal-El and the other Legionnaires, leading to him become an invaluable asset to the Legion. Now, he just needs someone to come alongside him and be the inspiration that Superman and the Legion were to him before, so that he can once again reach his full potential--and hopefully even regain his memories.
|Abilities='''EIDETIC MEMORY'''
 
Mon-El has a photographic memory, able to recall events and details from the past as though he was standing there now. It is like he is looking at a picture of the past event, and he can ascertain details from that picture, including sounds, feelings, smells, etc. His ability to learn is also superhuman, as his enhanced mind can do calculations, learn a new language, or observe events at an enhanced rate.
 
'''FLIGHT'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his body has absorbed the ability to shift gravity in such a way as to propel himself, through the air, at near limitless speeds or hover in place. Mon-El can easily obtain Earth orbit, and fly from the ground to space in seconds. Mon-El can also maintain near light speeds in space, although to travel any significant distances, he would have to locate wormholes or utilize a spacecraft.
 
'''HEAT VISION'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his senses are magnified under a yellow sun. His vision is enhanced to the point that when he concentrates, he can summon that solar energy and propel it through his eyes in bursts of extreme temperature "energy/heat" rays. These can burn through armor plating in mere moments, and destroy a battleship in seconds. Mon-El has complete control over these beams, and after years of experience in utilizing them, can use them with pinpoint accuracy, able to hit a gun in a criminals hand, or flash wield a damaged building, for example.
 
'''INVULNERABILITY'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, he can absorb the solar radiation of "yellow" stars. This ability provides him with an almost impenetrable energy barrier around his body that is almost impervious to any harm. This includes bullets, lasers, missiles, lightning, explosions, anything short of a nuclear explosion. Mon-El can also survive in extremely inhospitable environments, including space, the bottom of the ocean, gas, a volcano, the arctic, high radiation, without much effect on him. Mon-El's incredible endurance allows him to hold his breath for several hours without needing to take a breath. Due to the serum that Mon-El is taking to prevent his lead poisoning from killing him, he maintains these abilities in other solar environments as well, including red solar environments. It should be noted that Mon-El's invulnerability does not extend to magic, and he can be affected as though he was a normal human being.
 
'''SOLAR ENERGY ABSORPTION'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, he can absorb the solar radiation of "yellow" stars. This gives him several superhuman abilities, such as super strength, speed, breath, senses, and flight. Mon-El also gains enhanced healing, allowing him to heal from most minor or moderate wounds 10-12 times faster than a healthy human. This does not allow him to regenerate lost limbs. This also increases his lifespan and allows him near perfect immunity to disease. Mon-El also does not need to eat, as he absorbs the energy from the sun directly for nourishment. He can eat, and does enjoy eating when necessary. Mon-El will age slowly while exposed to a yellow sun. He could, theoretically, live for hundreds, if not, thousands of years. Under a blue solar environment, these abilities are also at a superhuman level.
 
'''SUPER BREATH'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his ability to absorb yellow solar radiation allows him to expand his lung capacity to a superhuman level. With that enhanced capacity, Mon-El can inhale vast amounts of air, and exhale it at hurricane level gust or at a sub zero temperature level, to freeze whatever he wants to freeze.
 
'''SUPER HEARING'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his senses are magnified under a yellow sun. His hearing is such that he can hear at all frequencies, and hear a conversation happening all the way around the world. With concentration, he can pinpoint even the slightest of sounds, and where it is coming from. With practice, he has developed a keen sense of hearing, able to filter out all the background noise and hone in on specific sounds.
 
'''SUPER SPEED'''
 
Mon-El is fast. Nearly as fast as the Flash on ground, and in the air, unbelievably fast. Mon-El tends to stay under Mach 3 when in the atmosphere, but with these abilities, he can run across water, up the side's of buildings, and maneuver at unstoppable rates, able to literally dodge a speeding bullet, or move out of the way of a laser (if he knows it is coming). These speeds allow him to read a book in seconds, do small menial tasks in moments, and change from costume to civilian clothes in a moment.
 
'''SUPER STRENGTH'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, he can absorb the solar radiation of "yellow" stars. While on Earth, this gives him superhuman levels of strength, making him the equal of an adult Kryptonian, such as Superman or Supergirl. Mon-El can tear a battle tank apart with his bare hands, hurl a Battleship into orbit, or punch through a building in seconds.
 
'''SUPER VISION'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his senses are magnified under a yellow sun. His vision is enhanced to the point that he can see things happening on the ground when he is in orbit around the planet as though he was standing right there. With concentration, he can even see down to the subatomic level. Mon-El also has X-Ray vision and can easily see through walls, clothing, armor, the ground, and into vehicles, except when covered by lead.
|Skills='''COMBAT'''
 
Mon-El has received hand-to-hand combat from some of the best fighters history has ever known. Val Armorr (Karate Kid) has taught him many martial arts, and he uses those in combination with his superhuman abilities with amazing efficiency. He is an above average combatant in hand-to-hand, and is also familiar with a myriad of weapons, including melee, firearms, energy weapons, and advanced technological devices from the future. It would be rare for him to resort to these, however, and he is a bit rusty.
 
'''INTERGALACTIC KNOWLEDGE'''
 
Mon-El has been a member of the Legion of Super-Heroes in the future, a prisoner of the Phantom Zone, and a galactic traveler in the 21st century. In all those years he has picked up a myriad of skills and knowledge from several hundred alien races. He knows politics, technology, cultures, science and history of several races he has come in contact with, and is familiar with the Intergalactic Community at large.
 
'''LANGUAGES'''
 
Mon-El has traveled from one end of the Galaxy to another. With his enhanced abilities, he has learned several languages from the intergalactic community, and even those on Earth. Mon-El knows most Earth languages, and most languages of the United Planets, including Interlac. Mon-El also knows Kryptonian and Daxamite, as well as Khundish, Dominator, Kree, Shi'ar, Skrull, to name a few.
 
'''LEADERSHIP'''
 
Mon-El was born to rule. As the eldest son of the Royal Family of Daxam, he has received training in leadership from the best their world had to offer. Mon-El is a natural leader, charismatic, and confident. An above average tactician and strategist, Mon-El has discovered that he is actually an excellent leader, when called to serve in that capacity, and doesn't shy away from the spotlight when placed in charge. Mon-El does not have a problem taking orders, but he has no problem stepping up and taking command when necessary.
 
'''MEDICINE'''
 
Mon-El is a talented first responder. Although not a medical Doctor or surgeon, he is a capable medic. With his special abilities, he can utilize his vision, speed, breath, and vision to operate in emergency situations, and has been the Legion battlefield medic many times in the past (future).
 
'''NAVIGATOR'''
 
Mon-El always wanted to be an explorer. To explore the stars, meet new life and new civilizations. To travel to distant stars. He has done that, and through that, discovered that he is a talented navigator. Mon-El is as comfortable traveling in space as he is on a planet, and is able to discover wormholes, identify stars, and pilot through space without difficulty.
 
'''PILOT'''
 
Mon-El is very efficient at flying advanced aircraft and spacecraft, from this century and the future. He is also an above average "flyer", under his own power, as he has spent years training in using his abilities against the worse the Galaxy has to offer. Although it may take a few moments to become familiar with a 21st century craft, he will get the hang of it in no time. Usually.
 
'''POLITICS'''
 
Mon-El spent many a yawn filled day learning about politics. Local politics. Regional politics. Planetary politics. Interplanetary politics. Intergalactic politics. Although he was not an apt student, he learned how to walk through the political mine fields of a complicated political schema. This developed in him a set of specific diplomatic skills that he can use, whether talking politics over dinner, or negotiating a terorist event.
 
'''SCIENTIFIC KNOWLEDGE'''
 
Mon-El was always interested in scientific knowledge growing up. As an advanced intergalactic race, the Daxamites have many advances that Mon-El knows and can use. Mon-El has also spent several years in the future, and can remember some of that advanced technology and science. He is not on the level of Brainiac 5 or Dream Girl, but he could hold his own in an scientific conversation. He is also a skilled mecahnic, and has a talent tinkering with spacecarft, from advanced engines, shields, and equipment.
|Resources='''ALLIES'''
 
Mon-El has made a lot of allies in his years of traveling to other worlds and other times. Many of these contacts he can call upon for aid if necessary, such early members of the Justice League (when he was in the past the first time), members of the UP, and future allies not relevant in the 21st century.
 
'''COSTUME'''
 
Mon-El's costume is made of futuristic, self-repairing Daxamite technology, tougher than anything on Earth. Any damage that the costume takes will heal over time, depending on how significant the damage is, from hours, to days. Mon-El also has sub-atomic hidden "pouches" on his belt, with a few odds and ends, just for the right moment. This allows him to store his civilian clothing and Legion items, such as his telepathic plugs, transuit, and omnicom. It also contains a few doses of the anti-lead serum he needs to survive.
 
'''LEGION FLIGHT RING'''
 
Mon-El became a full fledged Legionnaire after inventing anti-gravity Element 152 (or Valorum) and using that to defeat a "sun-eater". This element was used by Brainiac 5 to create Legion Flight Rings. This ring, which is keyed to each individual's DNA, allows the wearer to fly under its own power through the wielder's mental control, traveling at near mach 3 speeds if necessary. Although Mon-El doesn't need this aspect of the ring, it has other abilities such as: a communicator, able to talk to other people who have flight rings, capable of communicating at a distance of light years without lag!
 
'''LEGION ITEMS'''
 
Mon-El has kept his Legion gear and usually stores them within the hidden "pouches" on his belt. These include: Omnicom, an information storage/retrieval and scanner device; Telepathic plugs, allowing him to communicate with others even in hostile environments, like space or alien worlds or translate languages unknown to Mon-El; Transuit, which allows a person to survive in hostile environments, like space or alien worlds.
 
'''LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES'''
 
Mon-El became a full fledged Legionnaire in the future, and has been a stalwart member ever since. He has been Legion leader, deputy leader, and been on thousands of missions for the team. He can call upon them for help when necessary, and they can call on him. When they are around, or available. Right now, that includes the members currently in the 21st century.
 
'''SERUM'''
 
Mon-El must ingest a serum created by Saturn Girl and Brainiac 5 every 10 days to two weeks in order to stave off the effects of the lead poisoning that he has contracted. If he does not ingest this serum, in a short period of time, Mon-El will die of lead poisoning. This serum can be re-created by Mon-El, but Brainiac 5 can do it more efficiently and effectively. The ingredients of the serum are rare in the 21st century, but not impossible to find. Currently, Mon-El has enough serum to last 1-2 months.
|Weaknesses='''LEAD POISONING'''
 
Daxamites are not vulnerable to Kryptonite, they are vulnerable to lead. When exposed to inert lead, the Daxamite goes into shock, similar to an anaphylatic reaction. This will, in a short period of time, cause cardiac arrest and death. This can be from seconds, to minutes, to hours, depending on the amount of the exposure. This poisoning is uncurable, and there is but one way to prevent death, and that is with the Legion serum created by Imra Ardeen and Brainiac 5. This serum must be administered on a bi-weekly basis, or the serum breaks down, leaving the person vulnerable to the lead in their system. It should be noted that /constant/ physical contact with lead still affects Mon-El by weakening him to mostly human levels, but lead bullets or short term contacts would just sting and bruise. His suit, lined with inertron, prevents most of this, but it still affects him.
 
'''MAGIC'''
 
Mon-El's invulnerability does not stop magic attacks or effects. Mon-El can be affected by magic just like any normal human without protection.
 
'''ROGUE'S GALLERY'''
 
Many of Mon-El's enemies are of incalculable might and evil. They number amongst their ranks, Glorith, Time Trapper, Mordru, the Fatal Five, and many others, most of them incarcerated at Takron Galtos in the 31st century. Mon-El also has enemies in the 21st century as well. Most are not of Earth, and are dated from when Mon-El was in the past years ago. Over the centuries, Mon-El has made many enemies, and they would very much like to see him fall.
 
'''SOLAR ENERGY'''
 
Mon-El's metabolism requires the solar energy of a yellow (or blue, for example) sun to power his abilities. Without the yellow sun's energy, Mon-El reverts back to a normal average "human" being, without his super abilities, over a period of time. By pushing his abilities, he can drain them, so he can be weakened this way. It should also be noted that the red sun's radiation does not sap his powers while he has been taking his serum to prevent lead poisoning, a side effect of the ingredients in the serum.
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[[File:113017 3.png|thumb|left|That's right Doms, throw ''everything'' you've got at the ''everything''-proof guy.]][[File:120617 3.png|thumb|You hold that arm, and I'll hold the other one.|right]][[File:113017 4.png|thumb|center|Would you just stop making me show off?]]
[[File:120617 11.png|thumb|left|When I'm upset, I throw things.]][[File:120617 4.png|thumb|Let it goooo, let it goooo!|right]]
[[File:Supergirl51-10-11.jpg|thumb|Why does this seem strangely familiar, yet ironic at the same time?|left]]
[[File:120617 5.png|thumb|Holy grife, I feel sorry for any Dominators who end up with your face.|right]][[File:120117 1.png|thumb|right|Like this guy. Well at least I put him out of his misery.]]
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[[File:120617 7.png|thumb|Heyyyy what's up Dom? Just thought I'd poke my head in. Actually I'll just let myself in.|center]]
[[File:120617 8.png|thumb|I just wanted to let you know...never make anyone eat your cooking ever again.|center]]
[[File:120617 9.png|thumb|Okay, run along home now kthxbye!|center]]
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[[File:121817 3.png|thumb|Please...just be my girlfriend again already. Because being yourself means being with me. Right?!|center]]
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2021-05-27T22:13:57Z

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Mon-El

2021-05-26T03:19:29Z

Noveria:

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|NameOnMUSH=Mon-El
|Color=#333
|TextColor=#c1c1c1
|Char_id=954
|Img=https://www.unitedheroesmush.com/images/b/bb/120617_10.PNG
|FullName=Lar Gand
|Gender=Male
|Species=Daxamite
|Theme=DC
|Chartype=SFC
|Active=Approved
|Occupation=Explorer
|Citizenship=Daxam, United Planets
|Residence=Metropolis
|Education=Private Education - Royal Family
|Groups=[[Legion of Superheroes]], [[Justice League]], [[Superman Family]], [[Space-OOC]], [[World of Tomorrow-OOC]]
|Quote="Any courage I do have, I learned it from you."
|PAge=23
|AAge=23
|DOB=11 November 2005
|Height=180 cm (5'11")
|Weight=86 kg (189 lb)
|Hair=Black
|Eyes=Blue
|Actor=Chris Wood
|Song=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Vym5eZrp00
|Profile=Mon-El is a member of the 31st Century Legion of Super-Heroes and has traveled back in time over a thousand years with several other members of the Legion to seek a solution to an oncoming cataclysmic event that will affect the future. However, Mon-El and his fellow team members were stranded in the past and scattered to unknown parts in this time. With a shattered memory, lead poisoning, and a ticking time bomb in the future, Mon-El must find a way to make it back to his teammates...and the future, before it is too late!
===Current Player Approved: April 19, 2021===
|Description=The young man that stands before you seems to exude confidence. From his deep blue eyes, to his unkempt black hair, to the way he moves. He is tall, around 6'2", and appears in his late teens, early twenties. He weighs in at approximately 190 pounds, and is in excellent shape. His athletic, muscular physique is a reflection of his competence and power. Handsome, with a disarming, warm smile and a gleam to his eye, this man appears ready to take on the world, a true Prince of Daxam.
|History=Lar Gand was born into the Daxamite Royal Family, where he spent most of his time partying, sleeping with multiple women, and indulging in other pleasures with little regard to the plight of the commoner. Although he did not like the way his family treated its subjects, he feared rejection and did not know how to go about enacting change for the better.
 
