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The Last Daughter of Krypton - IC
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camerindrake
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Damian
The Black Hood gets to the tube and enters. Upon getting to one of the walls he presses the practically invisible button and the wall slides open to show his assortment of weapons and tools. He grabs his fully loaded utility harness and begins checking the pouches. The son of the Bat replaces throwing stars and the ilk and places the retractable staff in its sheath. He then takes off his now empty harness and replaces it with the filled one.
He removes the Bane-buster Harness and starts working at how to be able to keep his agility while still keeping the strength augmentation that was required to take on someone like Zod or others that would be able to outmatch a mortal man.
He looked through the doors as he waited. He believed that they would follow. He half expected the teleporters to already be at the tube with the others when he reached it.
He ran his tongue over his teeth while he pondered why they weren't there. As such he wasn't about to walk back. So he hit another button causing portion of his utility center's wall to expose what looked like a motorcycle seat and handlebars set-up over a single wide tire. Upon it being placed on the floor he rolled it out and hit a button on its handle bars set up the tire scissored out showing it in truth were two and the turbine engine started.
He sat on the cycle and rode back to the group.
The Black Hood gets to the tube and enters. Upon getting to one of the walls he presses the practically invisible button and the wall slides open to show his assortment of weapons and tools. He grabs his fully loaded utility harness and begins checking the pouches. The son of the Bat replaces throwing stars and the ilk and places the retractable staff in its sheath. He then takes off his now empty harness and replaces it with the filled one.
He removes the Bane-buster Harness and starts working at how to be able to keep his agility while still keeping the strength augmentation that was required to take on someone like Zod or others that would be able to outmatch a mortal man.
He looked through the doors as he waited. He believed that they would follow. He half expected the teleporters to already be at the tube with the others when he reached it.
He ran his tongue over his teeth while he pondered why they weren't there. As such he wasn't about to walk back. So he hit another button causing portion of his utility center's wall to expose what looked like a motorcycle seat and handlebars set-up over a single wide tire. Upon it being placed on the floor he rolled it out and hit a button on its handle bars set up the tire scissored out showing it in truth were two and the turbine engine started.
He sat on the cycle and rode back to the group.
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Rose, Raya, Jamie, and Ceri
Merick grinned at Rose as she spoke. "That voting was rigged. I mean, seriously, who lets the new kid from Florida count the votes?!" Merick smiles before looking at the Thunder God.
Rose stared at him for a long moment, and then covered her eyes with her hands. "Oh, God, I forgot about that. That poor kid, of all the people to be named Chad. Good thing the Student Council did a recount..."
"So, your like the really real thing eh? Can't you just use your Godly dominion to make, like I don't know, the Norse God of 411 give you the answer? Nah... course not. Nothing is ever that easy." Merick continues to stare at the mountain of Divinity before him.
"'Norse God of 411,'" Rose mumbled. "That'd probably be Heimdall the watchman, or one of The Norns, they were oracle-women, kind of the Norse equivalent of The Weird Sisters... but I bet you a truckload of uru if Wraith couldn't find Our Girl by using the entire gosh-dang ginchy plane of Shadows as one big black scrying-pool, I doubt any of the Norsy-types could do it either. (I mean, that's kind of the problem, isn't it? She could just have taken the scenic route to meet Kyle at SMC, but the fact that she's totally off of every radar we have, that's some bad mojojuju vibes right there.)"
"Well, if they are paramilitary it is someone with a lot of money. By my count, that makes the list of suspects a lot smaller. And, given myself, and our present company, that list just got smaller. Anyone know of anyone else that might have a vested interest? Damn shame we just sent the Luthor boy off. I woulda enjoyed tryin to get him to talk... assuming he knew anything. Well, fun for us either way I s'pose. Lacking that, perhaps Odin, the computer not yer Dad, My Lord, can try to cross reference people with significant funds, and people that have interests in the area? Meanwhile, by my last count we have several folks here what can get us anywhere in the world in the blink of an eye? Whatta ya say we go see if there is anyone in Smallville that saw anything? Does the girl have family? They could be targetted if whatever these guys have planned doesn't work. They need to be looked after." Edmund smiles wearily. Its not everyday a sinner meets a God face to face, on his own front porch.
If Raya had eventually decided that Thor was on the level, she gave no sign.
If J'onn, magnificent Lawgiver J'onn, if J'onn could consider this bruiser a threat, he must be a threat indeed. No matter that they had set aside their differences, Kryptonians no longer believed in magic, and this man, this god, he reeked of magic, he and his hammer had more magic in them even than that old knife she'd left behind in The Phantom Zone.
And this computer with a magic name was spouting Kryptonian terminology like one of The Monitor Womb Crystal Intelligences utilised by an early iteration of The Sapphire Guardsmen, barely-sentient AIs given to florid speech, ODIN was talking like one of these. A chill like unshining blue sunlight ran down her spine.
But this man, this elderly fellow with the gait like a feline and the razor instincts of a shark, he was speaking wisdom.
As The Black Hood returned astride his motored cycle-- it still burned hydrocarbons, she noticed with distaste, but at least it did so with relative efficiency --Raya tilted her head.
"Perhaps a division of forces would be best," she mused. "Regardless of The Last Daughter's familial relationships, some could remain here to gather intel and formulate strategy, while those of us with communications abilities, superhuman hearing and the like, could be dispatched to begin pursuing avenues of investigation."
Jamie smiled a soft grin at Damian as he returned, a little twinge of apology in his bespectacled dark eyes. "Sorry we were slow on the follow-on, Son of Bat. Didn't mean to leave you in the lurch. Still collating data, eh-wot? Does us no good, 'kicking into touch.'"
Ceri nodded faintly. "Seems a bit hypocritical in retrospect, seeing as you were the one cautioning us to not face Zod without more meteorites, and we charged off to Honduras anyway... but if Rosy's instincts are right about this, this isn't just your average knock-down drag-out with bad bad men: this is a rescue mission. And that's not something yeh enter into half-cocked. M'sorry, Hood."
Merick grinned at Rose as she spoke. "That voting was rigged. I mean, seriously, who lets the new kid from Florida count the votes?!" Merick smiles before looking at the Thunder God.
Rose stared at him for a long moment, and then covered her eyes with her hands. "Oh, God, I forgot about that. That poor kid, of all the people to be named Chad. Good thing the Student Council did a recount..."
"So, your like the really real thing eh? Can't you just use your Godly dominion to make, like I don't know, the Norse God of 411 give you the answer? Nah... course not. Nothing is ever that easy." Merick continues to stare at the mountain of Divinity before him.
"'Norse God of 411,'" Rose mumbled. "That'd probably be Heimdall the watchman, or one of The Norns, they were oracle-women, kind of the Norse equivalent of The Weird Sisters... but I bet you a truckload of uru if Wraith couldn't find Our Girl by using the entire gosh-dang ginchy plane of Shadows as one big black scrying-pool, I doubt any of the Norsy-types could do it either. (I mean, that's kind of the problem, isn't it? She could just have taken the scenic route to meet Kyle at SMC, but the fact that she's totally off of every radar we have, that's some bad mojojuju vibes right there.)"
"Well, if they are paramilitary it is someone with a lot of money. By my count, that makes the list of suspects a lot smaller. And, given myself, and our present company, that list just got smaller. Anyone know of anyone else that might have a vested interest? Damn shame we just sent the Luthor boy off. I woulda enjoyed tryin to get him to talk... assuming he knew anything. Well, fun for us either way I s'pose. Lacking that, perhaps Odin, the computer not yer Dad, My Lord, can try to cross reference people with significant funds, and people that have interests in the area? Meanwhile, by my last count we have several folks here what can get us anywhere in the world in the blink of an eye? Whatta ya say we go see if there is anyone in Smallville that saw anything? Does the girl have family? They could be targetted if whatever these guys have planned doesn't work. They need to be looked after." Edmund smiles wearily. Its not everyday a sinner meets a God face to face, on his own front porch.
