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[Several hours after Soldier 76 shows up, Ana receives a text-based message with a video attachment.]

Hello,

The attached footage indicates that you are in charge of correcting the grumpy old man I met on the Observation Deck earlier. Is that the case, and do you want me to tell you if I see him doing something wrong?

- Payback

[The attached footage appears to be from the Legion security system. It's just video, without sound recording, and it definitely isn't movie quality. But if Ana wants another angle of 76 getting scooped up like a sack of recalcitrant potatoes, here it is.]

legionnpcs

[Things are not good -- and that's the understatement of the century. Just about everyone got walloped and the native Legionnaires were at the epicenter of that collective wumping, targeted first by the Fatal Five in the hopes that with them out of the way the rookies would be easy to pick off.]

[Thankfully, the Fatal Five were wrong. The rookies took their lumps but they held their ground.]

Matter-Eater Lad here.

[His glasses only partly hide the massive shiner he's got, and he's wearing a neck brace. Hooray. Fortunately, those are much less bulky in the glorious robot future.]

Alright, ladies and gents and variations thereupon, I think it goes without saying that what just happened was the pits. Right now, half of us more experienced Legionnaires are in Medbay and Kid Q is still trapped in a time loop, even if we've managed to relocate her to Legion World. Brainiac thinks he can fix it but he's still a mess because his personality inhibitors got blown and he has to fix those first before he can even hope to think straight again.

Everyone's respective boo boos aren't the only thing we have to worry about though. The Fatal Five knowing all our weaknesses, and some of what they said, suggested there's a mole on Legion World passing them private medical scans and tactical data. Since the Science Police had jurisdiction, they've already arrested a suspect.

[He tilts his omnicom and they can see that the Science Police are in the background, arguing viciously with Timber Wolf, Officer Erin, and Umbra, and trying to drag away a handcuffed Rocket, who's wasting no time in arguing with them, too.]

["Hey! Hey, watch the sui--what do you mean, hand over my gun? That's my gun! I mean, I got more, but it's my gun! I told you, I ain't a spy! Or a mole, or whatever stupid word you wanna use! I didn't do it!" A pause. "Do I look like a sp--yes, I know spies don't look like spies, that's whole point, but you know what I mean!"]

[Back on Tenzil's face again.]

It's totally bogus. The only evidence against Rocket they have is all digital sign-ins and video, which is so easy to doctor in this time period that a Terellian spongebeast could do it. No physical evidence or witnesses. No prints or DNA at the console he was supposedly accessing the data from. But they're not listening to us.

[Rocket has not stopped arguing in the background. "You're all assholes. Complete friggin' assholes. Have I told you that? 'Cause I feel like I should. Shouldn't you be out policing science, instead of arresting people who didn't do anything?"]

[Tenzil lowers his voice.] Which means we're gonna have to take a few things into our own hands.

[The last thing they hear from Rocket as he's dragged off is: "--and somebody remember to go water the plants while I'm dealing with this shit! I come back and they're all dead, somebody's gonna get their ass shot, then bit by a flytrap!"]

[Tenzil goes into the Legion Leader's office for more privacy.]

The chances of any of you rookies wanting to take down the entire Legion, when it means Chronoblivion would make the multiverse go kaput, are slim. We think Rocket's innocent -- and if he's not, there needs be evidence that's a whole lot more reliable before charges are brought.

Kid Q's out of the loop -- stuck in the loop as it were -- so as Deputy Leader, I'm taking charge. While the rest of us are licking our wounds, I'm organizing a team from the Legionnaires that are still standing to investigate. It'll be a private affair. No reason the Science Police need to worry their pretty little heads over any possible investigations that might be running side-by-side with their own, right?

Some good news, by the by: other than 4 Science Police officers that went down in the first blast, we had no other fatal casualties. All the delegates survived, all but the 4 Scicops made it, there were no fatalities in the crowd, and even with taking our lumps we didn't lose any teammates. The Fatal Five had everything they needed to turn the attack into a massacre that could've destroyed two governments, and taken out the entire team. You did good.