When Daxam was devastated in the wake of Krypton's destruction, Lar's bodyguard sacrificed himself to save him and send him to Earth in an escape pod. However, as he was arriving, a solar event caused his pod to crash and resulted in him suffering from amnesia. Kal-El found the crashed ship in Smallville, and named Lar "Mon-El," thinking that since he seemed to gain Kryptonian powers upon exposure to Earth's yellow sun, he must be kin. However, Kal eventually suspected that Mon-El was not Kryptonian when he appeared immune to the effects of a small amount of kryptonite. He decided to test this theory with a larger piece, but inadvertently poisoned his friend due to the lead casing the kryptonite was in. Although it restored his memories, the lead poisoning was irreversible for the Daxamite, and Superman was forced to send Mon-El to the Phantom Zone to prevent the toxin from killing him until a cure could be found, even if it took a thousand years.
 
Indeed, a thousand years later in the 30th century, the Legion of Superheroes freed Mon-El from the Phantom Zone and cured him of the lead poisoning using a serum created by Saturn Girl and Brainiac 5 dubbed XY-4. Mon-El eventually became a full fledged Legionnaire, inventing anti-gravity Element 152 and using it to defeat a "sun-eater". Brainiac 5 later used this element to create the Legion Flight Rings. Over the years, Mon-El became an invaluable member of the Legion of Superheroes, even serving as Legion Leader twice and Legion Deputy Leader once. The adventures there are history for the future, in the 30th and 31st centuries. Mon-El has also traveled back into the past, traveling to many star systems in the Galaxy and becoming a part of the early history of many of the Worlds the United Planets now call members...in the future.
 
Currently, several members of the Legion were traveling back in time to attempt to prevent an unknown calamity occurring in the future. Mon-El was flung from the time sphere due to the combined machinations of Glorith, Mordru and the Time Trapper. They are preventing him from returning home, and have somehow robbed him of his memories, leaving him once more without a clue of who he is or where he came from. Therefore, Mon-El must once again set out to find his place in this new world.
|Personality=Due to the amnesia inflicted upon him by machinations of various enemies of the Legion of Superheroes, Mon-El is currently rather lost and confused. Though he vaguely remembers his Daxamite upbringing, he has no recollection of all of the noble endeavors he made with the Legionnaires after they cured him of lead poisoning, or even of his affiliation with them at all.
 
Part of his problem is that he is rather easily influenced by those around him, and it is difficult for him to find the drive to do what's right on his own, which was the main reason for his behavior on Daxam. He can easily lose his way without anyone to inspire him to action, or fall into apathy when surrounded by others of the same complacent attitude. As such he seems to be mainly worried about himself and his own needs, similar to the way he behaved growing up on Daxam. This often manifests as a selfish and uncaring attitude, however, deep down Mon-El is passionate about helping others in need and preserving life wherever and whenever possible no matter whose it is, as well as a strong, even self-sacrificial devotion to virtue and those he considers friends and family. He just hasn't figured out how to put all of that into action again just yet. This has lead to feelings of guilt and fecklessness, so he tends to become focused on himself and feeling good/having fun in an attempt to forget the woes of these unfulfilled desires.
 
Formerly, he was motivated by his friendship with Kal-El and the other Legionnaires, leading to him become an invaluable asset to the Legion. Now, he just needs someone to come alongside him and be the inspiration that Superman and the Legion were to him before, so that he can once again reach his full potential--and hopefully even regain his memories.
|Abilities='''EIDETIC MEMORY'''
 
Mon-El has a photographic memory, able to recall events and details from the past as though he was standing there now. It is like he is looking at a picture of the past event, and he can ascertain details from that picture, including sounds, feelings, smells, etc. His ability to learn is also superhuman, as his enhanced mind can do calculations, learn a new language, or observe events at an enhanced rate.
 
'''FLIGHT'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his body has absorbed the ability to shift gravity in such a way as to propel himself, through the air, at near limitless speeds or hover in place. Mon-El can easily obtain Earth orbit, and fly from the ground to space in seconds. Mon-El can also maintain near light speeds in space, although to travel any significant distances, he would have to locate wormholes or utilize a spacecraft.
 
'''HEAT VISION'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his senses are magnified under a yellow sun. His vision is enhanced to the point that when he concentrates, he can summon that solar energy and propel it through his eyes in bursts of extreme temperature "energy/heat" rays. These can burn through armor plating in mere moments, and destroy a battleship in seconds. Mon-El has complete control over these beams, and after years of experience in utilizing them, can use them with pinpoint accuracy, able to hit a gun in a criminals hand, or flash wield a damaged building, for example.
 
'''INVULNERABILITY'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, he can absorb the solar radiation of "yellow" stars. This ability provides him with an almost impenetrable energy barrier around his body that is almost impervious to any harm. This includes bullets, lasers, missiles, lightning, explosions, anything short of a nuclear explosion. Mon-El can also survive in extremely inhospitable environments, including space, the bottom of the ocean, gas, a volcano, the arctic, high radiation, without much effect on him. Mon-El's incredible endurance allows him to hold his breath for several hours without needing to take a breath. Due to the serum that Mon-El is taking to prevent his lead poisoning from killing him, he maintains these abilities in other solar environments as well, including red solar environments. It should be noted that Mon-El's invulnerability does not extend to magic, and he can be affected as though he was a normal human being.
 
'''SOLAR ENERGY ABSORPTION'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, he can absorb the solar radiation of "yellow" stars. This gives him several superhuman abilities, such as super strength, speed, breath, senses, and flight. Mon-El also gains enhanced healing, allowing him to heal from most minor or moderate wounds 10-12 times faster than a healthy human. This does not allow him to regenerate lost limbs. This also increases his lifespan and allows him near perfect immunity to disease. Mon-El also does not need to eat, as he absorbs the energy from the sun directly for nourishment. He can eat, and does enjoy eating when necessary. Mon-El will age slowly while exposed to a yellow sun. He could, theoretically, live for hundreds, if not, thousands of years. Under a blue solar environment, these abilities are also at a superhuman level.
 
'''SUPER BREATH'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his ability to absorb yellow solar radiation allows him to expand his lung capacity to a superhuman level. With that enhanced capacity, Mon-El can inhale vast amounts of air, and exhale it at hurricane level gust or at a sub zero temperature level, to freeze whatever he wants to freeze.
 
'''SUPER HEARING'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his senses are magnified under a yellow sun. His hearing is such that he can hear at all frequencies, and hear a conversation happening all the way around the world. With concentration, he can pinpoint even the slightest of sounds, and where it is coming from. With practice, he has developed a keen sense of hearing, able to filter out all the background noise and hone in on specific sounds.
 
'''SUPER SPEED'''
 
Mon-El is fast. Nearly as fast as the Flash on ground, and in the air, unbelievably fast. Mon-El tends to stay under Mach 3 when in the atmosphere, but with these abilities, he can run across water, up the side's of buildings, and maneuver at unstoppable rates, able to literally dodge a speeding bullet, or move out of the way of a laser (if he knows it is coming). These speeds allow him to read a book in seconds, do small menial tasks in moments, and change from costume to civilian clothes in a moment.
 
'''SUPER STRENGTH'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, he can absorb the solar radiation of "yellow" stars. While on Earth, this gives him superhuman levels of strength, making him the equal of an adult Kryptonian, such as Superman or Supergirl. Mon-El can tear a battle tank apart with his bare hands, hurl a Battleship into orbit, or punch through a building in seconds.
 
'''SUPER VISION'''
 
Due to Mon-El's Daxamite/Kryptonian heritage, his senses are magnified under a yellow sun. His vision is enhanced to the point that he can see things happening on the ground when he is in orbit around the planet as though he was standing right there. With concentration, he can even see down to the subatomic level. Mon-El also has X-Ray vision and can easily see through walls, clothing, armor, the ground, and into vehicles, except when covered by lead.
|Skills='''COMBAT'''
 
Mon-El has received hand-to-hand combat from some of the best fighters history has ever known. Val Armorr (Karate Kid) has taught him many martial arts, and he uses those in combination with his superhuman abilities with amazing efficiency. He is an above average combatant in hand-to-hand, and is also familiar with a myriad of weapons, including melee, firearms, energy weapons, and advanced technological devices from the future. It would be rare for him to resort to these, however, and he is a bit rusty.
 
'''INTERGALACTIC KNOWLEDGE'''
 
Mon-El has been a member of the Legion of Super-Heroes in the future, a prisoner of the Phantom Zone, and a galactic traveler in the 21st century. In all those years he has picked up a myriad of skills and knowledge from several hundred alien races. He knows politics, technology, cultures, science and history of several races he has come in contact with, and is familiar with the Intergalactic Community at large.
 
'''LANGUAGES'''
 
Mon-El has traveled from one end of the Galaxy to another. With his enhanced abilities, he has learned several languages from the intergalactic community, and even those on Earth. Mon-El knows most Earth languages, and most languages of the United Planets, including Interlac. Mon-El also knows Kryptonian and Daxamite, as well as Khundish, Dominator, Kree, Shi'ar, Skrull, to name a few.
 
'''LEADERSHIP'''
 
Mon-El was born to rule. As the eldest son of the Royal Family of Daxam, he has received training in leadership from the best their world had to offer. Mon-El is a natural leader, charismatic, and confident. An above average tactician and strategist, Mon-El has discovered that he is actually an excellent leader, when called to serve in that capacity, and doesn't shy away from the spotlight when placed in charge. Mon-El does not have a problem taking orders, but he has no problem stepping up and taking command when necessary.
 
'''MEDICINE'''
 
Mon-El is a talented first responder. Although not a medical Doctor or surgeon, he is a capable medic. With his special abilities, he can utilize his vision, speed, breath, and vision to operate in emergency situations, and has been the Legion battlefield medic many times in the past (future).
 
'''NAVIGATOR'''
 
Mon-El always wanted to be an explorer. To explore the stars, meet new life and new civilizations. To travel to distant stars. He has done that, and through that, discovered that he is a talented navigator. Mon-El is as comfortable traveling in space as he is on a planet, and is able to discover wormholes, identify stars, and pilot through space without difficulty.
 
'''PILOT'''
 
Mon-El is very efficient at flying advanced aircraft and spacecraft, from this century and the future. He is also an above average "flyer", under his own power, as he has spent years training in using his abilities against the worse the Galaxy has to offer. Although it may take a few moments to become familiar with a 21st century craft, he will get the hang of it in no time. Usually.
 
'''POLITICS'''
 
Mon-El spent many a yawn filled day learning about politics. Local politics. Regional politics. Planetary politics. Interplanetary politics. Intergalactic politics. Although he was not an apt student, he learned how to walk through the political mine fields of a complicated political schema. This developed in him a set of specific diplomatic skills that he can use, whether talking politics over dinner, or negotiating a terorist event.
 
'''SCIENTIFIC KNOWLEDGE'''
 
Mon-El was always interested in scientific knowledge growing up. As an advanced intergalactic race, the Daxamites have many advances that Mon-El knows and can use. Mon-El has also spent several years in the future, and can remember some of that advanced technology and science. He is not on the level of Brainiac 5 or Dream Girl, but he could hold his own in an scientific conversation. He is also a skilled mecahnic, and has a talent tinkering with spacecarft, from advanced engines, shields, and equipment.
|Resources='''ALLIES'''
 
Mon-El has made a lot of allies in his years of traveling to other worlds and other times. Many of these contacts he can call upon for aid if necessary, such early members of the Justice League (when he was in the past the first time), members of the UP, and future allies not relevant in the 21st century.
 
'''COSTUME'''
 
Mon-El's costume is made of futuristic, self-repairing Daxamite technology, tougher than anything on Earth. Any damage that the costume takes will heal over time, depending on how significant the damage is, from hours, to days. Mon-El also has sub-atomic hidden "pouches" on his belt, with a few odds and ends, just for the right moment. This allows him to store his civilian clothing and Legion items, such as his telepathic plugs, transuit, and omnicom. It also contains a few doses of the anti-lead serum he needs to survive.
 
'''LEGION FLIGHT RING'''
 
Mon-El became a full fledged Legionnaire after inventing anti-gravity Element 152 (or Valorum) and using that to defeat a "sun-eater". This element was used by Brainiac 5 to create Legion Flight Rings. This ring, which is keyed to each individual's DNA, allows the wearer to fly under its own power through the wielder's mental control, traveling at near mach 3 speeds if necessary. Although Mon-El doesn't need this aspect of the ring, it has other abilities such as: a communicator, able to talk to other people who have flight rings, capable of communicating at a distance of light years without lag!
 
'''LEGION ITEMS'''
 
Mon-El has kept his Legion gear and usually stores them within the hidden "pouches" on his belt. These include: Omnicom, an information storage/retrieval and scanner device; Telepathic plugs, allowing him to communicate with others even in hostile environments, like space or alien worlds or translate languages unknown to Mon-El; Transuit, which allows a person to survive in hostile environments, like space or alien worlds.
 
'''LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES'''
 
Mon-El became a full fledged Legionnaire in the future, and has been a stalwart member ever since. He has been Legion leader, deputy leader, and been on thousands of missions for the team. He can call upon them for help when necessary, and they can call on him. When they are around, or available. Right now, that includes the members currently in the 21st century.
 
'''SERUM'''
 
Mon-El must ingest a serum created by Saturn Girl and Brainiac 5 every 10 days to two weeks in order to stave off the effects of the lead poisoning that he has contracted. If he does not ingest this serum, in a short period of time, Mon-El will die of lead poisoning. This serum can be re-created by Mon-El, but Brainiac 5 can do it more efficiently and effectively. The ingredients of the serum are rare in the 21st century, but not impossible to find. Currently, Mon-El has enough serum to last 1-2 months.
|Weaknesses='''LEAD POISONING'''
 
Daxamites are not vulnerable to Kryptonite, they are vulnerable to lead. When exposed to inert lead, the Daxamite goes into shock, similar to an anaphylatic reaction. This will, in a short period of time, cause cardiac arrest and death. This can be from seconds, to minutes, to hours, depending on the amount of the exposure. This poisoning is uncurable, and there is but one way to prevent death, and that is with the Legion serum created by Imra Ardeen and Brainiac 5. This serum must be administered on a bi-weekly basis, or the serum breaks down, leaving the person vulnerable to the lead in their system. It should be noted that /constant/ physical contact with lead still affects Mon-El by weakening him to mostly human levels, but lead bullets or short term contacts would just sting and bruise. His suit, lined with inertron, prevents most of this, but it still affects him.
 
'''MAGIC'''
 
Mon-El's invulnerability does not stop magic attacks or effects. Mon-El can be affected by magic just like any normal human without protection.
 
'''ROGUE'S GALLERY'''
 
Many of Mon-El's enemies are of incalculable might and evil. They number amongst their ranks, Glorith, Time Trapper, Mordru, the Fatal Five, and many others, most of them incarcerated at Takron Galtos in the 31st century. Mon-El also has enemies in the 21st century as well. Most are not of Earth, and are dated from when Mon-El was in the past years ago. Over the centuries, Mon-El has made many enemies, and they would very much like to see him fall.
 