If Raya had eventually decided that Thor was on the level, she gave no sign.
If J'onn, magnificent Lawgiver J'onn, if J'onn could consider this bruiser a threat, he must be a threat indeed. No matter that they had set aside their differences, Kryptonians no longer believed in magic, and this man, this god, he reeked of magic, he and his hammer had more magic in them even than that old knife she'd left behind in The Phantom Zone.
And this computer with a magic name was spouting Kryptonian terminology like one of The Monitor Womb Crystal Intelligences utilised by an early iteration of The Sapphire Guardsmen, barely-sentient AIs given to florid speech, ODIN was talking like one of these. A chill like unshining blue sunlight ran down her spine.
But this man, this elderly fellow with the gait like a feline and the razor instincts of a shark, he was speaking wisdom.
As The Black Hood returned astride his motored cycle-- it still burned hydrocarbons, she noticed with distaste, but at least it did so with relative efficiency --Raya tilted her head.
"Perhaps a division of forces would be best," she mused. "Regardless of The Last Daughter's familial relationships, some could remain here to gather intel and formulate strategy, while those of us with communications abilities, superhuman hearing and the like, could be dispatched to begin pursuing avenues of investigation."
Jamie smiled a soft grin at Damian as he returned, a little twinge of apology in his bespectacled dark eyes. "Sorry we were slow on the follow-on, Son of Bat. Didn't mean to leave you in the lurch. Still collating data, eh-wot? Does us no good, 'kicking into touch.'"
Ceri nodded faintly. "Seems a bit hypocritical in retrospect, seeing as you were the one cautioning us to not face Zod without more meteorites, and we charged off to Honduras anyway... but if Rosy's instincts are right about this, this isn't just your average knock-down drag-out with bad bad men: this is a rescue mission. And that's not something yeh enter into half-cocked. M'sorry, Hood."
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Var-Sen
The Kryptonian looked from Chloe to Merrick, and then to Bekka.
He thought for a moment.
"ODIN, do you recall the resonating sound of the pieces of the Crystals of Knowledge? And if so, can you replicate this frequency, upload it into a communications satellite, and broadcast it across Earth?"
If this was able to be done, no one save a Kryptonian, and of course the Martian Manhunter, should be able to hear it.
But, there was an issue there....the sound would likely be so intense that it would put he and Raya on their knees in pain.
Chances had to be taken.
The Kryptonian looked from Chloe to Merrick, and then to Bekka.
He thought for a moment.
"ODIN, do you recall the resonating sound of the pieces of the Crystals of Knowledge? And if so, can you replicate this frequency, upload it into a communications satellite, and broadcast it across Earth?"
If this was able to be done, no one save a Kryptonian, and of course the Martian Manhunter, should be able to hear it.
But, there was an issue there....the sound would likely be so intense that it would put he and Raya on their knees in pain.
Chances had to be taken.
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J'onn and Thor
"Of course," Thor said, after listening to Merrick and Rose. "We could easily ask Heimdall himself. Heimdall, who can see into forever, could surely locate the one we seek. However," he cautioned, "one of you who know her well must travel with me to Asgard so that Heimdall may see her through your eyes."
The Martian Manhunter cocked his head to one side. "Interesting," he observed. "And how long would such a journey take?"
"You would not even know we had left this place," Thor said, gesturing around him. "But should the Odin that rests within your computer not discover her whereabouts, then to Heimdall we shall go."
Thor moved over to Bekka, watching and waiting for the AI named for the Lord of Asgard to speak in answer to Var-Sen's request.
"Of course," Thor said, after listening to Merrick and Rose. "We could easily ask Heimdall himself. Heimdall, who can see into forever, could surely locate the one we seek. However," he cautioned, "one of you who know her well must travel with me to Asgard so that Heimdall may see her through your eyes."
The Martian Manhunter cocked his head to one side. "Interesting," he observed. "And how long would such a journey take?"
"You would not even know we had left this place," Thor said, gesturing around him. "But should the Odin that rests within your computer not discover her whereabouts, then to Heimdall we shall go."
Thor moved over to Bekka, watching and waiting for the AI named for the Lord of Asgard to speak in answer to Var-Sen's request.
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Wraith & Bekka & Odin
"Given a physical body and time to grow the proper crystals I could create the assembly for a Oracle Crystal, which is what the Crystal of Knowledge is. BRAINAC had several files I was able to assimilate, and I am learning more as I find more bits of his code in the World Below. Human devices cannot create the proper harmonics unfortunately, so the idea of creating a sonic call is unattainable. Also, there is a 8% chance such a device would cause a aneurysm in any Kryptonian within one mile of the device, so I would be unable to comply with said directive, as a life would be in jeopardy.
But do not be without hope Var-Sen of Krypton, for I am able to communicate with the machines of this world, and the Himachi weather satellite launched in 2006 to study atmospheric anomalies was over Kansas thirty minutes ago and registered a anomaly that I give a 35% chance to be the slipstream caused by a Kryptonian moving at hypersonic speeds. Anomaly tracked from Smallville to Metropolis, where it was lost. I concur with Raya's plan to divide forces to explore all possible probabilities. The daughter of Zor-El must be found."
Bekka swallowed and looked down at the unit in her hand. "Right. Min, be a dear and go get ten more G7 units please from the plane. I don't want to loose anyone else."
"Yes Miss Greystone." And with that the slim Chinese woman was off, running to the plane to gather the gear.
"OK, this is weird." I said. I stepped away from Rose and paused, turning and looking at everyone here. "OK, Everyone here pretty well knows everyone else (well, except for your lady here Professor, but if she has that good of taste in men then she's already cleared for outsider intel.), so you know me. I think we should split in three groups. Merick, grab Diana,Ceri Thor and Bat..Hood.. whoever and port in where we lost that locater signal. If we are going to get hit with a armed response it will be you getting hit, and you can handle it Launchpad.
Rose Chloe and Me will pop in close but not in the spotlight. We are your backup team, and if it's clear Chloe can most likely find some clues as to who we are up against. Don't worry about her, I'll keep her safe. She doesn't get near the area until you sound the all clear.
Professor, you, John and your lady head to Metropolis. With the speeds you can move a search of the city shouldn't be too time consuming.
Oh, and Dr. Hamilton, you stay here with Bekka and try and find out what the frell is wrong with Odin!"
"Good plan Spooky," Bekka said, "But what do we do when we find whomever has our girl?"
I turned and looked at Bekka, and my voice dropped to a low, dangerous tone "Then we reign Hell down upon them until we get her back!"
"Given a physical body and time to grow the proper crystals I could create the assembly for a Oracle Crystal, which is what the Crystal of Knowledge is. BRAINAC had several files I was able to assimilate, and I am learning more as I find more bits of his code in the World Below. Human devices cannot create the proper harmonics unfortunately, so the idea of creating a sonic call is unattainable. Also, there is a 8% chance such a device would cause a aneurysm in any Kryptonian within one mile of the device, so I would be unable to comply with said directive, as a life would be in jeopardy.
But do not be without hope Var-Sen of Krypton, for I am able to communicate with the machines of this world, and the Himachi weather satellite launched in 2006 to study atmospheric anomalies was over Kansas thirty minutes ago and registered a anomaly that I give a 35% chance to be the slipstream caused by a Kryptonian moving at hypersonic speeds. Anomaly tracked from Smallville to Metropolis, where it was lost. I concur with Raya's plan to divide forces to explore all possible probabilities. The daughter of Zor-El must be found."
