We Have a Problem [BLARGH FHTAGN] [player plot] [closed to part 2 signups]

[whyarewehere]

Um. Guys?

[ It's very late into what passes for night on Legion World when some audio comes in from Grif, flagged as urgent. Late night Grif posts flagged as urgent aren't a new phenomenon, but the complete lack of apparent screwing around? That is. He's whispering, and sounds actually scared. ]

So remember how Rich Rider's been acting weird lately?

[ He doesn't go into the details, or even pause to address that a lot of the rest of the team might not have noticed. He just keeps going. ]

Some shit is kind of happening with that.

[ And then, without ceremony, he dumps some video from his helmet camera. He hasn't had time to edit it much, but he's cut out any creeping around and waiting to focus on the giant, horrible stargate abomination that's taking shape under the hands tentacles of the giant, horrible friend abomination. He knows there's not a whole lot of time here. ]

And here's some coordinates.

[ Bing. ]

I would really, really appreciate some backup. Or at least if someone smart could tell me what the fuck this is before I get found and die.

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[whyarewehere]

that sounds bad.

[ Because you know what? Fuck talking. ]

[relativityspeaking]

I'm pretty sure I just said that I didn't want to have to stitch shut another hole in the universe.

[The words sound like a joke, but the tone of voice says something else. Kid Q isn't terrified, but she's not taking this lightly either. She rolls out of bed and tosses her omnicom aside so that she's not changing out of her pajamas and into her uniform on camera.]

Anyone who's awake, speak up now.

[whyarewehere]

[ Meanwhile, Grif's heart stops. ]

he knows im here

[ Grif's comm status changes to "busy". It's the little things. ]

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[googledox]

[On the off chance he checks again, Brainy still sends a message.]

Grif, keep moving. Your speed is an advantage here. Richard can counteract it with gravimetric fields but only if you slow down enough for him to hit you.

I've got a lock on your flight ring's tracker. You don't have to hold out for long.

[unrecovered]

On my way to the hub.

[He'd just finished a monitor duty shift and was about to head to bed when Grif's post came in, and- well. Not like he's going to leave that one hanging.]

[He's in his armor in less than two minutes flat and flying to the t-gate hub as fast as his ring will take him.]

[sir_vancelot]

[With everything else going on, Vance hasn't exactly been sleeping well lately. But even if he HAD been, he has alerts set up on his comm keyed to a few people's names.]

[Which is why, only a few moments after Kid Q puts out the call, he comes on. Full uniform and looking pretty awake for the middle of the night.]

Heading to the hub.

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[walkingballpit]

I'm up, and I'm wearing my good jammies. I'll be at the hub in a minute. Meanwhile, have you ever considered not tempting fate with statements like "I don't want to stitch up the universe" or "At least we didn't cause am intergalactic incident"? Karma doesn't need the ideas.

[headinjuries]

On my way.

[ Like hell is he sitting this one out. ]