'''SOLAR ENERGY'''
 
Mon-El's metabolism requires the solar energy of a yellow (or blue, for example) sun to power his abilities. Without the yellow sun's energy, Mon-El reverts back to a normal average "human" being, without his super abilities, over a period of time. By pushing his abilities, he can drain them, so he can be weakened this way. It should also be noted that the red sun's radiation does not sap his powers while he has been taking his serum to prevent lead poisoning, a side effect of the ingredients in the serum.
|Gallery=[[File:113017 1.PNG|thumb|left|THAT shiny blue planet...is Councilor Fajardo.]][[File:120617 1.png|thumb|Look, it's nap time now.|right]][[File:120617 2.png|thumb|I ''said'', recess is over!|right]][[File:113017 2.png|thumb|center|...And then we're gonna party like there's no tomorrow.]]
[[File:113017 3.png|thumb|left|That's right Doms, throw ''everything'' you've got at the ''everything''-proof guy.]][[File:120617 3.png|thumb|You hold that arm, and I'll hold the other one.|right]][[File:113017 4.png|thumb|center|Would you just stop making me show off?]]
[[File:120617 11.png|thumb|left|When I'm upset, I throw things.]][[File:120617 4.png|thumb|Let it goooo, let it goooo!|right]]
[[File:Supergirl51-10-11.jpg|thumb|Why does this seem strangely familiar, yet ironic at the same time?|left]]
[[File:120617 5.png|thumb|Holy grife, I feel sorry for any Dominators who end up with your face.|right]][[File:120117 1.png|thumb|right|Like this guy. Well at least I put him out of his misery.]]
[[File:120617 6.png|thumb|Knock knock.|center]]
[[File:120617 7.png|thumb|Heyyyy what's up Dom? Just thought I'd poke my head in. Actually I'll just let myself in.|center]]
[[File:120617 8.png|thumb|I just wanted to let you know...never make anyone eat your cooking ever again.|center]]
[[File:120617 9.png|thumb|Okay, run along home now kthxbye!|center]]
[[File:121817 1.png|thumb|Yep, just taking my T-rexes to the beach for a walk.|left]][[File:121817 4.png|thumb|But Cosmic Boy...I haven't saved enough planets yet!|right]]
[[File:121817 2.png|thumb|Careful Jo, not too hard...wouldn't want to sonic boom the beach.|left]][[File:121817 5.png|thumb|What to do when your spaceship breaks down? Well, you push it.|left]]
[[File:121817 3.png|thumb|Please...just be my girlfriend again already. Because being yourself means being with me. Right?!|center]]

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13148/In the Belt

2021-05-26T03:01:12Z

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|Location=Asteroid Belt (Sol, Sector 2814)
|Synopsis=An 'abandoned' freakshow of a ship comes into Sol and Star-lord tries to claim it... only to run into a blast from the past as he gets interrupted by Lar... and Gigas drops in. Somehow, love does not prevail.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' Minutes ago, a ship of unknown design came out of nowhere at the edges of Sol(presumably hyperspace) at high speed, and the signal disappeared somewhere inside the Asteroid belt mid-system. There has been no sign of the ship, so it's still in there... and presumably, it's drifting. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar had been spending some time on Earth and around its vicinity, that being the Sol system. It was as good a place as any for the Daxamite to hang around, after all he had some Terran friends and of course there's always the nice big yellow star there to keep him charged and on top of his game most of the time.     When a mysterious vessel appeared on his shuttle's sensors then quickly disappeared as it drifted into the asteroid belt, he decided to investigate it. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' It takes a good ten minutes for Lar to get something vaguely resembling a starship ping in this field. Lots of metallics in the asteroids clog the sensors, but one ping returns a /lot/ more than your typical asteroid. Probably the ship right there. It is, by all indicators, a patchwork ship of some kind. Obvious Skrull and Novan designs are piecemealed together. No one in their right mind would weld together something this terrible unless they had no choice. Or terrible design sense. Also of note is the Milano docked at the airlock already; When did the Guardians get into Sol? 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Huh." Lar says to himself, once he gets close enough to the mystery ship to determine that it's some kind of weird patchwork job. Nova, Skrull, who knows what else. And then there's the Milano. That doesn't exactly give him a warm feeling--he and its captain hadn't completely 'made up' to each other about the fiasco that had gone down on Theseus previously.     "Great," he mutters to himself. But just as he is getting close enough to dock at a different platform, he notices something else--there is a single lifesign aboard that vessel somewhere. The Milano would probably pick up on it, too. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' Lar would be able to pick up a half-terran half... something on board alongside that lifesign. Probably Star-Lord, since no one knows what that 'other' half is... or at least Peter isn't telling, and Lar's scanner can't tell him either. Something complex enough to throw his scanners off, at least... A scary thought, when you think about it. It's generally only cosmic level beings that can do that to technology. Peter has cosmic heritage? A cosmic space outlaw leading a team of half-pirate, half-mercenary, half heroes. The Guardians would probably be able to get a great deal on a contract to license their story on Earth, if they were so inclined. Half the stories about them would be unbelievable to move Terrans, even. A voice comes over the commlink for Lar, the familiar tone of Star-Lord, "Welcome to the party! Is that you, Lar?" Star-Lord casually asks, as if Theseus never happened. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar peers at the sensor array readouts as his ship docks. Could that possibly be Mr. Quill? There was always something different about him, but it came as a surprise that the ship's sensor's couldn't tell him what that 'other half' was. But there is something very familiar about the other lifesign, something that gives him cause to disembark and move toward it. He begins to use his enhanced vision to look through the walls, assuming they aren't made of lead. Well--that is Quill, all right. This fact is further confirmed when he starts talking. "Star Lord." he replies. He's not complaining that the former catastrope of a situation wasn't brought up. It's not something he'd rather be dwelling upon. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' "I was gonna claim salvage rights on this bucket of junk, but I'm sure you could see the lifesign." Lar can see Peter using his Jetboots to zip down the corridors of the rather large ship expertly, his toggled helmet obscuring his face. But then, the man has had plenty of practice and is an ace pilot himself. "Got any idea what it is? My sensors are all over the place with these asteroids." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I know what it is, yes. And if I were you, I would steer clear of it." Lar replies. "In fact, I would steer clear of this entire ship." Is he really looking out for Star-Lord's well-being, or is he just trying for an excuse to claim all the loot for himself? Hard to tell, without being face-to-face with him.     If Star Lord is paying attention to his sensors, he'd see that the lifesign is now moving. Toward him. Fast. -Very- fast, actually. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' "uh... do I need any special weapons to defend myself here? I brought my usual element guns." Star-Lord states, with just a bit of worry in his voice. Then, he deactivates his Jetboots midair, and does a mid air flip so they're aimed in the other direction now. For a normal human, the sudden acceleration the other way would have crunched bones. However, Star-Lord unsteadily wobbles a bit as he stabilizes his new flight trajectory... and that's it. Definitely more than human. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Uh -no-, you should definitely get ou--" But Lar's voice is cut off when a pair of red lasers lance right past Peter's head and burn into the metal of the ship's walls just ahead of him.     Behind Star Lord is someone he might recognize from that day on Theseus. Yes, that one Daxamite who didn't seem to be phased by Brainiac's little red filter on the sun trick. You know, the one who appeared to have been in some kind of berserk rage. That day, he'd had bigger, stronger targets to wail on. Today, not so much. He glares daggers at Quill. "You...." he growls, his voice filled with rage and his eyes glowing red--yes that means there was definitely more where that just came from. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' "Wonderfu-" Then there are eye lasers, and Peter does a barrel roll mid flight as he dodges down another corridor. He lands, then pulls out his element guns, already covering the corridor in mountains of ice between the berserker and himself as he takes off again, filling the corridor as he goes. It should be enough to slow him down as he burns his way to the Milano, at least. Burn his way, literally. He's heading right for the Milano relative to the ship... and aims his element guns at the wall, and activates a solid wall of flame in front of himself to incinerate his way through the ship. Luckily for Star-Lord, he doesn't need to care about air.... and that ice wall between him and the berserker should keep both of them alive; him alive especially. "Hey, Lar. I might poke some holes in the hull here. You might want to get this guy down from whatever he's trying to do to me. I don't want to have to do any serious damage to him." Cocky little space semi-pirate, isn't he? 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "You will pay for the lives you took on Theseus!!" The older Daxamite shouts as he tears after Star Lord. The ice only serves to slow him, but it'll be enough for now--otherwise he probably would've been toast by then. While he does manage to melt his way through metal to get the Milano faster, that would also give his pursuer a faster route to him as well.     Lar rolls his eyes. He really is cocky. "That's the -least- of our worries right now. You need to get your ship and jump to hyperspace -immediately-. I'm on my way, I'll see if I can keep him occupied." There's a hiss and a pop as the ice wall right behind him cracks and melts from the thermal vision. Uh-oh, looks like the cold void of space doesn't bother this guy. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' "Theseus? Don't remember it. I go all over the galaxy, pal." Star-Lord teases as he sets the Milano to remote... and Mon-El watches as the Milano visibly disengages the airlock... without closing the seal. And then he watches Star-Lord fly right out into space, helmet on, and head for the asteroids clusters at top speed with his jet boots. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     This jab only serves to infuriate the older Daxamite even further. "Terran scum!!" he shouts, and as Star-Lord rockets off toward an asteroid cluster, Del tears after him, intent on ripping him apart.     Lar mutters. << The hell do you think you're doing?! Trying to get yourself killed? I told you to get out of here! >> Grumbling, he flies after them, and tries to get his brother's attention by using their native tongue. "Del! Stop this! Revenge won't bring any of them back!" 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:''' Another ship approaches. This one has more in common with an average size freighter ship albeit slightly refurbished and abit coloful with various painted artworks and gaudy decorations on it indicating the galactic travels it has under taken and the sights it has seen. Within the large cockpit, largely allowing the ship to traverse on autopilot, is one colossal blue behemoth. Steroid Smurf to some. Gigas to others. He grumbles, arguing with his onboard computer system as a flurry of beeps and whistles resounds back at him in contrast to the rumbling reverb of his voice. "Yes, yes, I know I didn't get him on Earth. For the last time..to many Terrans around! No I can't give the money back. I have already spent it! Yes it was embarrassing. I think I am going to have to have your personality circuits cleaned.." Gigas stops as he notes the other ship as well as the tracking indicating the presence of Lars. A few more beeps draws his attention to the docked Milano and Gigas curiously hums before remembering who the ship belongs to. "Ahh.. Hmm..wait here.." A moment later and Gigas has set the Gigantes into a waiting position and has leapt from its own airlock to begin rapidly traveling the distance towards one of the airlocks on the patchwork ship. He flickers his comm on as he approaches, "Hello, hello! I am coming in!" 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' Everyone around him is ignored for now... with Star-Lord focusing on making his plan work. The thing about space... is that it's VERY empty, and VERY cold. If you know what you're doing, it's childs play to manipulate it with asteroids around. Especially with a tunnel visioned berserker with no wit to him. As the berserking revenger comes close... and closer... and closer, Star-Lord brings up both element guns, creates a vortex that grabs up a large chunk of rocks, then tosses the rocks at the Daxamite as Star-Lord intentionally slows down for him. That clouds his vision for the real attack; a combination of air and ice and earth that makes a mess... and is directed all over the Damaxite from a distance to encase him from head to toe in disabling amounts of the stuff. By the time he's done, he's hiding in one of the larger asteroids... and the Daxamite has more than enough elemental mess around him to keep his senses from pinpointing Star-Lord immediately as he remote pilots the Milano in their general direction. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Quill doesn't answer Lar. Neither does his brother, as he seems singularly focused on getting at Star-Lord. Figures. And to make matters worse, Gigas just happens to show up. It -had- to be now, did it? Of all times. Before the bounty hunter even disembarks, Lar hails his ship. << If you knew what's good for you, you'd get away and -stay- away. >>     As for Del, he suddenly finds himself encased in a bunch of ice. And given that space is cold, that makes the ice even more effective. Still, he eventually breaks out of it. But fortunately for Quill, some of these asteroids do have some lead in them, and that prevents him from getting spotted immediately. At least not before Lar arrives and grabs him by the arm. "Brother, please--calm down...you--I don't want you to end up at Takron-Galtos." 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:''' With chaos and confusion of the fight in sight now, Gigas lands atop a floating chunk of rock and perches that briefly. He had heard the comm communication from Lars just before departing his ship and he just clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and continued on with his movements. <<What goes on here?>> he finally intones into the open communication lines. Audible for anyone to hear and answer if they see fit. He doesn't move in to the attack just yet but he peers closely at the elemental chaos and the struggle of the..two individuals therein? He looks confused and straightens up but for the moment holds his position, unsure on if he should go charging in or not. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' It's unfortunate for Del that Peter has been spending more time on Earth... and has bought a few 'modern' guns from the black market dealers specifically for Daxamites. After that whole thing, it seemed like a good idea to have on hand. Unfortunately, Peter didn't think there would be Daxamites out here at all.. so all those guns are on the Milano. Sadface. If one could see his sadface through his helmet, it'd be very sad. Still, Lar distracting him makes for a good escape, and he beelines it for the cargo hold hatch as he flies for it. "Got a Daxamite looking to kill me because I called his people out for going on a murder spree and killed them right back. Just another tuesday in the galaxy, big boy. People don't like being called on their hypocrisy." Peter may be a semi-former pirate, but at least he doesn't pretend to be a saint. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Del struggles against his brother for a few more minutes, but he eventually seems to calm down. Once that happens, Lar finally lets go. He sighs, again questioning his past decisions, like the one where he gave his brother the serum. But what other choice did he have? Let him die? Or maybe he really should be in Takron-Galtos. But for now, he simply watches Del fly off back to that strange patchwork ship he'd previously been on and take off into hyperspace. All right, Lar feels sorry for the guy. But who could blame him, family is family, after all.     "No, it's also because the serum that's keeping him alive is also driving him mad." he replies to Peter. Then he turns back to Gigas. Right, problem number two. It truly is just another Tuesday in the galaxy. "You again." 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:''' "Hmm.." Gigas watches the sudden departure of the ship into Hyperspace. He had been ready to aid Quill but it seems as if the fight has come to a sudden end. "And you let him go? A mad Daxamite is a grave danger. You should know. You know..you would be easier dealt with if you were...less cocky, Mon-El. Perhaps a beatdown would do you some good but.. I am putting my contract to bring you in on hold for now until I find out more.. Or at least, I will let STar-Lord decide. It seems he is the one that is bringing you all to..justice is it?" Gigas swivels, turning his attention to the Milano some distance away. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' "Wait, Prince Charming over here has a /bounty/ on his head? Since when?" Star-Lord speaks in obvious surprise as he hops into the helm for the Milano. It'd take some serious moves to take him on in the Milano, now. "Lar, how in Nova did you manage that feat?!" Star-Lord laughs. LAUGHS! Over the comms, "I have to hear this one." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "You think I don't know that?" Lar quips sharply at Gigas. "But I managed to calm him down, so that's a good sign. If I don't have to send him off to prison I'd rather not. He is my brother, after all..." he sighs. Ugh, right--that contract. "Listen Gigas, you need to go back to Glorith, give her back any downpayment she may have made and tell her you can't do this."     Then Star-Lord starts laughing and calling him 'prince charming'. He isn't sure what exactly that's supposed to mean, other than assuming it's some kind of Terran idiom. He groans. "I didn't -manage- anything..." Eyeroll. Should he really tell Quill about this? Oh, what was the point, he'd just keep grilling. "Glorith is...complicated. And she's probably come up with some new way to coerce me into marrying her. Again." 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:''' "I have been hired to bring him to a..certain beautiful woman named Glorith. However it seems that the matter is complicated." explains Gigas. He then just blinks as Mon-El further explains matters and a certain sort of...understanding dawns on him..especially as he overhears the Prince Charming comment.. And he did hear somewhere that Mon-El is some sort of prince among the Daxamites? "Oh..I see. It all makes sense now. An arranged marriage. You ran away at the ceremony. She is in tears and ravaged with grief. Desperate to get you back she would do anything including pay bounty hunters and mercenaries of quality reputation. Like me. She longs for your love and you have abandoned her." He shakes his head and says, "I am not sure I can get involved in such an affair..." 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' It's probably a good thing that Peter doesn't need to bust a move with his ace piloting... because the Milano would be turned into an anti-matter fireball while he laughed. "And people wonder why I don't settle!" Star-Lord laughs a bit harder, "though I probably shouldn't be talking, what with Kori and me." He coughs a bit as he tries to get his laughter under control. "Prince Charming here is a runaway groom. That's great. I love it. Are the Violets going to get involved? I can totally see them getting involved." There's a pause... "if they do, let me know. I have a tub of popcorn right here." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar immediately regrets having told them about this, as Gigas starts making up a story that Star-Lord gets a real kick out of. "Ugh! No it's not like that at all! She...I was never -supposed- to marry her, it wasn't an -arranged- marriage. She just wants to puppet me around, turn me into her loyal strongman lackey that's all!" Okay, he knows that isn't -completely- true, but he's not going to say that. "Just--like I said, give her back the downpayment, and tell her you can't do it, okay?" he folds his arms. 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:''' "..Only because I helped rescue you and save your life and you owe me a life debt that you will never be able to repay..am I considering what you are saying." says Gigas while pointing at Lars. "I also make it a policy to never get involved in affairs of love and lovers quarrels. I suggest you settle with her before the Protectors of Love get involved." He may mean the Violet Lanterns. It's hard to say with him. His boots ignite and he lifts off of the asteroid he had been perched on - and begins to quickly approach his ship while saying, "We will see what she says. I hate seeing a jilted lover cry." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "She...-doesn't- love me! Like I said, she just wants me to be her lackey." Lar insists, though his tone makes it clear that isn't totally true and he knows it. "Trust me, the last time I tried talking to her, she almost killed my friends."     Ugh, the Violet Lanterns, he'd never even thought about them. Annoyed, he turns away and starts back toward Earth. 