Bekka swallowed and looked down at the unit in her hand. "Right. Min, be a dear and go get ten more G7 units please from the plane. I don't want to loose anyone else."
"Yes Miss Greystone." And with that the slim Chinese woman was off, running to the plane to gather the gear.
"OK, this is weird." I said. I stepped away from Rose and paused, turning and looking at everyone here. "OK, Everyone here pretty well knows everyone else (well, except for your lady here Professor, but if she has that good of taste in men then she's already cleared for outsider intel.), so you know me. I think we should split in three groups. Merick, grab Diana,Ceri Thor and Bat..Hood.. whoever and port in where we lost that locater signal. If we are going to get hit with a armed response it will be you getting hit, and you can handle it Launchpad.
Rose Chloe and Me will pop in close but not in the spotlight. We are your backup team, and if it's clear Chloe can most likely find some clues as to who we are up against. Don't worry about her, I'll keep her safe. She doesn't get near the area until you sound the all clear.
Professor, you, John and your lady head to Metropolis. With the speeds you can move a search of the city shouldn't be too time consuming.
Oh, and Dr. Hamilton, you stay here with Bekka and try and find out what the frell is wrong with Odin!"
"Good plan Spooky," Bekka said, "But what do we do when we find whomever has our girl?"
I turned and looked at Bekka, and my voice dropped to a low, dangerous tone "Then we reign Hell down upon them until we get her back!"
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Edmund looked at Wraith.
"Ok. Then what do me and Dale do? 'Tween the two of us, I have faith we can hold off anyone that comes looking for trouble. So, pardon me ma'am, I didn't catch your name, but mayhaps this ole polecat can be of service watching over these "familial relations". Edmund bows slightly and smiles at Raya. "I just can tell you, if I were running the show, I would be using any relation I could as leverage. Using them to break her. You know, from my own experience. Bekka, please make yourself at home. I think you will find my systems more than adequate."
"Ok. Then what do me and Dale do? 'Tween the two of us, I have faith we can hold off anyone that comes looking for trouble. So, pardon me ma'am, I didn't catch your name, but mayhaps this ole polecat can be of service watching over these "familial relations". Edmund bows slightly and smiles at Raya. "I just can tell you, if I were running the show, I would be using any relation I could as leverage. Using them to break her. You know, from my own experience. Bekka, please make yourself at home. I think you will find my systems more than adequate."
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Var-Sen nodded his head.
"I was afraid there would be danger in replicating the signal," he said. "The Crystal itself is now housed within the Fortress of Solitude, and only one of the House of El could remove it." He sighed. "And we seem to be running a bit short on those at the moment."
Thor stepped up. "I will lend whatever aid you deem worthy," he told them. "And I will gladly wield Mjolnir against any enemy who affronts us. Be it known, though, that I believe I would serve best guarding whatever asset you feel is your weakest or greatest. It is duty, sworn before my father, Odin, in his wisdom, that I serve the mortals of Midgard justly." He looked around him at those gathered. "Who is 'Diana'?" he asked.
The Martian Manhunter raised his eyes towards the sky. "We are wasting time," he said.
"I was afraid there would be danger in replicating the signal," he said. "The Crystal itself is now housed within the Fortress of Solitude, and only one of the House of El could remove it." He sighed. "And we seem to be running a bit short on those at the moment."
Thor stepped up. "I will lend whatever aid you deem worthy," he told them. "And I will gladly wield Mjolnir against any enemy who affronts us. Be it known, though, that I believe I would serve best guarding whatever asset you feel is your weakest or greatest. It is duty, sworn before my father, Odin, in his wisdom, that I serve the mortals of Midgard justly." He looked around him at those gathered. "Who is 'Diana'?" he asked.
The Martian Manhunter raised his eyes towards the sky. "We are wasting time," he said.
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Kara Zor-El stood up onto her feet, and even though there were no meteor rocks present she felt incredibly weak. She was strong enough to stand up and move around a little, at least, though little comfort that provided for her. There was something about the cage that didn't sit right with her. Upon approaching one side of the cage, Kara saw that the bars were actually hollow tubes, and when she placed a hand on it she felt a slight tingle in her fingers.
"You can try all you want. You're not getting out," Benjamin said as he began walking around the cage, studying the alien in front of him. "I've collected dozens of specimens since I first came to this wretched state. Ever since the first meteor shower... Hundreds of tests. But with you... when I saw that photograph... I had to have you. And I'll have the others, too."
"What others? What do you want with me?"
"What do I want? I want answers. I want to know... everything."
"I'm not telling you anything." Kara Zor-El said defiantly.
Benjamin Wallis smirked and then turned to walk over towards a small control panel not more than a few feet away from Kara's cell.
"I thought you might say that."
Suddenly the cage became immersed in Kryptonite radiation, and Kara fell to the ground almost immediately. Her skin grew sickly, almost diseased-like, and all she could was cry out in pain. Cry out... and hope that the pain would stop.
She didn't understand any of it...
Why they were doing this to her...
After watching her suffer for a short while, Benjamin lowered the radiation levels, and the pain that had once wracked Kara's body finally subsided, leaving her lying on the ground in shock.
"I imagine that... one-hundred percent will kill you. I'd prefer we not get to that point."
"You can try all you want. You're not getting out," Benjamin said as he began walking around the cage, studying the alien in front of him. "I've collected dozens of specimens since I first came to this wretched state. Ever since the first meteor shower... Hundreds of tests. But with you... when I saw that photograph... I had to have you. And I'll have the others, too."
"What others? What do you want with me?"
"What do I want? I want answers. I want to know... everything."
"I'm not telling you anything." Kara Zor-El said defiantly.
Benjamin Wallis smirked and then turned to walk over towards a small control panel not more than a few feet away from Kara's cell.
"I thought you might say that."
Suddenly the cage became immersed in Kryptonite radiation, and Kara fell to the ground almost immediately. Her skin grew sickly, almost diseased-like, and all she could was cry out in pain. Cry out... and hope that the pain would stop.
She didn't understand any of it...
Why they were doing this to her...
After watching her suffer for a short while, Benjamin lowered the radiation levels, and the pain that had once wracked Kara's body finally subsided, leaving her lying on the ground in shock.
"I imagine that... one-hundred percent will kill you. I'd prefer we not get to that point."
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"Ok. Then what do me and Dale do? 'Tween the two of us, I have faith we can hold off anyone that comes looking for trouble. So, pardon me ma'am, I didn't catch your name, but mayhaps this ole polecat can be of service watching over these "familial relations". Edmund bowed slightly and smiled at Raya. "I just can tell you, if I were running the show, I would be using any relation I could as leverage. Using them to break her
I paused, I hadn't thought of that.
"Good idea. Merick, drop your dad and grandpa at the Kent farm, then get back here and lets get going! If there aren't any more objections then lets split up and get to work."
I paused, I hadn't thought of that.
"Good idea. Merick, drop your dad and grandpa at the Kent farm, then get back here and lets get going! If there aren't any more objections then lets split up and get to work."
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Merick nods and looks at his father and grandfather.
You guys be safe." Merick moves to his parents and grandfather. "Be right back."
Dale turns to Marcy and smiles. "Go in and help the Doc and Miss Greystone. I will be fine. I promise."
Marcy fixes Edmund with a firm glare. You bring him back to me Edmund. Bring him back in one piece." Marcy kisses her husband and then turns back to Edmund. "See if you can bring yourself back to will ya." Marcy moves away and stands by Jamie.
