1262/To Gather Stones Together

To Gather Stones Together
Date of Scene:	02 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Brainiac 5, Iron Fist

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Brainiac 5 has posed:
It's near the end of the day, when the pinprick of blue light appears in Iron Fist's office. Brainiac 5 was using the Rand-owned penthouse as a base of operations. Some of his compatriots appeared... then they were all gone, one day, vanished, with a note that said simply, 'Thank you'.

Now that blue light expands into a shimmering, circular doorway, and Brainiac 5 steps out, wearing a short jacket along with his uniform. "Mr. Rand." He says. "My apologies for the sudden interruption." He extends a hand. "I wanted to thank you for your help, personally. Please, join me. I want you to see what your kindness allowed me to build."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny's days usually wind down the same way, with meditation and reflection. It takes the edge off of board meetings, business lunches, and paperwork, which are fine on their own, but lately have come together to build a mountain of stress. Nothing the Iron Fist can't handle, though. It's one reason meditation exists.

So, as the pinprick of light forms in his office, it's encountered not visually, but mystically, as it invades Danny's chi-awareness of space.

The blond man's eyes flutter open when he's addressed, and a welcoming smile spreads across his face. "It's good to see you again," he says, uncurling his legs from his seated position on the couch. "I have some time." He stands and walks, barefoot in his suit, toward the strange portal.

Brainiac 5 has posed:
Brainiac 5 grips Danny's hand, and leads him through -- and when they emerge, he steps out into the recreation area of the Legion Cruiser.

"This is a spaceship, currently in high orbit over Earth. It's a home that I and the other Legionnaires have built. We're currently having some problems with a saboteur, but once that's done, we'll get the engines online."

"But," He says, "I wanted to give you a couple of things as thanks for the help you gave us. I will ask you, on your word of honor, to keep them to yourself and not reproduce or share them with others, unless it's an emergency."

Iron Fist has posed:
A spaceship in high orbit over Earth. That's enough to shake off the dreamy feeling Danny gets after a good bout of meditation. He blinks as he's led through the portal and drops Brainiac 5's hand as soos as they're through.

"Huh," he says, taking a few steps in each direction and gazing intently on the scene he's found himself in. "You don't say."

Eventually, his gaze falls on the green-skinned humanoid. "Thank you," he says. "You've done some quick work here."

Brainiac 5 has posed:
"I am a twelth-level intellect, Mr. Rand--Danny. If I may." Brainiac 5 waves his hand. "My name is Querl Dox, or I am also called Brainiac 5, but my friends call me "Brainy" as an affectionate diminutive, both because it is a shortening of my codename and because I am... very smart. We built this ship out of space junk, derelict satelites, and fabricated materials."

Then he adds, "If I didn't have to build a fabricator factory in orbit and assembler robots first, I could have built it much faster." He turns to a table, and picks up a small metal box, which he opens, revealing a small device shaped like a hearing aid and a small blue disc. "These are a 31st century telepathic earplug and a Slip-Gate chit. The earplug will allow you to communicate telepathically with anyone else wearing one; which is to say, any Legionnaire. The disc will allow you to visit the cruiser whenever you like, as long as you're within the relative distance of Earth orbit. Just press it, and K.O.K.O - the ship's control computer - will open a gateway for you."

Iron Fist has posed:
For a moment more, Danny makes small circles within the rec room, his bare feet plodding silently over the cruiser's smooth floor. He stops in front of Brainac 5 - Brainy, now - and stares at the being for a moment without saying anything. His face expresses a mixture of disbelief and wonder.

"Brainy it is," he decides after a moment. A laugh escapes him and he shrugs, reaching for the small devices offered to him. "These are -- wow, cool."

Danny isn't entirely sure what to make of this whole situation. Sure, he knew Brainy was different. Much different from what he knew, really, but it's been a while since he's thought about it. And now, suddenly, he's in orbit! "So, tell me about this group of have here. The Legionnaires. And your saboteur, you said?"

Brainiac 5 has posed:
"We are heroes from roughly one thousand years in the future. Possibly from an adjace timeline, I'm still attempting to determine that. We were banished to the past by a tryptich alliance of our enemies - Mordru, a Lord of Chaos, the Time-Witch Glorith, and a mysterious being we only know as the Time Trapper. We're continuing to look for our lost friends. Eventually we will go home, but it may take several years."

"The saboteur is an individual from our era code-named Micro Lad. He's a terrorist with the power to shrink to microscopic size, and without our Legionnaire who has the same ability, we're having an incredibly difficult time catching him. We're going to be approaching a Miss Janet van Dyne for help, soon."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny rests his hands on his hips as he contemplates all this new information. It's a lot to take in, especially for someone like him. He doesn't exactly have the most believeable story of his own for many people, but this future business has been out of his realm until now."

"I wish there was some way I could help," Danny tells his friend. "But I don't know Janet and, as far as I know, I'm stuck Danny Rand-sized."

Brainiac 5 has posed:
"It's all right." Brainiac 5 says. "I just wanted to let you know, you're welcome here--and if you and any of your friends ever need our help, the Legion has your back." He gives a small smile, and then reaches out to clasp hands with Danny in a firm handshake. "If it hadn't been for your kindness, I don't know if I ever would've been able to locate the others."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny looks down at the outstretched hand only for a moment before he takes it in his own. His grip is firm, yet his handshake is gentle, and it's given with that same warm smile he's had most of the time he's been on the ship.

"Well, I'm glad I was able to help. You'll have to introduce me to your, uh, crew sometime." He isn't sure if that's the right word to use, but it seems fitting given the setting. "Where are they anyway? How big is this thing?"

Brainiac 5 has posed:
"Big enough. This is the recreation and meeting area." He points to the balcony running around the room. "Ship's berths up there. There are systems, labs, engineering, and the bridge. Since this is going to be our home base in this era, I went larger than the standard Legion Cruiser from our era." Brainiac 5 crosses his arms. "I'm quite proud of it. They're all pursuing various tasks right now, some are down on Earth."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny notes each part of the ship as it's listed for him, nodding as they're spoken. It's clear he's no space man, but his interest is undeniable. "I am definitely going to want to pick your brain," he says. "Aerospace technology research is a field I'm looking to tackle with my company." He grins as he considers the Legionnaire. "Funny enough, we just need a good brain behind the division."

Brainiac 5 has posed:
Brainiac 5 arches an eyebrow as he considers this, and then he says, "Well," He says, "The problem is, I have a thousand years of advanced technology up here." He taps his cranium. "It would be easy for me to unethically accelerate the aerospace technology of this era beyond what it should be. But in addition to my mastery of various other disciplines, I'm also an engineer. So if you needed someone to test your designs, safety-check them, or suggest small improvements, I suppose I could serve as a consultant; as a favor to you. Any fees I'd solicit would be put into the Legion's general funds. We are on a budget."

Iron Fist has posed:
Danny grins and nods. "I understand. We can be in touch about that, but if money is a problem, just let me know. I might be able to help you out with that." He pockets the small devices given to him a moment ago and lets out a rush of air. "Man, I still can't believe you just brought me here like that. Not my first portal, but it'll take a while to get used to." He pauses for a moment and says, "Thank you, though. I'm glad you've worked this much out already."

Brainiac 5 has posed:
Brainiac 5 steeples his fingers. "With a little bit of genius and a willingness to see past the boundaries other people impose on you, you can achieve anything." He has a little smile on his face. "Now," He says, "I've heard you're something of a martial artist. We have one of our own, and I still have some of his combat routines. How would you like to test yourself against the standards set by a 31st century master of all known hand to hand combat techniques?"