:'''{{#var:1731|Gigas (1731)}} has posed:''' He -did- say something about enslavement or somethign or other. Gigas did sort of gloss that over. Possibly on purpose. Perhaps for all of his brutish behavior..he's not above needling as well just for the fun of it. "I'm not interested in collecting slaves. You are free to go." he says matter of factly while getting into his ship and beginning the process of powering it up for departure. It seems that the matter is dropped. For now. 

:'''{{#var:111|Star-Lord (111)}} has posed:''' "ANY Lantern isn't worth your time." Comes a reply from Peter over the comms, "They're all insane, the Greens most of all." Then the Milano, too, starts to head to Earth, "Oh, got a date Lar? So do I. I'd offer to double date, but Prince Charming needs all the help he can get." 
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11363/Rossum's Research

2020-04-20T04:45:18Z

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|Date of Scene=2020/04/20
|Location=The Foundry
|Synopsis=Lockdown tries to deliver on his contract, only to find out he's been had.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     Once Lockdown had supposedly fulfilled his contract with his client, a Decepticon named Rossum, he had been instructed to return to the Foundry, a lab and refinery facility located on a planet deep in Decepticon-controlled space. It's there that Rossum anxiously awaits the bounty hunter's arrival...as if his life depended on it.     ...well, it was very possible that it -did-.     In fact, as the Tactician is en route to the star system where the lab was located, he receives a transmission from Rossum. << Lockdown, have you secured the data? >> 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' The Tactician has state-of-the-art FTL and sublight engines from across the galactic stage. Cybertronian technology mixes with other galactic technology to create a rather mixed grid. Some jury rigging was required, for sure. As he comes out of a subspace tear to his destination, he's already received a comm transmission. He bursts back on the encrypted frequency he was provided, even as he sets the autopilot to take him into the system, to the lab proper. ((Datachip retrieved. Was stolen and thief ran to a backwater planet called Terra to hide with it. Hunted the Autobot for weeks across the planet. Coming in with it now)) 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     << Perfect. I'll meet you at my office in the west towers. Rossum out. >> The transmission cuts off, as the scientist waits for Lockdown to arrive and make his way up there. The bounty hunter would have no trouble getting in, as he had already been given authorization to enter the facility. 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' The Tactician docked smoothly, and out of the port came Lockdown, who completely ignored all the security as he went by. Lockdown might be authorized, but he was well known for considering the war as a petty squabble he only barely tolerated getting involved in. Anyone who tried to get in his way? They just got a throat grab, and a shove back, "Get out of my way, child." Lockdown grinded out, contempt evident in his voice. He was one of the best bounty hunters in Cybertronian space... but his attitude made working with him to be... an acquired taste. Once he was inside the office, Lockdown pulled the datachip out of a utility chamber in his torso, and tossed it underhanded right to Rossum. "Payment to the usual account." 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     Rossum looks about as anxious as he'd sounded on the comms when Lockdown comes in. He is significantly shorter than Lockdown, with a mostly orange and yellow paintjob, tan-colored faceplates and yellow optics. His helm is equipped with extra lights and scanning equipment befitting a scientist or medic.     "Oh! Lockdown, phew, thank Primus you're here." he says, catching the data drive and nodding. "Yes, yes of course I've already made a downpayment and I'll be sure to get you the rest but first uh---you wouldn't mind sticking around for a few breems while I just make sure everything is in order first, y-yeah?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' "Do what you need to do. You hired me to retrieve the chip, verify it to your sparks content." Lockdown crosses his arms, red eyes watching the Decepticon like a hawk. He doesn't expect to be cheated... but you gotta keep an eye on clients just in case. 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "Thank you, thank you." Rossum nods, looking pretty relieved at this. He knows who Lockdown is, and frankly, he doesn't want to get on his bad side. Though of course there are -much- worse bad sides to be on, which was the reason for this whole thing in the first place.     He takes the drive and sticks it into a nearby workstation, bringing the contents up on a holoscreen...     And stares at it in abject horror, frantically scrolling through the contents. "No...nononononno..." he whispers in a panicked tone, starting to look all the more terrified. Shutting it off he stares at Lockdown. "Y-you! You sold me out, didn't you?!" He glances out the window fearfully, as if expecting someone or something to come after him this instant. "But why, I even gave you a downpayment! Y-you're supposed to be one of the best in galaxy! Reliable. Honorable!" 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' "What in the slag are you talking about? You hired me to retrieve a datachip. I did that. You never said anything about the contents of that chip, therefore, I had no reason to verify anything on it." Lockdown points out, matter of factly. "If the contents of the chip are not to your satisfaction, you have only yourself to blame for not informing me of the contents... or at least giving me a reader to verify the data." Then, Lockdown marches *right up* to Rossum, literally inches away from his face. It would only be more intimidating if it were from Megatron himself. "Blame me for your mistake after I chased an Autobot across an entire primitive planet and nearly slagged my own reputation there in the process, and you'll have worse problems than a data swap." Lockdown warns. 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     Rossum cringes away fearfully when Lockdown becomes angry, pressing himself up against the back wall and bringing his arms up in a defensive posture. "I-I'm sorry! I-I just assumed you would have looked at it anyway and figured the Autobots wouldn't have gone to such lengths to protect, much less -steal-, intel from the -10th cycle-! I know the Rule of Thirds isn't all common sense but I figured at least -that-..."     But Rossum stops himself before he manages to make Lockdown blow a gasket and then his own -head- off. "Vector Sigma..." he says quietly his voice shaking as he stares at the floor. "I'm a dead mech aren't I..." 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' "It wasn't my job to care what was on the chip. Only to retrieve it." Lockdown once again confirms, before he backs off. "I thought it was strange, but I I've heard of worse ciphers." Lockdown notes as he heads back to the center of the office, "I'm happy to negotiate another contract to retrieve the data itself this time. I've got a good idea of where the Autobot is, and I'll know if he tries to leave the planet." A pause... then, "No one else knows about this contract still, you still have time to send me back." 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "..." Rossum looks...moderately relieved at the mention that no one else knows about any of this yet. But, he is still quite distraught. "Okay...okay..." he pauses a moment, trying to calm down.     Finally, he composes himself and looks back up at Lockdown. "Right. Since your reputation precedes you, I'm trusting that you're telling the truth and whatever cursed Autobot stole the data is the one who tricked you. It's not your fault, I-I...it's mine. I didn't want to tell you because I was afraid someone else might pay you off to give it to -them-, and tell them about my--about my failures..." And then they'd tell Megatron, and then he'd be a dead mech. "But I guess I haven't a choice, now."     He sighs deeply, sinking into his chair. "What do you know about phase-sixers, Lockdown? You know, Sixshot, Heretech...Black Shadow?" 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' "I don't betray clients without exceptionally good reasons... like an obvious ambush." Lockdown offers in reply as he moves to sit down in a chair in the office. "I've heard of them, not much else. What do they have to do with anything?" 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "Then you must know they are superwarriors. Built to make a joke out of even the Autobots' strongest soldiers. Sixshot could shred an entire unit in a matter of breeems." Rossum replies, a bit of arrogance even creeping into his voice. "And why, all because of an extremely rare metal...ununtrium. This place, the Foundry, is where the infusions take place. Where they're -made-..." he says, gazing out the window for a moment.     Then back to Lockdown. "It's one of the most important edges we have over the Autobots in this war. What they stole, from -me-, is a series of developmental studies I did toward the beginning of this project. Procedures, methodology, test results...anatomical data on every subject at various relevant points during the experiment. And most importantly, the locations of all currently known and potential ununtrium deposits in throughout the galaxy--as sparse as they may be. The bottom line is if whoever stole this manages to get all this information into the hands of their superiors, they will have -all- the information they need to create their -own- phase sixers..."     He trembles a bit at this, no longer looking proud. "That's why they didn't just do the typical subspace transmission, it's too -important-. They couldn't risk someone else intercepting it. And I'm sure they wanted to make sure we had -no- idea until their first subject was ready so they could ambush us..."     "Lockdown, I -cannot- let that happen." The scientist says desperately. "I -need- you to find that data and make sure it -never- gets to Prime, Prowl, or any of their command structure. Destroy it if you have to! I'll even pay you double, I promise...you have to understand, if Megatron finds out about this, he'll send the Justice Division after me..."     And if Lockdown has been working with the Decepticons for any significant amount of time, he'd know the DJD have a habit of taking great amusement in finding the most agonizing and sadistic ways to destroy those who have either committed treachery or have failed the cause in a big way... 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' Given that most of Lockdown's contracts come from the Decepticons, and that he's likely run into the Justice Division *himself* during the war, it's safe to say he's well aware of it. "So, find the Autobot, get him to talk." Lockdown continues, "Find the data, retrieve or destroy it." 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     Rossum nods quickly. "Yes, yes...whatever you can do to make sure he does not deliver it to Command." But he frowns. "You said you'd know if the Autobot tries to leave the planet, but if he cheated you it's likely -he- was waiting for -you- to leave the planet before taking action, which you already have...which leads to me to believe we may b-be...too late..." he admits, again looking terrified. "But if that's the case, why hasn't he left yet?" This quandary is puzzling him, and he doesn't like not knowing their game plan one bit.     "Which Autobot was it, anyway?" He's not sure if that would mean anything to him, but maybe. "Did you recognize him?" 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' "I can't access their military comms obviously, but unless he has cloaking technology better than mine, I'll know when he tries to leave." Lockdown grinds his mouth as he thinks, "He's one of the younger Autobots. Blurr. He's one of those children who thinks their only trick is all they need." Then, Lockdown stands up, starting to head to the door, "Half now, half on delivery. Doubled, as agreed." Lockdown states as he heads for the door... then, he looks back to Rossum, "Anything I should know before I take subspace back to the dump?" 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "You shouldn't need to, if they were planning on using a subspace transmission they would have done so, and I'd already be dead because there's no way Soundwave would miss that. But..." Rossum rubs his head. "Why in the name of Primus would they take it to some middle of nowhere system like Sol? Why wouldn't they just take it straight to hub-command? Slag it, it doesn't make any -sense-..." He shakes his head. "I don't like this. I don't like this at -all-."     Then his optics widen at the mention of Blurr. "Blurr?" Oh, -slag-. "Oh frag...-frag-...right. Of course they would send -him- after something like this!" The scientist mutters, pacing frantically for a few seconds. Finally, he stops at the door where Lockdown is. "Look, I know you think he's as good as a protoform, but you should know he didn't just happen. The Senate didn't just make him a perfect racer, it was only supposed to -look- that way. It was more like they were trying to find a way to create their own 'Outliers'. Ones they could control." He turns, going back to sit at his desk. "Don't ask me how I know that." 
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11358/True Friends