The world swooshes around the Tennylson men. In a moment they are standing on the front lawn of the Kent Farm. Merick doesn't wait. As soon as he gets his bearings he is off again.
Edmund and Dale nod at each other and start moving to the front porch. Both of them watching their surroundings. Like two predatory hunters they watch for any sign of trouble. To the outside world they would have looked rather normal, but inside, their minds are racing and they are taking in as much information as they can. Edmund especially.
As they ascend the porch Edmund reaches out and knocks on the door.
You guys be safe." Merick moves to his parents and grandfather. "Be right back."
Dale turns to Marcy and smiles. "Go in and help the Doc and Miss Greystone. I will be fine. I promise."
Marcy fixes Edmund with a firm glare. You bring him back to me Edmund. Bring him back in one piece." Marcy kisses her husband and then turns back to Edmund. "See if you can bring yourself back to will ya." Marcy moves away and stands by Jamie.
The world swooshes around the Tennylson men. In a moment they are standing on the front lawn of the Kent Farm. Merick doesn't wait. As soon as he gets his bearings he is off again.
Edmund and Dale nod at each other and start moving to the front porch. Both of them watching their surroundings. Like two predatory hunters they watch for any sign of trouble. To the outside world they would have looked rather normal, but inside, their minds are racing and they are taking in as much information as they can. Edmund especially.
As they ascend the porch Edmund reaches out and knocks on the door.
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Raya
The Martian Manhunter raised his eyes towards the sky. "We are wasting time," he said.
And Raya agreed.
She knew a little bit about humans. She knew enough to know she respected them wholeheartedly, she knew enough to speak with some of their nations.
She was trying to be respectful of the human way of doing things.
But she was not human.
Her heart had eight chambers. She had a secondary metabolism that digested sunlight in a manner not unlike photosynthesis, and this metabolism was alive with the light of a yellow sun. She had subcellular organelles that conducted her solar energy to her eyes to be expelled as radiant infrared light and heat.
She was not human.
She had not been raised human, like Kara Zor-El, nor had she spent decades upon decades in the company of humans like her husband-to-be.
This pseudo-Kryptonian intelligence mentioned a place called "Metropolis."
In the languages of men, this could be any city of sufficient size, or sufficient population. There were a number of cities by this name in the contiguous vicinity of these "United States." But only one was of likely proximity to The Last Daughter's last known location, and only one of them was big enough to lose a Kryptonian in. These were the same place.
And it was barely a stone's throw away.
The teleporter Merick departed with the aged wise man and another whose name she'd not yet comprehended in context.
And when he left, she decided that enough time had been wasted.
"'Metropolis,'" she murmured. "I can see it. Fragile and beautiful, made mostly of glass."
She glanced at John Smith and J'onn J'onzz. "I can see it."
And she bent her legs, clad in black denim, and she pivoted slightly as she bent, her arms clad in black cotton curling a little bit around herself...
...she bent her legs and the bedrock beneath her cracked...
...and she was gone, a blur that split the sky.
...she was in Metropolis, Kansas, standing atop LuthorCorp tower, not far from a building topped with a golden, twirling globe.
She stood there and she listened and she burrowed into the city with her eyes, seeking out The Last Daughter of Hope.
"Kara Zor-El. You are not alone."
The Martian Manhunter raised his eyes towards the sky. "We are wasting time," he said.
And Raya agreed.
She knew a little bit about humans. She knew enough to know she respected them wholeheartedly, she knew enough to speak with some of their nations.
She was trying to be respectful of the human way of doing things.
But she was not human.
Her heart had eight chambers. She had a secondary metabolism that digested sunlight in a manner not unlike photosynthesis, and this metabolism was alive with the light of a yellow sun. She had subcellular organelles that conducted her solar energy to her eyes to be expelled as radiant infrared light and heat.
She was not human.
She had not been raised human, like Kara Zor-El, nor had she spent decades upon decades in the company of humans like her husband-to-be.
This pseudo-Kryptonian intelligence mentioned a place called "Metropolis."
In the languages of men, this could be any city of sufficient size, or sufficient population. There were a number of cities by this name in the contiguous vicinity of these "United States." But only one was of likely proximity to The Last Daughter's last known location, and only one of them was big enough to lose a Kryptonian in. These were the same place.
And it was barely a stone's throw away.
The teleporter Merick departed with the aged wise man and another whose name she'd not yet comprehended in context.
And when he left, she decided that enough time had been wasted.
"'Metropolis,'" she murmured. "I can see it. Fragile and beautiful, made mostly of glass."
She glanced at John Smith and J'onn J'onzz. "I can see it."
And she bent her legs, clad in black denim, and she pivoted slightly as she bent, her arms clad in black cotton curling a little bit around herself...
...she bent her legs and the bedrock beneath her cracked...
...and she was gone, a blur that split the sky.
...she was in Metropolis, Kansas, standing atop LuthorCorp tower, not far from a building topped with a golden, twirling globe.
She stood there and she listened and she burrowed into the city with her eyes, seeking out The Last Daughter of Hope.
"Kara Zor-El. You are not alone."
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Thor stepped up. "I will lend whatever aid you deem worthy," he told them. "And I will gladly wield Mjolnir against any enemy who affronts us. Be it known, though, that I believe I would serve best guarding whatever asset you feel is your weakest or greatest. It is duty, sworn before my father, Odin, in his wisdom, that I serve the mortals of Midgard justly." He looked around him at those gathered. "Who is 'Diana'?" he asked.
Rose ran her tongue over her teeth.
"Diana's the pretty one," she murmured. "The really pretty one with dark hair that runs like blazes and kicks like a mule on MGH. Trust you me, she can take care of herself. So can't all of us here. I mean, if you're looking for someone to protect, I'd tell you to look after my mum, your 'sister,' she's pretty bad-ass but she doesn't have any superpowers. That, um, I know of."
She blinked, and shook her head, and put her hands in her pockets, very much like her father. "I'd want you to look after her, if you could. But then, I'm biased. If not her, then Watchtower--"
"No, Val," Chloe shook her head with a murmur. "Your boy's got a good head for tactics, Thor goes with the first wave; if anyone belongs on the front lines it's the god of Thunder. Besides, don't worry about me. I can take a hit. Not, you know, like a champ, but I can take it. (Used up two bonus lives so far this week, what's a couple dozen more?)"
...Gabe was holding his head in both hands and he was frowning. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..."
Pete frowned at him, moved in close, murmured under his breath, "'C'mon,' Chloe's Dad, what?"
Gabe shook his head, spat on the ground, sighed as he glanced at Pete. "Always did know where to be. Just a... weird kind of sense. Thought maybe... if I thought hard enough about this Last Daughter, I'd know where to be to help her. But it's not working, Rose was right, off the radar..."
Pete patted him on the shoulder. "Worth a shot, m'man."
Gabe looked at him, and suddenly looked about five years older. "But I do know where you should be. You go with Chloe and Rose and Wraith."
"Plantmanagersayswhat?" Pete blinked.
Gabe kind of half-shoved Pete towards Chloe, smiled softly, shook his head again. "She's looking for clues. How's she going to look for clues without her very best reporter? Should also take the animal-shifter: bear or bloodhound, he'll not be bad to have along."
Pete digested this, and threw a wad of Stride into his mouth, chewing that over as he digested what Gabe had said. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm on it."
Gabe nodded, and watched Pete move to Chloe's side. "Good man. Good man."
Pete chewed his gum, and saluted Chloe with a nightstick, and Chloe grinned at him and hugged him. "Reportin' for duty."
