Oct. 5th, 2017

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[Aku hated every agonizing minute of this. He'd had that Samurai! He'd been so close to annihilating him once and for all! But now he was here and enduring a form of torture he never thought possible. The Oath had nearly prevented him from joining, its words like poison in his mouth. He'd resorted to taking it in the form of "Ikra" because he couldn't bear to hear such nonsense spoken in his own voice (and because things just seem easier when you're beautiful.) Now it was time to introduce himself to the crew and Aku was trying his best to keep disgust from seeping into his expression, but there was only so much he could do.

When he appears on the screen, he looks like a cross between the Devil, a tree and a bowl of guacamole. Six horns rise from his head like the branches of a tree and twin flames flicker upon his scowling brow. Snarly wrinkles form between his eyes as he gazes down his snout at whomever happens to be on the receiving end of this broadcast.]


Greetings, heroes. [He growls in the voice of a cranky old man.] I am Aku, Shapeshifting Master of Earth. I have been selected by your "program" to help eradicate the threat known as Chronoblivion. And as those of you with functioning eyes can see—assuming there are functioning brains attached to them— I have agreed to join your team...

[Though it pains him to do so, he lowers the camera to reveal the Legionnaire insignia on the upper left side of his chest and the snazzy red cape about his shoulders. It's as if he doesn't expect anyone to believe him and must prove that he isn't just some scheming, lying villain. Having made his point clear, he seems eager to move on to other subjects.]

Now then! [he snaps, drawing the focus back to his scowling face and curved fangs.] I ask of you to tell me two important things:

ONE. Who among you has encountered the Chronoblivion firsthand? I wish to know as much about this Bringer of Ruin as I am able.

TWO... How often must we wear these LUDICROUS costumes?? [Sharp claws grip the front of his uniform as if its mere existence offends him.] The Glory of Aku is not meant to be constrained by clothing!
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[The fighting they've done on the planet has accomplished what it needed to. The garrison members that were getting massacred have been able to rally and fight back, bolstered by the Legionnaires and Eclipso has been defeated and permanently cast into the universe that's just a Room With A Moose, instead of being released to be yet another angry angel they have to deal with. Those who were converted into being evil have turned back to their true selves, now that Eclipso is gone, meaning the more dangerous garrison members and Science Police officers (like the Daxamites) are back on their side.]

[And most importantly of all, they've bought time for the engineering team.]

[When Brainy comes on the comms, he's working with other engineers in space, in orbit over Apokolips. They're working on a massive array that's meant to function as a combination boom tube/threshold gate.]

Kid Quantum, we're almost finished the array. Once we are, we can transport Apokolips to the dimensional pocket Valeria, myself, and Merl engineered. The connection the Herald has to the universe those creatures are coming from should be cut off, and we'll be able to block any more incoming boom tubes being used by the Catastrophists, while still being able to bring in more Science Police officers as backup ourselves.

[It'd turn the planet into a trap for their enemies. The monsters currently on the planet could be killed, the Catastrophists and Herald would have no way to leave, while they'd be able to keep funneling in more and more backup.]

Once we've cleared the planet of enemy combatants the dimensional fold should allow us to destroy Apokolips now without risk of it tearing open a hole in time and space like I'd feared. We just have to -

[The Legionnaires will all suddenly feel the ground shaking under them, as planet-sized machinery and engines of lamentation start to operate in Apokolips' under levels. While they won't be able to tell what's happening on the planet, up in orbit Brainy can see it. He looks down at Apokolips and his brows furrow in confusion.]

Somehow Apokolips is...rotating on its axis. They must have some way of controlling the planet's alignment. But why would they -

[He gasps as he sees what's now moving to align with the array, a massive hole pitted into Apokolips' surface.]

ALL ENGINEERING TEAMS, EMERGENCY EVAC NOW! They're lining up one of the fire pits with the array!

[He flies frantically towards the nearest engineering team, trying to extend his shields around them in time, in case they don't have time to reach the gate, hoping that it'll be enough.]

[CHAKOOM! There is a bright light that illuminates Brainy's face from below, as the Catastrophists finally manage to reignite the largest of Apokolips' fire pits. He reaches out his hands towards his engineers...and everything goes white. Brainy's comm crackles and goes out.]

[They can all see it on the planet, the pit reigniting sending a plume of superheated plasma into the atmosphere at a thousand miles per hour. It arcs through the array above in a massive explosion that sends debris raining down on Apokolips - raining down on them.]

[Now they have no chance of blocking the creatures, and more and more of them pour in through holes in spacetime, Now they have no chance of blocking the boomtubes, as Catastrophists keep pouring in to fight them.]

[Now they have no chance.]

[ooc: People can throw as many characters into this as they want. Characters that went on other missions can be handwaved as jumping in right before shit went down]

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