2020-04-19T07:48:41Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     So! After that whole situation with Lockdown and Pixie in the subway tunnels, Blurr has -questions-. Lots of questions. Especially regarding the fact that Shannon had apparently stumbled across something he had been hoping -no one- would stumble across.     Not long after the incident, Shannon would spot him pulling up to the school again late one night, that sleek custom looking form unmistakeable to her. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Well, at least Shannon wasn't grounded this time. However, if Blurr were to scan her at all, he might note some damage to her left shoulder, that seemed to be repairing itself a bit faster than one might expect with most organics. She does seem to be favoring that side ever so slightly as she heads outside, in her dark blue jeans, caramel suede boots, and cream tunic sweater. Her smile lights up her face and she waves, setting off at a light jog to go out and meet him.      "Hey you... didn't think I'd ever see you again! Everything okay?" 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     As Shannon approaches, there is that telltale shimmer of light when the holomatter materializes right outside of Blurr's vehicle form. As per usual, it resembles a blond teenager.     "Really? Why's that?" The avatar questions, as Blurr does a quick scan of the immediate area to see if anyone else is out and about. "Look um...we need to talk. Somewhere private. I'm assuming you have a hab suite of some kind in there?" he asks, as the projected teen glances toward the school. "I can use this in there. As long as it's in range." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Shannon rubs her temples lightly, musing on what to say. "I do have a dorm in there... hab suite, you'd say. But they're pretty picky about the rules against genders mixing before a certain age. I could get in a whole lot of trouble, letting you in there." Thankfully, nobody else seems to be in the immediate vicinity, and even if anyone /was/ around, they'd be well out of earshot.      Smiling lightly, Shannon reaches out as if to touch the avatar's shoulder briefly. "It sounded a lot like you were cutting ties the last time I saw you, with that bounty hunter acting up and his gun all in my face and Megan's... yeah. Wasn't sure if you'd be back." 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     The avatar gives Shannon a puzzled look when she explains the bit about genders mixing. Huh? Terrans were just weird. Oh well. It didn't seem like anyone else was out here within hearing range, anyway, as he had just finished the scan. He was a little concerned someone might get suspicious if she stayed out here too long, though. So he would try to make this quick.     "Well I was going to, honestly, but then you said you found a device at Club Evolution. Shannon, I -need- to know what was done with that device. Where is it?"     He lowers his voice. "It's extremely important that no one else knows. And that Lockdown -doesn't- get his hands on it. Or anyone native who can read Neocybex for that matter." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "The last I saw, the device was with Sam Guthrie. There's been no sign of... oh, Lockdown is the bounty hunter's name? Huh." A little smile curls the girl's lips upwards, and she shakes her head. "The only one I know of who could read that writing is Doug, and he's had his hands full with other things for a while now. Beyond that, Megan knows about the device's existence, and has a very general idea about the situation, but I couldn't tell her anything specific."      A soft chuckle escapes Shannon, though, and she tilts her head. "There was a little being we were chasing down, though, when we found you and Lockdown duking it out. She terms it a 'fairy', and both of us were wondering if there's any chance that it could have become trapped in your cockpit somehow?" 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "Sam Guthrie, was the one who was with you when we met before?" Blurr asks. "Do you know where he put it?" he sighs. "Just make sure the puts it somewhere safe, and doesn't tell -anyone- else where it is. Well, except me, when the time comes. I have to retrieve it as -soon- as Lockdown leaves the planet, and get it where it needs to be -before- he..." But he doesn't finish, shaking his head.     "...fairy?" Another puzzled look. "Uh, I don't know, what does it look like? How small are we talking?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon shakes her head and shrugs. "Beats me what this specific one looks like. I remember seeing something green and glowing heading your way during the fight. Fairies... they're usually depicted in Earth mythology as humanoid, with wings like Megan has. Just usually a LOT smaller than us... like, one can fit in the palm of our hand or smaller." Thinking for a moment, Shannon nods. "I sent a message to him while you and Lockdown were having it out. He's likely got it hidden by now. I'd talk to him real soon, though...." 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     Palm of a Terran hand? "Well Primus that's pretty slagging tiny." Blurr remarks. "Sorry, but since I don't know anything about the things, I'd have no way of detecting it." He doesn't seem very concerned about it. Unless... "It's not dangerous, is it?"     "I don't know, I'd rather wait until Lockdown leaves the planet in case he's got some way to monitor transmissions. I'd feel a lot more comfortable if he could tell you where it is, then you could tell me later, in the same way we're talking right now..."     "Oh and also." He pauses briefly. "What the smelt was that teleporting scrap did you do that?!" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      "We're talking about Sam Guthrie here. Chances are pretty good that the next thing to happen is one of us relaying the chip to you from the club. Especially since he's the manager there." Shannon smiles a little, running her fingers through her hair. "Oh... as for the portal, I didn't do that. That was Megan. It's part of her mutation. She was trying to get you or us to safety." 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "No! Don't give it to me yet--we have to keep it hidden until Lockdown leaves the planet. -Then- I'll need to retrieve it as quickly as possible." Blurr reiterates.     "Oh? She can teleport people?" Huh. "Wow, didn't know there were Terrans who could do that. That's pretty neat. Well tell her thanks, it got me out of a predicament, but maybe next time she could warn me?" 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Nodding slowly, Shannon smiles at Blurr. "Got it. I'll talk to Sam directly, then. Next to nothing for Lockdown to monitor from wherever he is. No tech."      Her smile widens as Blurr seems to share, if only for a brief moment, her everyday amazement at the wild array of gifts that she sees on a regular basis. "You'd be surprised what some mutants like Megan and I can do. There's some with the power of magnetism... some with telepathy... some like Doug that you've seen who have a command of all languages--though he's the only one I know of who's that strong. There's teleporters, telekinetics, and even a rare few healers. And even among those, there's variants among similarly-themed gifts. As many of us mutants as there are, there equally as many different types of gifts. It's pretty amazing to me sometimes when I think about it."      She grins and nods at Blurr's request to relay to Megan, chuckling softly. "You got it." 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "Okay." The avatar nods, looking a fair bit less stressed than when he first appeared. It seems she has been able to put most of his worries to rest. "Thanks, Shannon."     "Heh, sounds a lot like the Outliers back home." he remarks at the mention of mutants and the vast array of different abilities they have. "The Senate couldn't stand them, because they didn't 'fit' into their little system and couldn't be put on remote control..." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:''' Shannon smiles some and nods. "Yeah, unfortunately humankind isn't so nice to mutants sometimes, either." She sighs softly, shaking her head. "On one hand, it's kind of nice to know we've got more in common than different. On the other hand, I wish it wasn't the prejudice against that which differs from the 'norm'." 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, I don't think it was because they were different or not normal, it was more of the fact that because they didn't fit into the system, they couldn't be controlled like everyone else. They were unknowns, inexplicable." Blurr replies. "I mean, -I'm- different from the rest of my kind, but they didn't hate me...because they made me so they could control me unlike the others."     A pause. "Ahem, anyway. You should probably get back to your hab. Someone might get suspicious." 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      Nodding in agreement, the winged teen smiles some at Blurr. "Yeah, probably a good idea." There's a pause, where Shannon seems to regard Blurr for a few long moments. "The only thing that really sucks about this is not getting to see my friend very often." She steps back, wrapping her good arm around her midsection, smiling somewhat. "You -are- missed, you know." 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "...really?" Blurr actually seems surprised by this admission. "I think that's the first time another species said that about me. At least, the first in -very- long time."     Air passes through his vent systems in a sound akin to a sigh. "I dunno, maybe after all of this is over, I can visit with you on a more...friendly basis."     "If you see Lockdown hanging around though, or if he shows up and starts terrorizing people, definitely let me know." With that, the avatar despawns, and he exits the parking area, heading back out to the road. 

:'''{{#var:8765|Shannon (8765)}} has posed:'''      The young woman seems to brighten at this, and she nods. "That'd be great if you could, when all this is over. That'll be something to look forward to." With that, she turns and heads back towards the mansion, her mood considerably lightened. True friends were far and few between, and this was one she didn't care to see the last of anytime soon! 
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11357/A Bounty Hunter Keeps His Word

2020-04-19T02:09:53Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lockdown had given his word to the Legion that he would show them what's on that data stick he is so intent to get from Blurr, and being a bounty hunter, making good on his word without fail is kind of an important thing in order to keep contracts coming.     So, th Legion had recently received a transmission from the Cybertronian, requesting permission to dock at the cruiser and come aboard to do as he had promised. Given the size discrepancies, the meeting would be held in the hangar bar, so that he could at least sit comfortably... 

:'''{{#var:1699|Cosmic Boy (1699)}} has posed:''' Cosmic Boy walks out from the bridge, and shakes his head. "Looks like we had a signal from Lockdown. I guess we'll have to meet in the docking bay since he is...well, large." Cos shakes his head again, and looks concerned. "Well, I'm on my way then. Seems like we're promising to help...I guess." Cos doesn't say much more. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Whaddup Rokk and Roll?" Drake blinks his way around a corner in a blur of blue light before he starts striding side by side with him. "You saw the blip also? Greeeat. This guy has the social cues of a doorknob by the way." A grin forms over his face as he gives his friend's shoulder a playful bump. "I guess we can greet 'em together and do the whole good cop and bad cop routine." 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' Brin's a few steps behind Roc and Drake. "So what's the deal?" the Zoonian yawns, bereft of snacks to chow down on. Somebody moved his cotton candy...wait that was Brin when he was restless. He's made his way with them from working outt. Who knew 'Lone. Wolf.' was a good way to get the timing down forr reps? it is So Brin drops back a few paces and listens. "We're meeting in the hangar. Did I dress too casual?" he asks, wearing his usual costume. Because that's all Brin has for height of formal fashion. God, no. The Hawaiian shirt is never, ever, ever seeing the light of day ever again. Just....no. And if he wears khakis, and sandals, the Legion can just beat him to a pulp. 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' It isn't often that galactic races outside of Cybertronian space seem Cybertronian technology in action that isn't turning a planet into a warzone. Today... will mark the first time the Legion has ever seen a Cybertronian cruiser in action, and doesn't have it's weapons hot to shoot at them. Given the size difference, it wouldn't take much for the Tactician to *RAM* the Legions cruiser, either. So, when a gigantic (by non-Cybertronian standards) 'cruiser' of advanced design decloaks directly in front of the Legion cruiser, it would have been very scary, if not for the advanced warning. Once permission was given though, the Tactician was very graceful, and moved over to the docking port at the hangar bay. In the bridge, Lockdown set the automatic docking protocol, and set himself over to the main docking umbilical, immediately opening the hatch once the seal was confirmed. Anyone near the hatch would notice a sudden gust of wind as atmosphere rushed into the seal; a clear indicator there was no actual atmosphere on the Tactician at the time, but not bad enough that the air wasn't filling in already. Out of the port comes Lockdown, a black and purple seventeen foot tall two ton war machine... and it's red eyes scan the area as it walks inside. Cosmic Boy would probably easily mistake the robot for a custom Sentinel if he didn't know better already. "Nice place. Cozy for organics." Lockdown grinds out, his metallic voice easily hard in reverb. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "We haven't made any promises." Lar clarifies to Rokk as the Legion gathers in the hangar bay to await Lockdown's arrival. He chuckles at Drake. "Do I get to be the bad cop?" he jokes.     "Lockdown said he would shows the data he was after once he'd succeeded in...appropriating it." he answers Brin.     The Daxamite floats up those seventeen some feet to come eye-to-optic with Lockdown. "I take it you successfully retrieved your quarry?" he asks. 

:'''{{#var:1699|Cosmic Boy (1699)}} has posed:''' "Hey Drake. Good idea. Yeah, I saw it." Cosmic Boy starts walking towards the hanger. "Social cues...well he is a robot right? I read the report, but it is kind of...vague about them, even from our computers. I would think in the 31st century, we'd have more information." Cos smiles at the "bump". "So...who is good cop and who is bad cop? I always have to be good cop..." Looking over his shoulder, Cos smiles, and nods. "Hey Brin. Looks like we got a visitor of the Cybertronian persuasion. And you didn't dress too casually. Lockdown is a guest, so it should be fine. Just be ready, just in case. If he's metal, it shouldn't be a problem, but who knows." Cos was always so...serious. "Right Lar. You can be bad cop." Looking up at Lockdown as they all arrive in the hanger, Cosmic Boy nods, and smiles. "Welcome to the Legion Cruiser, Lockdown. I've heard a lot about you." 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' Brin pulls open a pouch and chews on an Earth-sourced candy bar just to allay his nerves. See. Brin's on edge with the Cybertronian. He...sorta helped Blur. Which is something Brin's absolutely not telling to Lockdown. Nope. Not in the least... Mostly since Brin doesn't think his claws will go through that metal. Rather not find out, either. "Good cop, bad cop, wolfy cop" Brin says between bites, balling the wrapper up and pocketing it in the pouch again. Brin sets his feet and watches. He's not sure how useful he'll be in talking, but....sure he can give it a shot, sure 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Can I be indifferent cop? The one who sits there and just sips a coffee staring at the clock because he wants to go home?" Drake says with a grin. "You two can work out the bad cop and good cop. But if you guys start throwing punches, I'm running. I can't beat up robots that turn into Mustangs. Maybe if I had a blowtorch or something." "You can't be wolfy cop, you can be the K-9 companion though." He says teasingly, bouncing ahead a few paces before he can get socked. "Yo! What's up Lockdown? Where's the clock at in the hangar?" 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' Brin isn't going to sock Drake. he learned his lesson last time, sheesh. Instead he eyes Drake. "So, under the table, and pay attention and sniff the floor? Yoou guys are so mean. Just cause I'm a Zoonian" Brin mock glares. "So" he shrugs, serious tone. Let me know how I can help" he nods to Lockdown, and seriously debates getting a ladder to climb up and be eye to eye with Lockdown, though he floats upwards to join Lar at about...give or take, 17 feet or so. Brin's just staying there, casually waiting like it's an everyday occurrence to suddenly fly and see giant robots... 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' "I successfully convinced Blurr not to turn this planet into a warzone over his data." Lockdown clarifies. "As I said... I'll engage a holo-projector to let you view the data on it, but you'll have to slag me if you want to take the chip itself." Lockdown notes, before he walks into the middle of the hangar proper. Of course, it sounds exactly like what you'd expect a two ton war machine would sound like when it walks; loud and hard. Once he's in the direct middle, his right hand moves down to the side of his leg, and put pops a 'holster' from the side, which he pulls a device from... and aims it in front of himself. "Just so I'm clear, you never saw this." Lockdown adds on as a note as he engages the hologram projector, showing the contents to everyone. 

:'''{{#var:1699|Cosmic Boy (1699)}} has posed:''' Cosmic Boy looks over at Mon El and takes a small step back, letting him take the lead. It was hard, but it was right. After all, Mon El had the most experience here...and he was the Legion Leader. With a nod to Drake and Timber Wolf, Cos looks back at Lockdown, and nods slightly at his words. Cos slightly chuckles at "wolfy cop" and shakes his head at Drake and Brin Teenagers...wait...weren't they all? Well, mostly anyway. "Take over Lar. I'll be here if you need me." He watches Lockdown take out the holoprojector and watches. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar chuckles at Drake. "Sure you can be indifferent cop. And let's hope it doesn't come to that." He remarks with regard to getting into a fight.     "I was just kidding about the bad cop thing." he says, smirking at Cos.     He nods, watching Lockdown get out the datastick and project its contents. As the data is scrolled through, he frowns, then quirks a brow a bit, not quite sure what to make of it. "Interesting...looks like whoever your client is, they're quite the history buff?"     He'd make that comment because much of it is very ancient. Decepticon patrol routes from millions of Earth years ago, and...uh...a bunch of romance novels and vids that were published even -before- that. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I'm glad you were able to convince Blurr that this -definitely- wouldn't be worth bringing the war to Earth for." he adds. Well, that is, unless there was something else hidden here that he's not seeing. Or it has some other value he knows nothing about, given how little he knows about Cybertronian culture and history. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Uh.." Drake says as he squints his eyes at the data, rubbing the back of his neck. "Wait... you guys were beating the crap out of each other in the city over ... sex novels? Seriously? Can you guys even hook up? I guess you just plus a USB cable into one port and .. you know what? I don't want to know." He pauses. "..... No.. I kinda wanna know.." He trails off. 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' "I was hired to do a job, and I did it." Lockdown indifferently replies to Drake, "Someone is willing to pay top credit and some Energon to retrieve this. Why? I've got no idea, but I wasn't paid to keep this from the eyes of others." Once the skim is dealt with, Lockdown puts the projector back into it's leg holster, and it retracts back into his leg, "Our method of reproduction is very not sexual." His red eyes look to Drake then, narrowing just slightly, "Doesn't take a supercomputer to figure out that we have vivid imaginations, just like Terrans though." Then, a few moments later, "Also, we don't have crap. That's gross organic waste I want nothing to do with." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar shrugs at Drake's questions. He honestly has no idea either, and unlike Drake, isn't curious.     "I guess so." he remarks to Lockdown about the nature of the data. "Well I suppose that's it, then. The sooner you can get back to your client and off this planet the better. Unless there was anything else you wanted to speak to us about?" 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "I'm sure if we lined up our fan fictions next to each other, fourteen year old girls obsessed with Harry Potter would still crush yours." Drake says as he pops a bubble between his lips after cramming in three pieces of gum into his mouth. "You may not crap, but I'm sure you need your oil changed once in awhile." He drawls out with a waggle of his brows. "But, I guess this is it. The big dramatic reveal. Super yawnworthy." 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' "There was." Lockdown continues, his eyes watching Mon-El. "It's clear that Terra below has no idea about us Cybertronians, or they're keeping our existence a secret." His crosses his gigantic metallic arms, "Cybertronians are gonna be here, but there doesn't seem to be any sort of official policy or response to them on this planet." Lockdown shrugs, a metallic grinding evident from it, "I know I'm coming back here to refuel my Energon tanks, but whether or I come back secretly or as a visitor..." His eyes narrow slightly at Mon-El, "Well, That depends on your answer, I suppose." Then, Lockdown looks back to Drake, "We're not so primitive that we need oil for anything other than Energon conversion. Our chassis is very advanced, and handles it's own maintenance." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "That is a matter you'd have to take up with Terran authorities. The Legion isn't exactly one of them. We help defend this planet and others against threats both terrestrial and extraterrestrial, but we're not exactly politicians." Lar answers. Now if this were Daxam, it'd be different. But it wouldn't concern the rest of the team. Just him. "In fact, most of us are not actually Terrans, including myself."     He glances at Drake. "Drake is though, so maybe he can tell you more about Terran culture and politics. What is it these days, the United Nations, right?" 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Dude, I played video games all day. I barely know I live in the United States." Drake says with a laugh. "But, yeah, we got a United Nations sorta thingy with all the countries. I don't know how they handle diplomacy with aliens though. I guess you'd have to have a conversation with the world leaders. That's way out of my paygrade, but I do have Tony Stark's phone number. Talking to him I think would be a good first step." 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' "United Nations. I've heard about them in my monitoring, but accounts differ wildly if they're useless or the go to for planetary government. It's seriously weird how many nation states these people have.. but I suppose when you're primitive with no concept of how the universe works, everyone thinks they're the center of the universe." Lockdown sighs, before he turns around, heading back to the airlock. "Send me a way to contact this 'Tony Stark' and I'll set something up. This United Nations thing will probably be a dead end." "And remember, if you need a bounty hunter or mercenary, you've got my subspace frequency now." Lockdowns version of advertisement, it seems. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     The airlock opens to allow Lockdown back to his ship. "Drake, could you get him the information?" Lar asks, glancing to his teammate. "Guess we'll just find out later how -that's- going to go." With that, he turns to leave the hangar. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, yeah, I'll do that thing I do." Drake says as he watches the doors shut behind the Transformer, then follows after his best friend, giving a long stretch of his body. "I'm also gonna read me some robot car romance novels tonight. Vroom vroom." 
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11243/Hakuna Matata, Right