"Chewing bubble gum and kicking ass?" Chloe winked.
"All outta bubble gum," Pete mused. "Turns out spearmint's not so bad, tho'."
...and Merick vanished with Dale and Edmund, and Raya vanished into the sky, and Merick came back.
Chloe kissed him on the cheek. "Hitching a ride with a different teleporter. Don't be jealous." And then she kissed him on the lips, and moved back to Wraith's side, with Pete.
Pete beckoned to Gar. "C'mon, 'Animal Dude.' Let's make ourselves damn useful."
Rose hesitated.
Her dad put his hand on her cheek, and smiled at her. "'Ere we go again, eh?"
Rose smiled a shaky smile. "Just like new times."
Ceri took Jamie's hand from Rose's cheek, and kissed the back of it, and Jamie gazed at her with a kind of broken wonderment.
"Ceri--" he started, but Ceri put her finger across Jamie's lips.
"Don't say it, James," she murmured, "yeh big idiot. Because if you say it, I won't have to come back to hear it. And I like it when yeh give me reason to come back."
Jamie hesitated, and then nodded. "Right, then. Best come back."
Rose's grin wobbled a little more. "Will do, Dad. Have fun playing with the crazy hybrid A.I."
Ceri kissed Rose on the forehead, and they looked at each other for a moment.
"'They will let no peril harm thee,'" Ceri murmured.
"'Ar hyd y nos,'" Rose agreed.
Rose moved to join Wraith, and Pete, and Chloe, and maybe Gar...
...and she walked a little taller, and there was the glint of ice and the spark of fire in her eyes.
And Ceri smiled faintly at Jamie, and Jamie smiled faintly at Ceri, and then Ceri turned to Diana and to The Black Hood. "Come along then. Bring yeh bike, might have a chase scene."
And she turned, and she walked to Thor's side.
"Let's kick some arse."
Rose ran her tongue over her teeth.
"Diana's the pretty one," she murmured. "The really pretty one with dark hair that runs like blazes and kicks like a mule on MGH. Trust you me, she can take care of herself. So can't all of us here. I mean, if you're looking for someone to protect, I'd tell you to look after my mum, your 'sister,' she's pretty bad-ass but she doesn't have any superpowers. That, um, I know of."
She blinked, and shook her head, and put her hands in her pockets, very much like her father. "I'd want you to look after her, if you could. But then, I'm biased. If not her, then Watchtower--"
"No, Val," Chloe shook her head with a murmur. "Your boy's got a good head for tactics, Thor goes with the first wave; if anyone belongs on the front lines it's the god of Thunder. Besides, don't worry about me. I can take a hit. Not, you know, like a champ, but I can take it. (Used up two bonus lives so far this week, what's a couple dozen more?)"
...Gabe was holding his head in both hands and he was frowning. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..."
Pete frowned at him, moved in close, murmured under his breath, "'C'mon,' Chloe's Dad, what?"
Gabe shook his head, spat on the ground, sighed as he glanced at Pete. "Always did know where to be. Just a... weird kind of sense. Thought maybe... if I thought hard enough about this Last Daughter, I'd know where to be to help her. But it's not working, Rose was right, off the radar..."
Pete patted him on the shoulder. "Worth a shot, m'man."
Gabe looked at him, and suddenly looked about five years older. "But I do know where you should be. You go with Chloe and Rose and Wraith."
"Plantmanagersayswhat?" Pete blinked.
Gabe kind of half-shoved Pete towards Chloe, smiled softly, shook his head again. "She's looking for clues. How's she going to look for clues without her very best reporter? Should also take the animal-shifter: bear or bloodhound, he'll not be bad to have along."
Pete digested this, and threw a wad of Stride into his mouth, chewing that over as he digested what Gabe had said. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm on it."
Gabe nodded, and watched Pete move to Chloe's side. "Good man. Good man."
Pete chewed his gum, and saluted Chloe with a nightstick, and Chloe grinned at him and hugged him. "Reportin' for duty."
"Chewing bubble gum and kicking ass?" Chloe winked.
"All outta bubble gum," Pete mused. "Turns out spearmint's not so bad, tho'."
...and Merick vanished with Dale and Edmund, and Raya vanished into the sky, and Merick came back.
Chloe kissed him on the cheek. "Hitching a ride with a different teleporter. Don't be jealous." And then she kissed him on the lips, and moved back to Wraith's side, with Pete.
Pete beckoned to Gar. "C'mon, 'Animal Dude.' Let's make ourselves damn useful."
Rose hesitated.
Her dad put his hand on her cheek, and smiled at her. "'Ere we go again, eh?"
Rose smiled a shaky smile. "Just like new times."
Ceri took Jamie's hand from Rose's cheek, and kissed the back of it, and Jamie gazed at her with a kind of broken wonderment.
"Ceri--" he started, but Ceri put her finger across Jamie's lips.
"Don't say it, James," she murmured, "yeh big idiot. Because if you say it, I won't have to come back to hear it. And I like it when yeh give me reason to come back."
Jamie hesitated, and then nodded. "Right, then. Best come back."
Rose's grin wobbled a little more. "Will do, Dad. Have fun playing with the crazy hybrid A.I."
Ceri kissed Rose on the forehead, and they looked at each other for a moment.
"'They will let no peril harm thee,'" Ceri murmured.
"'Ar hyd y nos,'" Rose agreed.
Rose moved to join Wraith, and Pete, and Chloe, and maybe Gar...
...and she walked a little taller, and there was the glint of ice and the spark of fire in her eyes.
And Ceri smiled faintly at Jamie, and Jamie smiled faintly at Ceri, and then Ceri turned to Diana and to The Black Hood. "Come along then. Bring yeh bike, might have a chase scene."
And she turned, and she walked to Thor's side.
"Let's kick some arse."
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Gar, back in human form, slaps Merick heartily on the arm. "Don't worry bro, I will make sure your girl is safe. Do your thing." Gar grins and steps up beside Pete. "Dude... it's Changeling."
Merick grins still relishing the feel of Chloe's lips on his. "I trust you Chloe. Just be careful. And Gar, you better keep her safe. Chloe... look... I don't really do the emotional thing very well, but well... ya know... look, just remember our date okay?" Merick swooshes to Chloes side and he kisses her quickly and with passion before swooshing back to his last position. "Wraith, keep her safe for me. Rosy too." Merick grins as he reaches into the seemingly bottomless pockets of his jacket and pulls out a pack of Yipes! Stripes and tosses them to Pete. "I like it better than spearmint personally. Come on Pete, never leave home with out the elevensies. Outsiders? We ready to roll?"
Merick grins still relishing the feel of Chloe's lips on his. "I trust you Chloe. Just be careful. And Gar, you better keep her safe. Chloe... look... I don't really do the emotional thing very well, but well... ya know... look, just remember our date okay?" Merick swooshes to Chloes side and he kisses her quickly and with passion before swooshing back to his last position. "Wraith, keep her safe for me. Rosy too." Merick grins as he reaches into the seemingly bottomless pockets of his jacket and pulls out a pack of Yipes! Stripes and tosses them to Pete. "I like it better than spearmint personally. Come on Pete, never leave home with out the elevensies. Outsiders? We ready to roll?"
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Diana had kept quiet through what had followed the reunion of the majority of the group. She'd kept her own council as they spoke to this "god".
Ceri gave her the order to come along and she took her place with her. "I am as ready as I can be, but I could wish that after the last battle, I had a spear and sword." She shook her head remembering how poorly she'd fared against Aries.
"I find myself feeling naked without my weapons and armor. But I suppose I will have to get by with what I have," She idly rubbed the "bracelets" she wore, "I just hope my training gets me through this time. I did not care for the accelerated healing that I went through on the return from China."
Ceri gave her the order to come along and she took her place with her. "I am as ready as I can be, but I could wish that after the last battle, I had a spear and sword." She shook her head remembering how poorly she'd fared against Aries.
"I find myself feeling naked without my weapons and armor. But I suppose I will have to get by with what I have," She idly rubbed the "bracelets" she wore, "I just hope my training gets me through this time. I did not care for the accelerated healing that I went through on the return from China."
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Wraith
"I have one last thing to say before we go."
I paused, looking them all in the eye, then continued.
"A few days ago we were strangers. Just flotsam lost in the sweeping river of humanity, but fate, karma or something has pulled us together. We are all a part of something greater than ourselves. We have chosen the path less traveled, chosen to stand between those who would do harm and the helpless, and bringers of hope and justice. One of us, the one who may burn the brightest is missing, and we will pull together, a league of heroes, and we stand by each other, and stand together, even though we are apart."
I looked down at Rose, and took her hand, then reached over and placed my other hand on Merics shoulder.
"Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war! Now lets go kick some ass! Pete, Changeling, lets go."
"I have one last thing to say before we go."
I paused, looking them all in the eye, then continued.
"A few days ago we were strangers. Just flotsam lost in the sweeping river of humanity, but fate, karma or something has pulled us together. We are all a part of something greater than ourselves. We have chosen the path less traveled, chosen to stand between those who would do harm and the helpless, and bringers of hope and justice. One of us, the one who may burn the brightest is missing, and we will pull together, a league of heroes, and we stand by each other, and stand together, even though we are apart."
I looked down at Rose, and took her hand, then reached over and placed my other hand on Merics shoulder.
"Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war! Now lets go kick some ass! Pete, Changeling, lets go."
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Alfred
"I am as ready as I can be, but I could wish that after the last battle, I had a spear and sword." She shook her head remembering how poorly she'd fared against Aries.
"I find myself feeling naked without my weapons and armor. But I suppose I will have to get by with what I have," She idly rubbed the "bracelets" she wore, "I just hope my training gets me through this time. I did not care for the accelerated healing that I went through on the return from China."
Alfred, too, had remained quiet for the most of this.
But he had seen the valour in the young woman called Diana before she'd left for China, and he knew Ceri from long, long ago, had once seen her engage in mock battle with similar focus and ferocity to that which was generally employed in the real thing.
And while Alfred, in general, abhorred the world of violence, he himself knew what it was to be capable of violence for the greater good.
He moved closer to Merick, and to the two dark-haired women that had just moved to his side.
"Madame," he murmured, the cultured French tones seeming at once diametrically opposed to and perfectly suited for his blue-collar Cockney accent, "et mademoiselle. If I might be so bold...? I 'ate to delay the trip still furtha' afta' Masta' Wraith's glorious speech-- Kenneth Charles Branagh would be proud, I'd wayja' --and assorted protestations of wasted time? ...but if weapons and accoutrements are required, well, you two might not know but there's a vast assortment of such 'ardware in glass cases down below of our 'ost's manse. A quick side-trip away, unda' th' powa' of me knot'ole-gazing friend, 'ere."
He glanced at Merick, and his eyes danced over Diana and Ceri, scrutninising them.
"If you must dive amongst the blood and thunda' and fire and steel," Alfred mused, "let you at least be well-prepared for it."
"I am as ready as I can be, but I could wish that after the last battle, I had a spear and sword." She shook her head remembering how poorly she'd fared against Aries.
"I find myself feeling naked without my weapons and armor. But I suppose I will have to get by with what I have," She idly rubbed the "bracelets" she wore, "I just hope my training gets me through this time. I did not care for the accelerated healing that I went through on the return from China."
Alfred, too, had remained quiet for the most of this.
But he had seen the valour in the young woman called Diana before she'd left for China, and he knew Ceri from long, long ago, had once seen her engage in mock battle with similar focus and ferocity to that which was generally employed in the real thing.
And while Alfred, in general, abhorred the world of violence, he himself knew what it was to be capable of violence for the greater good.
He moved closer to Merick, and to the two dark-haired women that had just moved to his side.
"Madame," he murmured, the cultured French tones seeming at once diametrically opposed to and perfectly suited for his blue-collar Cockney accent, "et mademoiselle. If I might be so bold...? I 'ate to delay the trip still furtha' afta' Masta' Wraith's glorious speech-- Kenneth Charles Branagh would be proud, I'd wayja' --and assorted protestations of wasted time? ...but if weapons and accoutrements are required, well, you two might not know but there's a vast assortment of such 'ardware in glass cases down below of our 'ost's manse. A quick side-trip away, unda' th' powa' of me knot'ole-gazing friend, 'ere."
He glanced at Merick, and his eyes danced over Diana and Ceri, scrutninising them.
"If you must dive amongst the blood and thunda' and fire and steel," Alfred mused, "let you at least be well-prepared for it."
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Pete, Chloe, and Rose
"Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war! Now lets go kick some ass! Pete, Changeling, lets go."
Pete had, some hours previously, torn his ski mask to shreds to haphazardly bandage Dale Tennylson's wounds, wounds which were shortly thereafter miraculously healed by Chloe.
He reached up and he snatched the Fruit Stripe from the air, nodded firmly to Merick.
And then pulled out of the pocket of Bruce Wayne's R-emblazoned jacket the one remaining functional piece of the mask, a band that would cover his eyes-- with holes to peer through, naturally --and tie 'round the back of his head, and he donned this, pulled it tight.
"He gets to be 'Changeling,'" he murmured, "then I'm 'Robin Red.' Ain't much'a nuthin' fer a name, but it'll do 'till I get a better."
Chloe grinned softly at Merick, touching her lips after he'd kissed her and swooshed away, she smiled at him.
She was afraid. But she was less afraid to know Mer' was going to be out there with her.
"I haven't forgotten our date," she murmured. "Don't you forget the odds you've said you'd overcome to be there with me on the dancefloor."
Rose grinned faintly at Wraith, her wobbly smile abandoned for a cool, stern, wickedly seething expression more suitable for a Valkyrie than her usual expressions might.
"Nice speech," she murmured. "I dunno if it was a monologue or a soliloquy, I can never remember the difference. Still, any speech that riffs on both Bill Shakespeare and Bobby Frost...? All we need is a battlecry, now, our own battlecry without having to cry 'havoc.' Like, you know, 'Avengers Assemble?' We need... like... 'Take Care of Business.' 'Outsiders, T.C.B.!'"
She smiled faintly, and drew close to him, and prepared herself for battle.
"I guess we don't need one. But still, something to think about."
"Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war! Now lets go kick some ass! Pete, Changeling, lets go."
Pete had, some hours previously, torn his ski mask to shreds to haphazardly bandage Dale Tennylson's wounds, wounds which were shortly thereafter miraculously healed by Chloe.
He reached up and he snatched the Fruit Stripe from the air, nodded firmly to Merick.
And then pulled out of the pocket of Bruce Wayne's R-emblazoned jacket the one remaining functional piece of the mask, a band that would cover his eyes-- with holes to peer through, naturally --and tie 'round the back of his head, and he donned this, pulled it tight.
"He gets to be 'Changeling,'" he murmured, "then I'm 'Robin Red.' Ain't much'a nuthin' fer a name, but it'll do 'till I get a better."
Chloe grinned softly at Merick, touching her lips after he'd kissed her and swooshed away, she smiled at him.
She was afraid. But she was less afraid to know Mer' was going to be out there with her.