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|Date of Scene=2020/03/25
|Location=Legion Cruiser - Ship Interior
|Synopsis=Drake and Lar talk about the past, the present, and the future.
|Cast of Characters=954,1353
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar is currently on the bridge of the cruiser, perusing reports and scan data in search of anything relevant to the whole Cybertronians on Earth issue. This situation is a bit more concerning to him than he's letting on to everyone else...especially given what Lockdown had said about fuel sources. Was it really true, or was he just saying that to get them to cooperate with him? 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' Heading on to the bridge is Drake, giving a loud yawn into his hand. "Hey man!" He calls over to him as he flops down into a seat next to him, poking his nose over into his business. "Whatcha up to? It's still weird you know, living on a space ship." He says with grin to him. "Sometimes I don't know if it's night or day." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, hey Drake." Lar greets with a nod as Drake comes over and looks at what he's doing. He doesn't seem to mind it. "I'm just looking over some scan data, see if we can't learn more about this odd situation..."     "If you would prefer to go back to your residence planetside, feel free to." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Nah. I like it up here. It's way more chill and less noisy than New York. Fewer gunshots too." Drake says as he peeks over at the data, propping his chin up in the palm of his hand. "So, what do you know about these Cybertrons or whatever? Do they always turn into cars? Which I think is weird seeing how Earth invented cars." He admits. "So a bunch of alien cars just came to Earth and was like ... woah! We got cousins or something?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar nods. "Fair enough. I do come out to space myself sometimes to get away from the noise." Especially since he has to actively tune out everything he -isn't- trying to listen to most of the time to avoid sensory overload.     "Like I said earlier, they're a race of what are essentially AI advanced enough to be called sentient. Most of them are militant and they've been at war with each other for millennia. The rest of the galaxy usually doesn't want anything to do with them, given their propensity for destroying stuff."     "I'm not sure exactly on that," he admits to that last question. "I think they can turn into any piece of technology they can scan or adapt to. So I assume they just adapted to what they saw on Earth." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Imagine if one of them turned into a ..." Drake trails off with a lopsided grin. ".. nevermind. Either way, I dunno man. I don't trust either of them. They need to just peace off our rock and go hang out on Jupiter and chase each other. As he leans back into his chair, he tucks his arms behind his head and gives a flex of his chest to pop a few joints, followed by a noisy yawn. He looks like he could use a good work out to shake everything loose. "But, screw those guys if all they do is blow shit up. Can we just EMP them or something and take 'em to the recycling bin?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I don't either, and I agree. I wish they would leave, but it sounds like that won't happen." Lar replies. "That is, if there's a drop of truth to what this Lockdown said."     He frowns. "But there has to be a reason why his target is hiding here on Earth, of all the planets out there in the galaxy."     A sigh and a shake of his head. "I wish it were that simple. I can't pretend to understand technology that advanced. I mean, COMPUTO tried to mimic them, which means they may even be beyond Brainiac." Good thing Querl is not there to hear him say that. "Not sure if our EMPs would have any effect on them." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Well, get a heavy ass magnet, strap it to a rocket ship and send them off. Science I'm sure still works against them." Drake laughs at hte visual of a couple of Transformers magnetized to a rocket. Team Rocket's blasting off agaaaa--- "Eh. But whatever. It's not like it's Thanos right?" He says with a teasing grin. "But it keeps things at least exciting around here!" Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a sealed bag of Jelly Belly's and tugs it open, then holds it out to him. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Except you're forgetting the fact that a magnet strong enough to hold one of them would also be strong enough to hold anything -else- metal that Terrans might be using. Or you know, us." Lar chuckles. "Don't underestimate people, though. I underestimated COMPUTO..." he sighs. "You saw where that got me."     "But who knows, maybe they'll be civil. Maybe they'll work with us. Probably not, given their reputation, but one can hope." He peers at the open bag. "'Jelly Belly'?" He questions, reading the label and plucking one out. "I assume this is some kind of candy." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "It's the best candy. This is sour cherry." Drake says as he pops one into his mouth to chew on it happily. "It's one of the longest running companies of candy in the States. Based in California where I'm from. My area. I used to take tours of the factory as a kid. Was so bright and colorful." As he eats the dark red candies, he chuckles at the memories for a moment before he shakes his head, glancing out the window to stare into space. "I miss my mom. She used to take me. I wish she never left.. or at least took me with her." He sighs out heavily in his chest. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar nods, giving the one he'd picked out a try. "Heh, it is good. I'm not surprised it's been around for a long time."     Then the conversation moves toward -that- topic. The hard one...family. "Did you ever hear from her again?" he asks, his thoughts going back to his own difficult experiences with family. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "No. Dad hit her a few times too hard and she said she was sick of his shit and she was leaving. She just left. One bag and that was it. Probably went to her mom's in Oklahoma." Drake says as he continues to stare out the window, shoulders drooping. "I loved her so much. I just .. wished she loved me .. as much as I did." Wrinkling his nose upwards, he waves his hand in the air to try and clear it away. Shoo bad memories. Shoo. "It doesn't matter now though, right? I got all the love I need right here." He says as he butts his shoulder against his. "Got the brother I always wanted." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar gives Drake's shoulder a squeeze. A gentle one, hopefully. "Well, you know how I feel about my own family." he says with a sigh. "But who knows? Maybe one of these days, you'll get reunited with her. Maybe you'd find it in yourself to forgive her. I'm sure she'd accept it if you did. Not sure I could say the same for mine, though." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "I don't know if I'm even mad at her. I just want to know why." Drake says as he offers him a quick smile on his face. "But, it doesn't matter now. That's my past. Hakuna Matata, right?" He blows some hair away from his face. "I think we have totally different family issues though, but at the end of the day, we gotta focus on what's best for us. So, anyways, enough with the Drake pity party." He chuckles. "Besides big robots, what else is on our agenda?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Oh, well even better then. Maybe you'll find her one day, and you could ask her then." Lar replies. "We could even help you do that, if you wanted." After all, 31st century space craft technology, and all that. "That's true." he admits at the part that their family issues are very different.     He moves back over to the console at the last question. "Uh..." he seems uncertain about the answer. "N-nothing, really. I don't know if anyone else is still trying to find Brainiac...but I figure he wants to be left alone for now." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Maybe he and Lyle are off on some type of weird alien honeymoon." Drake says as he gives a twirl on the chair, then hops up to his feet to follow after him. "You know, we could always do another recruiting event. Didn't we interview a guy once who was a yodeler?" He asks with a grin. "I bet we can find that guy and give him a second chance." Lobbing in another jelly bean into his mouth, he chews on it happily as he savors the sweet sour taste of candy. "Do you at least feel better though from the other day when we talked? At least a little bit?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar looks up from the screen and peers curiously at Drake. "Huh? Which moon is that? I do not recall any moon, planet, or planetoid in the Sol system called 'Honey'. Unless you have been studying the galactic community more than you said you would. Did Querl say something to you about that before he left?"     He considers the suggestion about another recruiting event. "Maybe, but I doubt we'd give 'the Yodeler' a second chance. Still, maybe at least Grail won't decide to show up." he makes a face at the thought of her.     Another sigh at that last bit. "I don't know, Drake. I guess. I think this sort of thing is something I'll be in for the long haul, but you've been a huge help for sure. I just hope that someday, somehow, I'll be able to reconcile with my family." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Geezus, Lar. Turn a damn TV on at least once in your life and binge on junk so you can at some point catch up with us. Honeymoon is a vacation that two people go on when they get married, or when they wanna bang like rabbits for awhile and not deal with other people. You know they were dating, right?" Drake says with a laugh. Taking out another jelly bean, he flicks the bean about his fingers a bit as it travels along his knuckles. "Why do you want to reconcile with them? You don't need their approval. You are your own man now. A hero. They should be on their hands and knees trying to get you on their good side." He flicks the bean towards him, chest high in a lazy arc, as if one was passing a basketball. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Oh." Lar says when Drake explains, his face flushing a bit in mild embarrassment at his lack of knowledge of Terran culture. "Hey, I didn't grow up here like Superman did. And I spent a thousand years in the Phantom Zone." he says, smirking with mock defensiveness. "It takes a toll on you, when you're stuck there for that long. Plus, I haven't exactly had the best of luck when it comes to dating...you know this." It's the truth, really.     "I know I don't -need- their approval. But that doesn't mean I don't want it. The truth is I'm eventually going to have to take responsibility for leading my people. You know, since my parents decided to make -me- the heir to the throne instead of my brother. They..." he sighs again. "They need someone who can show them a better way. That's why I can't be with Kara. That's why I can't just forget about them. That's why--" He shakes his head. "Never mind, you wouldn't understand. Lot of politics." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "I think you being with Kara though is probably better for both of your people. It would show unity between two families. You and her can both assure the other side that the bullshit can drop and you all can live in peace and co-exist. I think what you're doing is making a million excuses of why you can't be happy because you're afraid of being let down." Drake points out to him, flicking another jelly bean at his friend. "You also don't need to lead your people. Not if you don't want to. There is /always/ someone else next in line, whether it's by blood or by force, or by vote. You can do whatever you want, Lar. Take initiative if need be. Just say you don't want it and get the people to vote on a new leader that they trust. I also don't care about politics. I'm an anarchist at heart." He jokes. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I've always appreciated your optimism, Drake." Lar chuckles a little and catches the jelly bean. "I know it sounds simple, and maybe it is. But it's definitely not as easy as you're making it seem. Putting a long history of prejudice behind us isn't going to just happen with one marriage. I just don't know if they're ready for that yet."     He slumps a little bit at that last bit, staring at the ceiling. "That's just it. I'm not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, I don't want the responsibility, but on the other, I know it would be selfish of me to refuse. They are my people, and if I want things to get better, if I want them to -be- better, then how can I abandon the opportunity to do something about it?" 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "You wouldn't be abandoning them if you are setting them up for success by allowing them to /decide/ for themselves. Like an actual democracy." Drake says as he gives a twirl in his seat, taking another jellybean into his mouth. "But nothing is easy, Lar, but if you do not try, then you will always be trapped in this never ending unierse of what ifs. Either you get off the toilet and pull your pants up, or you squeeze your cheeks and drop a deuce. You can't just keep sitting there not knowing what's gonna happen." He's so good at using toilets for confidence boosting. "Look, easy question to ask. Do you still love Kara, yes or no?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Eyes widen a bit at the idea of basically changing the entire system of government. "You're suggesting I tell them to change the entire system?" It is odd, in light of all the crazy and bold things he's done as a Legionnaire, that he's so hesitant when it comes to challenging the status quo at home. The past is a complicated thing.     "I--" he stammers a bit at the question about Kara. "Of course I do..." he admits, averting his gaze as if ashamed to say it. "I'll never stop loving her..." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Yes, I'm asking you to think critically and do what is best for your people. You obviously do not want to lead and to be honest, I'd hate to see you the President of Candy Land with the lack of confidence that you have." Drake says bluntly. "You're having issues just leading this team. So there is no way you can effectively lead an entire nation and not go crazy. So, talk to them. Ask them what they want to do. If they have people in place that can lead and ensure your people will be safe, then go with that. Test it out. Give them a chance to be independent." Drake takes another jelly bean out of the bag. "And once you have that in place, you tell Kara that you love her. Tell her that she's the most beautiful star in the sky and you want to be her partner in life and go around flying about Metropolis punching robots in the face. The world needs a Superman right now, Lar." He says, pointing a finger at him, then air-draws an S right over his chest. "And Kara can't do it by herself. She needs you. Just like you need her." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar runs a hand through his hair. "I don't know, maybe by the time that time comes, I'll be older and wiser. Maybe I'll know what to do, and maybe you're right. If they're ready for a change by then..." he sighs. "I guess...I was always afraid of challenging the status quo when I was growing up, as much as I hated it and as much as it was wrong...and it seems like I still am, but I don't know why."     "I have already told Kara that. But I also told her I can't be with her. And I'm pretty sure she -doesn't- need me." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "She's pretty burned out from being the only Super in Metropolis. She's trying to fill large shoes. I talk to her every day." Drake puffs to himself as he spins a jelly bean along the table in front of him. "She could use a friend at her side out there, someone that isn't made of glass and can pretty much get beat up by high school cheerleaders." He points to himself. "So, why don' t you reach out to her and tell her that you want to help her out. That way you two can hang out together more." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "I...guess it can't hurt to offer." Lar says with a long sigh. "I just don't want to make things hard on her." He knows she has feelings about it all, too. Baggage. "And I'm pretty sure high school cheerleaders would have a hard time hitting you at all. So stop with the self-deprecation." he smirks. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "I mean, I'm definitely faster than them, but have you seen their legs? They can kick high. You teach a cheerleader some karate she'd be unstoppable. Like ... Black Widow, or .. um.. name another normie superhero chick who's a badass. It's like that." Drake says with a grin, then pops another jelly bean into his mouth. "You feel better at least or are you even more confused?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "The past is something that I have always struggled with. As much as I've flown in the face of all these monstrous threats, when it comes to baggage from home I deflate." Lar admits. "It's up and down, but lately with some of the stuff that's happened, it's been worse. But like I said, I've always appreciated your optimism...we all need a dose of that at times." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "That is why I'm the morale officer. Also, you can look at it from this perspective. Technically, your issues are in the future. You're currently living in the past. So, all that drama is future Lar's problem. Current Lar can mack on Kara and show off his sweet moves." There's a chuckle from the speedster. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar rolls his eyes, laughing. "Ugh, I told you that's not how it works! The Daxam I grew up on is not 31st century Daxam. So it -is- in the past. All the superheroing that I did with the Legion is the part that's in the future, technically, since they rescued me out of the Phantom Zone." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Whatever, just tell them that you are future Lar and you can't deal with current Lar issues." Drake waggles his brows. "I'm sure that won't be too confusing for them." He is obviously yanking his chain at this point. "So, you gonna call Kara or am I gonna call her for you and then put you on speaker and then you'll be on the spot and all flustered?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Sure, sure. That makes total sense." Lar says wryly. "I'm sure it'll go over -so- well."     "I will, all right?" he insists. Because he totally would be all flustered. "It doesn't have to be right this second." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Okay, not this second, but soon! I got a playdate with her tomorrow. We're gonna do a patrol together and I got her macarons from the famous cafe in New York City. Anything you want me to pass on to her while I'm there?" Drake asks as he twirls slowly in his chair, throwing another jelly bean up into the air to catch it with his mouth. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Yes, it -will- be soon." Lar assures him, looking somewhat exasperated. "I promise."     "Uh...not really. I'll just...see her when I see her I guess."     He watches Drake play with the candy, and smiles a little. "Hey, thanks for uh...telling me what I probably needed to hear. I'm glad we've been able to be there for each other." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Of course. You are my brother, so I'm always here for you, even if it's just to drive you crazy." Drake catches the jelly bean between his teeth, then chews three times and swallows. Popping out of his chair, he leans forward to wrap his arms about his shoulders to give him a strong hug. "I'll tell her you said Hi at least." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar returns the hug carefully. "Yeah, hopefully one of these days I'll actually figure out how to not be afraid of my past any more..."     He turns back to the console he was using to search for data on Cybertronian presence on Earth. "What was that thing you were saying the other day? Hakuna something?" 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Hakuna Matata." Drake sings out. "It means no worries, for the rest of your daaaaays! It's our problem free, philosophy! Hakoooooonaaaa Matataaaa!" He gives a speedy blinking twirl on one foot, then pulls up the music video from The Lion King on the holovid with a wry grin on his face. "My favorite Disney movie when I was a kid. My mom said this was the best movie from her generation. " 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar grins when Drake breaks out into song and dance. And even pulls up the video. He was hoping the Terran would do that. Which was why he asked. Not because he actually didn't remember. But Drake doesn't need to know that!     He watches the video for a bit before sort of passively going back to the search. "I wish I'd gotten to watch fun stuff like that when I was younger." he says wistfully. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "You still can. Take an hour out of your day to do something fun. Tonight? We're gonna watch the Lion King, and cry over a guy named Mufasa and cheer when his brother Scar gets his shit kicked in." Drake says as he flops back into his bucket seat and launches the movie. " Yo, ship, make us some popcorn." He yells out, then looks over his shoulder expectantly. "We need a popcorn machine in here." He grunts out. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah...maybe. Maybe once this problem with Cybertronians blows over." Lar says absently, his attention more focused on the search now.     The ship doesn't just suddenly spawn any popcorn. But Lar chuckles scoffs slightly. "Sorry, no popcorn machine yet--though that is something COMPUTO might have done if it had worked the way it was intended to..." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Yeah, yeah. Okay, sit here and watch the Circle of Life while I go get us some popcorn from the kitchen." Drake says with a grin as he presses play on the movie. Up comes the sun. Animals. A young lion being thrusted into the light by the hands of Rafiki with loving parents looking on. 
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11243/Hakuna Matata, Right?

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11227/When I Was Your Age

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     So! Brin, aka Timber Wolf, would find himself in an abandoned subway station at the end of a defunct route that the city probably decommissioned due to lack of use. It is cluttered with trash and crumbling walls and equipment, and probably hasn't been touched in ages.     Still, once Brin tears through the junked railcar with his sturdy claws, it won't be hard to pick out a blue sports car that looks like a custom rig built by someone like Stark himself, sitting on the other side of it in a corner of the old station. Yep, it looks just like the one they'd spotted in the park earlier. 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' If nothing else...Brin's doing a good job of getting the line re opened again. Albeit by slashing through things and making his own path into the station. There's still, somehow, the cotton candy even if the chilli dog's eaten now. Looking around the station for a moment, Brin's guarding the sweet treat like it's precious intel. Which it is when it comes to the legion and Cosmic Boy. So he's just got a location where to get some. Or if he feels mean, Brin will ask Drake to do his job for him. Cotton candy ehlps with Morale after all so! Looking around more, Brin has his nose metaphorically to the ground. He's tracking Blur right to where the car....thing is hiding. "I'm not out to hurt you. I saw what that giant jumped up meat grinder did. I'm unarmed and I don't come to harm you. I'm a member of the Legion of Superheroes" Brin calls out. He's hoping that he's listened to and trusted. The ring alone should be proof, but.... Brin's only going to give up the cotton candy if it's a last resort type of thing, mind. Hey, maybe he can get a ride to get more? 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     Blurr heard Brin coming, and had been worried it was the Terran authorities. But he relaxes a bit when he sees that doesn't seem to be case. Well, -seem- being the operative word, there. As Brin approaches, what appears to be a blond-haired teen human suddenly materializes in front of him, dressed in typical Earth attire for someone of that age.     The Legion of Superheroes--had he heard of that organization before? "If you're going to ask me why that 'meat grinder' is after me, I'm not telling." 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' Brin nods. "I'm not out to hurt you. Honestly between you and me, that big robot's got some anger issues fighting with you. I don't want to rat you out at all. I'd rather go back and say hey, he vanished, he left this place" Brin admits looking around. "Look, I get it. You're hiding. When I was your age I was fighting to survive" Brin explains and looks serious. Leaning against a pillar, brin watches and listens quietly. 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     Uh-huh. 'When I was your age'. Blurr wonder if this flesh creature has ever -been- his age. That being about five million Earth years old. The avatar arches a brow at Brin. "Oookay. Well what do you want, then? If you're not looking to grill me with questions about what I'm doing here, and not looking to capture me or anything, then what do you want?" 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' Brin looks thoughtful for a second, a rare case of thinking before he speaks. "What do I want? I want to make sure nobody else is harmed. That's what I want. I'm not on anyone's side" Brin says simply, chomping on cotton candy. "You're what...15, right?" he adds between bites. Optimist, Brin. Optimist! Brin shakes his head. "I want that metal tower up there to not shoot at you and hurt innocent people" Brin added after a moment's thought. "Mostly since it ticks me off. Stuff that ticks me off gets punched" 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "Look, I'm not trying to hurt anyone, here. I'm just trying to -not- get captured or killed myself, while also doing my duty as a soldier to carry out orders I've been given by my superiors and protect the interests of my people." Faction, really. But 'people' usually sounds more noble to other cultures.     Blurr scoffs a little at the age assumption. "Fifteen what? Vorns? Not even close. Try five million of your Earth-Sol cycles. Er, rotations, whatever you Terrans call it." 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' Brin understands that one. "I hear you. You're running and hiding from homicidal robots who like to blow up whatever you're on. See, what do you want to do about that guy?" he asks, then scoffs at the five million. "No, sprock it. I meant fifteen years for your two legged self. The teenager looking one" he says with a pointed look. "So what do I tell my people, that I talked to you but you got away and I lost you? They won't buyy that. If I tell them I helped you, I step into your fight. Though" Brin says running claws down a support pillar gouging out tracks and claw marks. "If I step into your fight for the greater good it puts my people imn danger" he says. "But it's for the greater good" 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     Blurr smirks, the avatar looking down at itself, so to speak. "Oh, -this-? This is just nothing, it's just a projection." It flickers in and out of view for a moment. "Just figured it would be easier to talk to you properly as opposed to having to crouch the whole time."     But then he sighs. "Lockdown isn't homicidal, he's just..." The avatar shakes its head. "He's a bounty hunter, and so all he really cares about is getting a job done and done well so that he can get his payday."     "What? No, I'm not asking you to help me or get involved. If anything, you should be staying -out- of this business, the farther you stay the better." 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' "Ah, I see" Brin says looking like he actually does see what Blur's on about. "See. I want to help protect you but if I shouldn't get involved, then..." He trails off looking back to the projection. "Even if he's a bounty hunter, there's still rules and protocols to follow, correct?" he asks 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "Well yeah, everyone is bound by the Tyrest Accords." Blurr informs him. "The intergalactic laws of warfare established for all Cybertronians, regardless of faction or lack thereof."     "I don't need you to help protect me, there's not much you can do anyway..." he shrugs. "Just go back to your people, and tell them you couldn't find me." 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' "But people here are not cybertronians? I'm a Zoonian. There's Terrans here. They are not bound by the same accords" Brin says but he's already speaking quicker than he's thinking, using the Cybertronian's words against him. "Okay fine I'll tell them you got lost in the middle of the tunnels, you took a turn and I couldn't track you" he sighs. It's going to be one fantastic lie to convince them. Still, still. Still he can probably convince them. It was only him who went into the tunnels. Nobody else can vouch what he's saying. So Brin's word is sort of ironclad. 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "I know, I meant Lockdown. Lockdown is the bounty hunter who is after me. He's the one your friend put on ice." Literally. "He is still bound by the Tyrest Accords." Blurr clarifies.     He seems satisfied with Brin's answer. "Yeah, unless you know of somewhere I can hide that'll jam his sensor arrays and prevent him from tracking me, there's not much you can do other than stay the frag out of my way as much as you possibly can." 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' "Ah" Brin nods. "I don't know of many places on this planet unfortunately, so I'll just stay out of your way then" he says and looks to Blur. "So can you find somewhere in the tunnels? If so I'll leave you to it" Brin says with....sincerity in his voice. It's a sort of growl under his voice. 

:'''{{#var:1719|Blurr (1719)}} has posed:'''     "I'll stay here for a while, I guess." The avatar says, glancing around the abandoned station. "I'll...figure out something on where to go next. Maybe he'll eventually give up the search. If he gets another, more lucrative job or something." 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' Brin just nods as he starts heading back the way he came. With a look over his shoulder to the hiding Cybertronian, Brin nods once, then he's finding his way through the scrap and debris and clawing, scratching and slashing his way out of here. If anything he can make a pretty good path out on his own terms, or dig his way wit h enough time and effort into a subway tunnel. Or just find his way back to the surface again. 
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11233/A Tropical Meeting

2020-03-24T00:15:03Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     To get away from the public and from the crowds of Manhattan, the Legion had chosen a remote island in the Caribbean southeast of the Bahamas, where hopefully no one else would either be in danger or a potential conflict or overhear...sensitive information.     So after a few hours, Lar arrives on-site to wait for the others to show up and discuss what to do with the bounty situation. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' There's a flash of light as Drake teleports down to the coordinates, brushing off his shoulders and patting himself down like he always does, just to make sure he's still in one piece. "Hey. So, we got huge incoming killer robots that turn into muscle cars and they got laser canons or whatever." 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' Brin's done his homework on the island and has dressed appropriately. Well, appropriately enough for the island... So he's here in tropical attire too. Once he's there, wearing flip flops, Hawaiian shirts and shorts, Brin's kept the wolf motif going. Anyone ever seen a Hawiian shirt with a wolf motif? yeah Brin's wearing that Watching Drake, Brin waves casually when he teleports down. "So" Brin says. "Want the good or bad news?" 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' Lockdown, for all his faults, wasn't an idiot. He was coming to this meeting prepared. A scan from the Tactician for the island itself and it's surroundings made sure there were no obvious traps, and that it was only the Legion. Lockdown had heard rumors about this 'Legion' since coming out of Cybertronian space, but this would be his first formal meeting with Terrans. The Tactician sets down somewhere out of the way, remote, and with plenty of cover from both sensors and visual contact. Moments later, Lockdown is stepping down the loading ramp from the cargo bay, and setting off towards the Legionaires. It takes about five minutes, but Lockdown eventually walks his way over to the group in robot form. He's not exactly hard to miss; a seventeen foot two ton war machine that isn't trying to hide tends to be remarkably unstealthy in the middle of a tropical island, so the *clanking* of his feet can be heard for a ways off. Especially to someone like Mon-El. Still, it does give them time to watch him approach... and talk among themselves as the mercenary heads over. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar definitely hears Lockdown approaching, and probably sees it, too. He's heard... a lot of things about Cybertronians. Most of it isn't good. But as a Legionnaire and with his many experiences with hundreds of different species throughout the galaxy, he believes its best to give each individual, regardless of race, a chance to show their character.     "I know it's hard not to judge quickly, but let's try not to do that, all right?" he remarks good-naturedly to Drake, then turns to Brin. "What do you mean, exactly?" 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "He say she's a bounty hunter, tracking down another of his kind for some type of object he stole." Drake says as he gives a long stretch, then peels out of his jacket, followed by his shirt as he ties it about his waist. His body has numerous scars upon it from his dangerous involving Foot soldiers, and other bad guys along the way. He's a fragile human after all. "May as well get a tan while we're out here, and you wanted to meet on a ship." He grins over at Brin. "Nice shirt Magnum." 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' "I mean I spoke to the guy that robot was trying to kill" Brin says, giving Drake a shrug and a laugh then looks to Lar. "I got a whole other side. See. I got told we're to stay out of this. That a bounty hunter's after him. So" Brin shrugs looking over the other two, Brin nods. "See, this isn't adding up. So I get down in the tunnel, right? I got into the tunnels, into the station, and I heard the other side of things" Brin says, hands through his slicked back hair. "So from that car's side of the story, the big robot's a bounty hunter, and it's a big payday. From what I got told stay out of it all and let them settle it" Falling quiet Brin looks over Lar and Drake. 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' "If I wanted Blurr dead, I would have done a lot more damage to your city during that chase back in New York." Lockdown notes as he approaches, that metallic voice easily grinding in the air. "My contract isn't to kill him. It's to retrieve what he stole from my client." Lockdown comes into plain view in front of all three, his red eyes scanning each in turn as he brings up both arms to cross them in front of his chest. "My name is Lockdown. I'm a bounty hunter, mercenary... and other things as necessary." Then, he turns, and regards Timber Wolf, "From your words, I'm assuming you want us gone?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar sighs, rubbing the back of his head and thinking. "Is that it? What else did the other one say?" he turns to face Lockdown as the bounty hunter approaches. "What did he steal from your client? Or did they not care to inform you about that? If not," he looks to Brin. "Did the other guy tell you what it was?" He folds his arms. "As much as I would love to just oblige that request, if whatever business this is endangers the lives of innocents, then it is our duty to protect them at any cost." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "He said it's a cylinder of some sort but has no clue what it does. Pretty sure I wouldn't take a job without knowing all the deets personally. Could be a nuke." Drake says as he leans back against a palm treet and folds his arms over his chest. He places a foot behind him for balance, and to kick off if needed. 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' Brin looks over to Lockdown. "I never said that. No. I wasn't told what the cylinder was about either. Blur just wanted me to stay out of this, and mistook me for a Terran. I am not" he says warily watching Lockdown. "Now, why would you take a bounty hunting job without any of that information?" he asks, looking around. "So, let me see if I got this straight. Lockdown's abounty hunter, right? I tracked down Blur and he was doing his best to tell me to stay out of this, stay the frag out of this" Brin says as hee shakes his head looking to each of them in turn. "Why would somebody not tell Lockdown what this cylinder does? And why would Blur not mention it then and be so insistent I stay out of this? I want to protect people" Brin says and sighs. He's no cotton candy today. It's on the ship, truth be told! 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' "I don't need to know, and I didn't ask." Lockdown offers in reply. "You people don't understand how the business works, and that's fine... but you're deluding yourselves if you think people like to share their secrets with their contractors." Then, Lockdown turns, and starts walking over to Mon-El, his right arm coming up, "We Cybertronians have unique issues facing us. Not the least of which-" His right hand retracts, and in it's place a massive war sickle of some unknown alloy replaces it,"-is we can literally turn ourselves into engines of war, and have for millions of years because of the Great War." The hand mounted sickle retracts, and is replaced by his hand again, before the arm goes idle again. "And the fact that neither faction in the Great War is willing to compromise, leading to our war burning across the universe." Lockdown looks to the others again, before looking to Mon-el, "This... is just a sideline from the situation. I can tell you right now that Blurr isn't going to give up the chip without a fight, and isn't interested in negotiation. He's a soldier in a war spanning countless planets, fighting to survive and for what he thinks is a better future." His right hand closes, and he 'taps' his chest twice. The sound is exactly like you'd think; a wrecking ball crashing against a tank. It's loud. "The difference with us is we're incredibly durable war machines by necessity now... and now that I'm here again and have been monitoring, I can guarantee you one thing." His red eyes narrow as he watches Mon-El, "Cybertronians will never leave a planet like this alone. You have massive stores of fuels here that we can use for Energon. I guarantee you that there are other Cybertronians in hiding on this planet, fighting the war and using the resources here to eat." He shrugs, "I'm just the only one willing to talk to your authorities, face to face, for now." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar listens to what Lockdown has to say...although he is not quite sure what to make of it all. Is he being honest, and if so, is he being -completely- honest? Sometimes, he can tell if people are lying by listening to their bodies, but this Cybertronian is an unknown.     He arches a brow at Brin. "You keep saying the other one just said to stay out of it, but is that seriously all he said? How long were you down there talking to him? I don't like all this...secrecy around what this stolen item is or does." He says, glancing at Drake when he mentions it could be a bomb. Which honestly, it is a possibility. A disturbing one.     The Daxamite lifts into the air now, floating up to optic level with Lockdown to address him, finally. "Oh, I know about your war. While you may have happened to run into us on Earth, Earth isn't our only charge. The Legion takes responsibility for protecting and fighting for those who cannot fight for themselves through the -entire- galaxy. So yes, I know about your race the sort of devastation it has inflicted on countless civilizations. You say you have no idea what it is your client wants back--but don't you have any suspicions? Do you think your target knows what he stole? And if you say others are hiding, where are they hiding? Have you seen them?" 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' "Few hours" Brin says to Lar, then watches Lockdown for a moment, then Drake and back to Lar. "That's the gist of it. He was insisting we stay out of it. Wanted me to lie and not tell anyone where he was. Seemed a bit panicky when I offered to hear him out, all I got was 'stay the frag outta this' deal" Brin says doing the air quote thing with his fingers. Brin paces for a few moments, brows furrowed in thought. Watching everyone, rin grits his teeth. None of this is adding up to him. Brin pauses his pacing and with a 'hrrrr' sound, he turns his gaze to Lar. "This is why you're the smart one. I just punc things. None of this adds up" he all but growls. 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' "If I knew where they were, why would I tell you? I have no rapport with you or this planet yet. There's no trust. Especially if you know about our war and are as knowledgeable as you say you are." Lockdown counters, moving right up to Mon-El at this point, within feet of the Daxamite, now. "The fact that I'm even here should show I'm willing to build that trust... but you have to meet me halfway. I have absolutely no reason to sell out potential clients on this planet to you... and I have zero reason to tell you anything about what I think the chip Blurr has yet." Lockdown has educated guesses, of course... but this is a new contact. Why would he betray a client for that? "I have no interest in getting seriously involved with the affairs of the children beyond my own purposes, but I still need to eat... which means I have a reputation to protect among my kind. That means I need to complete this contract eventually. Now, that doesn't mean I'm not willing to negotiate with Terran authorities to stay here. I'm not a soldier, and I would certainly like to come here for Energon without doing it in hiding." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Hmph." Lar folds his arms as Lockdown refuses to give any further information. But, he supposes the bounty hunter does have a point. He sighs again. "Fine, that's a fair point. We're willing to come to an understanding on that, but you also have to understand that our priority is protecting the people of this planet and others, and if this job of yours comes into conflict with that as it did earlier, we -will- have to intervene in whatever way may be necessary."     He frowns at Brin as the other Legionaire paces back and forth. "What do you mean, this doesn't add up? You said you talked to him for a few hours, I'm having a hard time believing that's -all- he said to you." He descends a bit to talk to Brin. "Brin, I need you to think...maybe that was the 'gist' of what he said, but was there anything else that might have seemed irrelevant but might give us a clue? I mean, was he friendly toward you? Or at least open to further discussion? If he's been here for a while, maybe there are others he's come into contact with who might have more information." he lowers his voice a bit. "...we need to find out what this 'chip' or whatever it is he's after is." 