"I haven't forgotten our date," she murmured. "Don't you forget the odds you've said you'd overcome to be there with me on the dancefloor."
Rose grinned faintly at Wraith, her wobbly smile abandoned for a cool, stern, wickedly seething expression more suitable for a Valkyrie than her usual expressions might.
"Nice speech," she murmured. "I dunno if it was a monologue or a soliloquy, I can never remember the difference. Still, any speech that riffs on both Bill Shakespeare and Bobby Frost...? All we need is a battlecry, now, our own battlecry without having to cry 'havoc.' Like, you know, 'Avengers Assemble?' We need... like... 'Take Care of Business.' 'Outsiders, T.C.B.!'"
She smiled faintly, and drew close to him, and prepared herself for battle.
"I guess we don't need one. But still, something to think about."
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Thor, Var-Sen, the Martian Manhunter
The God of Thunder nodded his head at Rose's words, agreeing to the place he'd been assigned. She was a wise child, and as such, it would do well for him to heed her. He did not know his place among mortals, and as he knew he would learn, it would be from ones like her that the lessons would come.
He nodded to J'onn. "By your leave," he asked.
"Good hunting," came J'onn's reply.
And Ceri smiled faintly at Jamie, and Jamie smiled faintly at Ceri, and then Ceri turned to Diana and to The Black Hood. "Come along then. Bring yeh bike, might have a chase scene."
And she turned, and she walked to Thor's side.
"Let's kick some arse."
"Aye, M'lady," Thor said as he gripped Mjolnir and held it over his head. "Let us indeed! I have, for so long, been silent, watching, listening. But yet, I know now that I am bound to this place, to this Earth, as much as I am to Asgard, for I am a child of Gaiea as much as I am a child of Odin. Alas, I have yet to invoke that power, nor have I yet to speak with that voice. But this day, let that voice be heard!"
In the skies above there came the sound of thunder.
Var-Sen took to the sky after Raya, his speed matching hers, and within a moment he was standing beside her atop the LuthorCorp building in Metropolis.
He extended his powers of sight and hearing, listening and seeing as Raya was doing. And he heard her whispered thought.
"Kara Zor-El. You are not alone."
And never will she be. And never will you.
The Martian Manhunter watched as Var-Sen and Raya flew away. He took one last look at those gathered, those that were leaving, the powers searching for The One.
He gave Wraith a salute, and then he took to the skies, streaking red into the atmosphere, into the stratosphere, into space. There, J'onn J'onzz floated as Earth turned beneath him. He closed his Martian eyes and he concentrated. And then he concentrated harder. He reached out with senses beyond understanding. With the speed of thought, he touched the presences of every man, woman, and child on the planet beneath him. And then he searched, a psychic probe into the life essences of every creature, everything that made up the biosphere of this tiny world. His head began to ache, and he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he probed deeper, harder.
Kara. Speak to me, Kara, speak to me with your mind. Show me where you are. We will find you, Daughter of Krypton. You are not alone.
The last was, perhaps, a thought he heard from the other two Kryptonians who were intently searching for her far below. Whatever the case, it was truth.
Green Martians never lied.
The God of Thunder nodded his head at Rose's words, agreeing to the place he'd been assigned. She was a wise child, and as such, it would do well for him to heed her. He did not know his place among mortals, and as he knew he would learn, it would be from ones like her that the lessons would come.
He nodded to J'onn. "By your leave," he asked.
"Good hunting," came J'onn's reply.
And Ceri smiled faintly at Jamie, and Jamie smiled faintly at Ceri, and then Ceri turned to Diana and to The Black Hood. "Come along then. Bring yeh bike, might have a chase scene."
And she turned, and she walked to Thor's side.
"Let's kick some arse."
"Aye, M'lady," Thor said as he gripped Mjolnir and held it over his head. "Let us indeed! I have, for so long, been silent, watching, listening. But yet, I know now that I am bound to this place, to this Earth, as much as I am to Asgard, for I am a child of Gaiea as much as I am a child of Odin. Alas, I have yet to invoke that power, nor have I yet to speak with that voice. But this day, let that voice be heard!"
In the skies above there came the sound of thunder.
Var-Sen took to the sky after Raya, his speed matching hers, and within a moment he was standing beside her atop the LuthorCorp building in Metropolis.
He extended his powers of sight and hearing, listening and seeing as Raya was doing. And he heard her whispered thought.
"Kara Zor-El. You are not alone."
And never will she be. And never will you.
The Martian Manhunter watched as Var-Sen and Raya flew away. He took one last look at those gathered, those that were leaving, the powers searching for The One.
He gave Wraith a salute, and then he took to the skies, streaking red into the atmosphere, into the stratosphere, into space. There, J'onn J'onzz floated as Earth turned beneath him. He closed his Martian eyes and he concentrated. And then he concentrated harder. He reached out with senses beyond understanding. With the speed of thought, he touched the presences of every man, woman, and child on the planet beneath him. And then he searched, a psychic probe into the life essences of every creature, everything that made up the biosphere of this tiny world. His head began to ache, and he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he probed deeper, harder.
Kara. Speak to me, Kara, speak to me with your mind. Show me where you are. We will find you, Daughter of Krypton. You are not alone.
The last was, perhaps, a thought he heard from the other two Kryptonians who were intently searching for her far below. Whatever the case, it was truth.
Green Martians never lied.
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Merick grinned at Chloe. She really was amazing...
"Ok. Right. The Weapons Room in the basement thing... Ladies, please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times..." Merick steps closer to Diana and Ceri and then swoosh, they are in the basement, just on the other side of the door. "Bottom floor. Knives, Axes, Clubs, and other weapons of chaos and destruction. Please exit the ride safely." Merick waves a hand toward the three walls covered floor to ceiling with weapons.
The weapons room... truly a marvel of carnage inflicting toys... swords and knives of every description adorn one wall. The next a sections of staves, escrima sticks, axes and spears. Then comes the back wall. Adorned with various styles of shuko-like hand blades, and a section of hand guns. As Merick leans on a patch of wall, it slides open, revealing a small antechamber. In this there are several suits, similar in design to the one Merick had been given. It looked like every suit Edmund and Dale had ever worn was here. Including some that looked too small even for Merick. Apparently Dale had started young. To the back of the room there was a glass case, in which resided several suits of armor from various historical periods. Each one created by a master. Each one a perfect replica of the designs of a bygone age. Merick looks in astonishment at the collection of items.
Merick just stares at the marvelous toys. Each blade gleaming with deadly ferocity. Each weapon and piece of armor seeming to call out in unison with the malice and hatred of war. Merick looks back to Ceri and puts on a weak smile.
"Um... Merry Christmas?"
"Ok. Right. The Weapons Room in the basement thing... Ladies, please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times..." Merick steps closer to Diana and Ceri and then swoosh, they are in the basement, just on the other side of the door. "Bottom floor. Knives, Axes, Clubs, and other weapons of chaos and destruction. Please exit the ride safely." Merick waves a hand toward the three walls covered floor to ceiling with weapons.
The weapons room... truly a marvel of carnage inflicting toys... swords and knives of every description adorn one wall. The next a sections of staves, escrima sticks, axes and spears. Then comes the back wall. Adorned with various styles of shuko-like hand blades, and a section of hand guns. As Merick leans on a patch of wall, it slides open, revealing a small antechamber. In this there are several suits, similar in design to the one Merick had been given. It looked like every suit Edmund and Dale had ever worn was here. Including some that looked too small even for Merick. Apparently Dale had started young. To the back of the room there was a glass case, in which resided several suits of armor from various historical periods. Each one created by a master. Each one a perfect replica of the designs of a bygone age. Merick looks in astonishment at the collection of items.