:'''{{#var:983|Timber Wolf (983)}} has posed:''' Brin pauses his pacing and looks to Lar. " then listens intently to Lockdown, eyebrow raised. "Consider this...the guy I tracked, Blur, that's him right? He seemed super evasive and didn't want my help at all. Said it wasn't any of my business to poke around. So" Brin says running fingers through hair again, then he gives Lar a look. "I'll follow your lead on this" he says then looks to Lockdown. "You've been infintessimaly more helpful than your adversary" he notes offhandedely 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' "Nothing in my contract says I have to keep you from learning about the contents of the chip, so as long as you give it to me after you're done, I'm willing to extend the first olive branch and say I'm willing to help you track down Blurr and take a look at it yourself." Lockdown offers, before he drops to both knees... and sits down in front of Mon-El. "The Accords mean I can't let you keep the chip... but you can take a look, if you want." Timber Wolf gets a glance, "I have no rules besides my own and those of the Accords. Blurr has Optimus to answer to." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' As he conitnues to listen, Drake has remained mostly silent as he weighs the words of all three. As an offer is now put on the table, he shifts his jaw a bit to the side, then glances over towards Lar. He gives him an optimisic and encouraging grin. He trusts in him to make the right call here. At times he'll tap away at his phone with his thumbs, brushing them along the smooth glass surfaced quickly. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Hmm." Lar nods at Brin. It was true that Lockdown appeared to be more...open with them. Now as far as truth behind any of what he's said, that remains to be seen. He moves back up to Lockdown's level again. "We appreciate you talking with us in a civilized way, that at least is more than we can say for some other...individuals we've been up against in the past. Of course, as you don't trust us yet, we can't just trust you either, so I assume you'll understand our need for caution."     "That said, I think we need to convene with the others and discuss how we should respond to this before moving forward. I'm sure they'll have some important input. In the meantime, Drake or Brin if either or both of you could work on investigating this other Cybertronian, see if we can't find out more about him, that may shed some more light on this situation." 

:'''{{#var:9312|Lockdown (9312)}} has posed:''' "Most of my kind are children squabbling over idealogy and food. This planet is a perfect depot of food... and now that we know about the massive reserves of fuel here, you're going to need to learn how to deal with Cybertronians." Lockdown gives a small, metallic, sigh, "The Commonwealth and Empire both are going to face the reality that this planet is a good short term solution while we search for natural Energon. There's just no way around it... and there's nothing you can do that will stop them from coming here." There's a slight metallic grinding as Lockdown sits back up, bringing down a finger to Mon-El. Out of it comes a small USB thumb drive, "The frequency and modulations necessary to contact the network on my ship. Just do a general broadcast. I'll get it." With that, Lockdown turns away from the group... and transforms back into that black and red muscle car, heading back into the jungle at high speed. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' Nodding his head, Drake gives a pair of thumbs up to Lar. "Aye, Aye, Captain. I'll do my best once I get back on the ship to track him down. I'm sure I can find it by some type of distinct energy signature. Once I get a lock, I'll let you know." He takes his data pad out and taps along the glass, offering up a shoulder bump to TImber. "You're with me." He says jovially. As he watches the transformer roar off, his brows widen. "Man, that is freaking cool. I wish I had a talking Mustang." 
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11219/A Problem-Free Philosophy

2020-03-21T20:21:20Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Beaches, boardwalks, and bikinis. And cotton candy and shopping, of course. Just as Drake said. Some Legionnaires have decided to take some shore leave, after the craziness with COMPUTO.     Lar himself didn't exactly feel like trying to enjoy himself, but if anyone needs it most, he probably does. Dressed in regular street clothes and hands shoved into pockets, he walks along a beach boardwalk shopping strip, not looking at all as happy as everyone around him. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' Once the pair of best friends separated from the others, Drake glances up at Lar and gives a squint of his eyes. His shoulder rams up against his roughly to try and jar him out of his current state. "Hey dude. Okay, what's really going on here? You've been all mopey Lar again. Like Kara two point oh or something. What's wrong? You wanna get some chili dogs?" 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar is indeed jarred from his thoughts when Drake nudges him a little roughly with a shoulder. He sighs deeply. "I'm sorry, Drake. I know I haven't been very much fun to be around lately." he admits as he finally looks up at his friend. "I understand if you're getting frustrated with me because you've probably heard this before. But it's just--" he exhales again, shaking his head. "I can't shake the feeling that ever since I got here, I've done nothing but screw up over and over again..." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Holy shit snacks you are a broken record." Drake says as he sighs out loudly. "I don't know if I have the emotional fortitude to try and convine you how amazing and great you are, and that this is just all in your head because you got confidence issues that you don't need to have, since you're a freaking legendary superhero from the thirty-first century. That's the quick and dirty version. You feel better?" He says as he gives him a kick at the leg fondly. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Ugh, I know. And I knew you were going to say that." Lar admits. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what it is with me. I...thought that once I got my memories back, everything would be fine. Everything would be fixed. But -nothing- is. I almost got Kara killed. And Rokk. And you, twice. Tried to fix my family situation and ended up nearly destroying an entire planet. And now I've driven Brainiac off of the team."     He stops in front of a food stand selling cotton candy and popcorn, staring at it a moment before sitting down heavily on a bench nearby. "Yeah, I know. You're right. Broken record." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "You're like a broken record of an album I'd never want to listen to. You are the Nickleback of broken records." Drake says. "I'm not dead. Rokk isn't dead. Kara is not dead and the planet is not blown up. You didn't drive Brainiac off. The dude is a dickhead who's super smart who will also come back after he finishes contemplating his belly button." He turns to the booth and orders a large cotton candy and a pair of chili dogs for the two of them. "You need to learn how to brush your shoulder off and move forward. Hakuna Matata." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar rubs his face. "I know I have to, but I just can't and I don't know why. After the last time we talked, I thought I had made progress, but--I don't know. Being stuck in COMPUTO's mental prison was...agonizing. Almost as bad as the Phantom Zone. Almost. I knew it was using me to wreak havoc on everyone, but no idea what was going on. I was just trapped with it, and myself brooding over how I could have let something like this happen."     As Drake comes back with the food, he arches a brow at him. "What's a Nickelback? And 'hakuna' what?" 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "I was stuck in a time prison and I had my world ripped in two. I know all about that, buuuuut... I could have dwelled on it, but you wanna know why I didn't? I had you. My best friend." Drake hands the cotton candy over to him. "Nickleback is a band from the nineties. They get mocked a lot because their songs all sound the same." As he starts to unwrap a hotdog, he clears his throat. "Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase. Hakunta Matata! Ain't no passing craaaaaze! It means no worries! For the rest of your daaaaays! It's your problem free, philosophy! Hakuna Matata!" As he sings out loudly in a raspy falsetto, he fingerguns at a couple of people who look over his way, laughing. They know the song. 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "But it wasn't your fault..." Lar mutters. "It was mine." The prison, that is. He takes the cotton candy, peering at it but not quite digging in yet, then watches Drake burst out into a strange song. Huh. Must be very popular on Earth, as the other Terrans all seem to know it, too.     "As was this whole business with COMPUTO." So that was it, he thinks everything is his fault. He smiles as Drake finishes the chorus, but only a little bit. "Thanks Drake, but it's just not that simple." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "It is that simple because that is what heroes do. They bounce back from a fight and then stand in front of the crowds with their chest puffed out and cape billowing in the background." Drake says as he takes a bite of his hotdog. He gives a lick of his lips, clearing away some of the chili. "So, you can keep being a sad kicked puppy who boo fucking hoos about every single thing in life and constantly dwell on the past which isn't even relevant anymore, or you can step up and be a hero and a leader. One that is supposed to inspire this team to victory, not constantly worry about you, and second guess your decision making." He says with a nudge to his shoulder. "We need you to pull out of it. We also need you to just talk to us. If you are worried or upset, don't shut down. Be honest with us, let us support you. It's what a family does for each other." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar huffs and straightens up a bit, putting the cotton candy down. "That's exactly what I'm trying to do. What do you think I'm doing, I'm talking to you right now, telling you exactly how I'm feeling! And no, it's -not- that simple! It's not just about the past, because it -keeps- happening! Over and over again!"     He stands up, his eyes glowing crimson slightly. "You said your father used to beat you, do you think that if you went back in time and told yourself to stop dwelling on the last time he abused you, that you'd just perk up and say 'Yeah! It's in the past, it's irrelevant! That is, until he does it again!'"     He exhales audibly again, the glow fading. "I--I'm sorry...you just don't understand. But I shouldn't expect you to. I'll--I'll get it figured it out. Eventually. As long as someone else doesn't get into my head again, I guess." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "No, Lar. If I went back in time, I'd take a baseball bat to his head and I'd give him the old Barry Bonds treatment, over and over and over again. I'd turn his head into a pinata." Drake says as he rolls his shoulders a bit to pop the joints. "But that shit is in the past and I don't dwell on it anymore. Wanna know why? Because I made something of myself. I became an Overwatch champion, adored by billions of gamers. I pulled myself up from the ground to glory because I believed in myself. I let all the pain and anger that my dad put on me, and I put it into something else. Something healthy." He gives him a nudge to the shoulder again. "We aren't perfect, Lar. You, me, Captain America. None of us. Heroes are not invincible, perfect beings. We have flaws like any other creature in the universe. We make mistakes, sometimes the enemy beats us." "And the thing about you talking to us, it has to come from you once in awhile, and without you dodging the topic, or us having to drag you to Santa Cruz and surround you with cotton candy and beaches. Just be like... hey Drake, I wanna talk to you. Or even Rokk, or ... well, not Imra. Okay, so just me and Rokk. We're sane." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar groans and sits back down again. "I just feel like I have to have everything together for the team. I see you all enjoying yourselves, believing in yourselves and celebrating the victories--and I don't want to ruin it by spilling all my problems all over everything. If anyone should know what to do, it should be me. I'm the 'illustrious' leader after all. But I don't. Never did, ever since I got here. My memories were restored, but...maybe I'm just not the same person I used to be." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Good. Don't be the old person you used to be. New day, new life, new era, new Lar. Wear skinny jeans if you want." Drake says as he gives him a grin. "I'm not the same Drake either you know. I got a six pack, became an Avenger, got married to your hot cousin in an alternate reality, and now I'm a Legionnaire and I got a magic ring that makes me fly. Why don't you just be the Lar you /want/ to be? We're gonna accept you no matter what, because we love you." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar peers at Drake when he suggests -not- trying to fill the shoes of pre-time trap Mon-El. Which were pretty big shoes to fill, let's be honest. "Yeah, I know. You're definitely not the same. But I hope you like who you are now, Drake. I'm just not sure I could say the same for myself." he admits with a sigh. 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "Of course I like myself." Drake says with a grin. "I get to hang with my best friend on his superhero team and save multiple worlds, or at least fetch pizza and cotton candy for you guys." He leans in to bump him again a few more times with his shoulder. "I like you, Lar. You're my hero. You're my brother. I'd be dead a few times now if it wasn't for you. You've made a huge impact in my life." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     "Good." Lar replies, smiling a little bit more this time. "I like you, too. You always put up with me when I get down, and when it would make sense to -not- want to be around me."     "I'll...get this figured out. I just need time, I guess. And you." He plucks gingerly at the cotton candy, pulling out a string of it. "Are you sure this is edible? It looks like mattress stuffing." 

:'''{{#var:1353|Drake Winters (1353)}} has posed:''' "It's delicious magical mattress stuffing." Drake says with a grin. "But, Hakuna Matata, right?" He says with a drawl in his throat as he reaches out to pluck some off the stick as well, then sticks it in his mouth. "So, after this, we're gonna go on rollercoasters and then we're gonna do a terrible job of flirting with girls in bikinis. You're my wingman." 

:'''{{#var:954|Mon-El (954)}} has posed:'''     Lar watches Drake eat the candy, and does his best to imitate it. There are certain ways certain Terran cuisine is supposed to be eaten, he knows this. "Hmm...yeah I guess it is pretty delicious. I hope it isn't actually magical, though. I hate magic."     He nods at the list of activities Drake has planned. "Sure...sure, let's do all that." 
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