Merick just stares at the marvelous toys. Each blade gleaming with deadly ferocity. Each weapon and piece of armor seeming to call out in unison with the malice and hatred of war. Merick looks back to Ceri and puts on a weak smile.
"Um... Merry Christmas?"
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ChasNicollette
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Ceri
Ceri ran her tongue over her teeth.
Just when the glittering array of death-dealing metals couldn't get more intimidating or incriminating, she thought, Merick opened a door and let another cat out of the bag.
"Nadolig llawen, Merick," she mused.
Her eyes flickered over the armoured suits, first the gear that resembled that of "Eddie," continuing generations, and then that which preceded these outfits on into antiquity.
Victorian.
Twelfth century.
Seventeenth century.
Fifteenth century...
Hm.
Eleventh century. Late sixties Norman. (Interesting.)
But she didn't waste a lot of time on this. Just dark eyes flickering.
Because there might not be time to waste.
She attended to the subject of weaponry.
Examining a quiver, quickly, she noted its arrows had a variety of heads. Bodkins, broadheads...
She shouldered the quiver, and helped herself to a bow.
To her left hip, she belted an improvised daisho: a side-sword, and a chisakatana.
To her right hip, she strapped a pair of smallish hand axes, equally suitable for throwing or for close-up work.
Mulling over her remaining choices, she pulled on a pair of gloves, leather, resembling driving gloves.
And in her hands, her hands, she hefted a two-handed long-handled war-hammer, one which weighed a good twenty pounds and looked almost as though it were forged from one contiguous piece of steel.
"I'm getting too ould for this," she reminded herself.
Her dark eyes flickered around the room, rested on Diana. "Shall we rejoin our friends, then on to The Lion's Den?"
Ceri ran her tongue over her teeth.
Just when the glittering array of death-dealing metals couldn't get more intimidating or incriminating, she thought, Merick opened a door and let another cat out of the bag.
"Nadolig llawen, Merick," she mused.
Her eyes flickered over the armoured suits, first the gear that resembled that of "Eddie," continuing generations, and then that which preceded these outfits on into antiquity.
Victorian.
Twelfth century.
Seventeenth century.
Fifteenth century...
Hm.
Eleventh century. Late sixties Norman. (Interesting.)
But she didn't waste a lot of time on this. Just dark eyes flickering.
Because there might not be time to waste.
She attended to the subject of weaponry.
Examining a quiver, quickly, she noted its arrows had a variety of heads. Bodkins, broadheads...
She shouldered the quiver, and helped herself to a bow.
To her left hip, she belted an improvised daisho: a side-sword, and a chisakatana.
To her right hip, she strapped a pair of smallish hand axes, equally suitable for throwing or for close-up work.
Mulling over her remaining choices, she pulled on a pair of gloves, leather, resembling driving gloves.
And in her hands, her hands, she hefted a two-handed long-handled war-hammer, one which weighed a good twenty pounds and looked almost as though it were forged from one contiguous piece of steel.
"I'm getting too ould for this," she reminded herself.
Her dark eyes flickered around the room, rested on Diana. "Shall we rejoin our friends, then on to The Lion's Den?"
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Where Ceri took the time to glance at the choices, showing her versatility and grace, Diana went straight to what she knew best. First to armor, choosing the Roman Lorica Segmentata, greaves, bracers, and a key faced helm.
Next she strapped a gladius to her hip, a gasp slipped from her lips as she saw what she had expected not to see. Cesti. She grabbed the metal studded leather straps and began wrapping her hands with them. Once she finished with that she picked out a broad headed spear.
"I believe I am ready Ceri," she said with a small laugh, "I heard something on television when I first arrived here, and I believe I now understand it. The clothes really do make the woman don't they?"
Next she strapped a gladius to her hip, a gasp slipped from her lips as she saw what she had expected not to see. Cesti. She grabbed the metal studded leather straps and began wrapping her hands with them. Once she finished with that she picked out a broad headed spear.
"I believe I am ready Ceri," she said with a small laugh, "I heard something on television when I first arrived here, and I believe I now understand it. The clothes really do make the woman don't they?"
ChasNicollette
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Ceri (and a borrowed Merick)
"I believe I am ready Ceri," she said with a small laugh, "I heard something on television when I first arrived here, and I believe I now understand it. The clothes really do make the woman don't they?"
"We could debate, luvvie," Ceri smiled faintly, raising the hammer and resting it on her shoulder, "'till we were blue in our pretty faces, about whether or not form should follow function. But I tell yeh this: I thought you looked like yehr true self out there in China, but now, but now... this is you. Yeh look born to wear that, or things like it."
She glanced at Merick. "Whaddayeh think, Merick? Form or function?"
Merick seemed to blink at that, coming out of a daze, still a bit rendered sheepishly speechless by the vast assortment of gear his formerly estranged, formerly deranged grandfather had in his basement. Like a mad scientist of pain.
"Um?" he hesitated. "Well. Function, I guess? I mean, you gotta be practical, right? Can't go nowhere if things don't function."
He paused, and he reflected on Chloe. And smiled a wobbly little smile.
"Form can be, uh, nice, though," he opined. "That's all. Form is just... nice."
"Truer words," Ceri chuckled.
Merick blushed a fierce fierce red, and ducked his head, but he was grinning.
Merick's face was red but the light was green as it returned the three of them to the surface.
SWOOOSH.
"Okay, that's enough tomfoolery," Merick declared, recovering somewhat, "are we ready for some Kröd Mändoonery?"
"I believe I am ready Ceri," she said with a small laugh, "I heard something on television when I first arrived here, and I believe I now understand it. The clothes really do make the woman don't they?"
"We could debate, luvvie," Ceri smiled faintly, raising the hammer and resting it on her shoulder, "'till we were blue in our pretty faces, about whether or not form should follow function. But I tell yeh this: I thought you looked like yehr true self out there in China, but now, but now... this is you. Yeh look born to wear that, or things like it."
She glanced at Merick. "Whaddayeh think, Merick? Form or function?"
Merick seemed to blink at that, coming out of a daze, still a bit rendered sheepishly speechless by the vast assortment of gear his formerly estranged, formerly deranged grandfather had in his basement. Like a mad scientist of pain.
"Um?" he hesitated. "Well. Function, I guess? I mean, you gotta be practical, right? Can't go nowhere if things don't function."
He paused, and he reflected on Chloe. And smiled a wobbly little smile.
"Form can be, uh, nice, though," he opined. "That's all. Form is just... nice."
"Truer words," Ceri chuckled.
Merick blushed a fierce fierce red, and ducked his head, but he was grinning.
Merick's face was red but the light was green as it returned the three of them to the surface.
SWOOOSH.
"Okay, that's enough tomfoolery," Merick declared, recovering somewhat, "are we ready for some Kröd Mändoonery?"
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Victor Stone continued running, though he often stumbled on his feet and fell crashing to the ground. His arm hurt like hell, and every second that went by he began to feel more and more fatigued. He came rushing out into a side street in downtown Metropolis, just as a large S.U.V. came barreling towards him. Victor found himself caught in the headlights, but unlike some misguided deer he was able to effectively halt the approaching vehicle by pounding his fists into the hood of the car.
"That's bound to wake somebody," Victor mumbled as he winced slightly in pain.
"That's bound to wake somebody," Victor mumbled as he winced slightly in pain.
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Merick nods at his team. "Alright. So we meet at the location your sis gave us right? See ya there." Merick waves and smiles as he and his team disappear with a loud Swoosh. As they arrive in Smallville, Merick looks around. "Alright. So. Let's see what we can do."