Oh, and since we have some new people with absolutely impeccable timing, welcome to the Legion. Don't mind our dust. Or the multitudinous catastrophic injuries. If you have any general questions that aren't just "Why is absolutely everyone injured?" feel free to ask.

whyarewehere

[ It’s that time again, gang! Grif’s broadcasting from scenic his room. You can tell it’s Grif’s room because it is an absolute disaster area. There’s all kinds of empty containers strewn everywhere, a pizza box, his other uniform (it’s rumpled and in serious need of a wash), and scattered bits of an orange suit of armor. Of note to those who’ve born witness to this appalling scene before, the far wall has a shiny little plaque on it. That’s new.

All of this is visible in the frame because Grif’s slouching back in his chair with the comm propped up on his desk. He’s a scruffy, somewhat flabby guy swiveling his chair lazily to and fro with one leg while eating… something as he talks. With his mouth full. Because Grif. ]

Alright guys, it’s come to my attention, as the one who tries to keep track of this shit around here, that we have new people. And when we have new people, that means we have new superpowers to figure out how they work.

[ Because clearly, clearly Grif is the only member of the team to take an interest in others and what they can bring to the table. It’s not that he’s nosy and just wants to know if anyone has eye lasers yet. He just gives and gives for this group, he swears.

Grif deigns to swallow before he continues. ]

So: New people. Lay it on me. Who are you, and can you do anything awesome? If it’s not awesome, make it sound awesome, cause that’s what I’m here for.

I’ll start for you:

[ He thumbpoints at his chest, getting space twinkie crumbs everywhere because he’s using that hand. ]

I’m Grif, Doubletime if you want to be that nerd who uses my code name, and I’m pretty much the fastest thing on this ship. Which is awesome.

[ He pauses for a moment, then adds, ]

…And the rest of you should probably come say hi? Tell them stuff? And tell me about the mission because I was stuck back here babysitting the ship and I mean... I took a lot of good naps, but...

[ He shrugs. Then he finishes off the space twinkie, balls up the wrapper, and throws it over his shoulder where it lands on top of the orange helmet. He is not even remotely concerned by this. ]

((( This is a free for all mingle post! Grif will reply to everyone who responds, but if you want to have a character jump into a thread with anyone you are absolutely welcome and, in fact, encouraged. This is set after the end of Lantern Plot, so characters who've been away on that are able to tag in too. )))

relativityspeaking

Listen up, Legion. Unfortunately, our little vacation from catastrophe is apparently over. (Surprise surprise.)

The Legion outpost around Phelolu just registered a new incursion through the rift, made up of several groups of people, all of them apparently armed with different colored power rings, not unlike the one that used to be wielded by your fellow Legionnaire, Hal Jordan, and not unlike the ones wielded by the various Lanterns of ancient galactic history.

The outpost was attacked by yellow and red ringwielders, but was successfully defended by ringwielders with pink, purple, blue, and green rings.

The outpost staff sent us the footage they captured.

[Footage briefly plays, showing the view outside the outpost of several groups of Lanterns fighting each other, glowing in various colors. The ones bearing yellow and red rings look terrible and sinister. Some of them look like they're mostly made up of claws and fangs, and the reds spew flaming blood at their enemies, burning some of them alive.]

[The violets are beautiful as they fly around with their crystalline powers -- and er, slightly scantily clad. The indigo tribesman are few but an impressive force on the battlefield, redirecting ring energy with their staffs. The greens and blues seem to work together very well -- green constructs bolstered by blue energy -- as if the blues were made to support the greens. After a successful defense is mounted for the Legion outpost and the red and yellow lanterns are dealt considerable damage, with many of them successfully captured, first the yellows retreat with stargates and then the reds.]

After the yellow and red Lanterns retreated to locations unknown, the contingents of pink, purple, blue, and green Lanterns contacted the outpost and were diverted to Legion World, where their situation was explained to them. Between Brainy's scans and their own words, we've determined that they're from the 21st century, in a slightly alternate universe, rather than our universe's own past. (And also an alternate to your universe, Jordan).

There are rumors that the Lanterns all retreated to the edge of the universe back in ancient times, and we believe that the reds and yellows may have left to seek out any of their counterparts that exist in this universe in the 31st century. If they find them -- and the location of the power batteries that would let them link up and recharge their rings -- we could be looking at a renewal of the ancient war they all used to fight.

The other contingents of Lanterns are allied together and asking for the Legion's help in stopping the reds and yellows. The greens think they already have a lead on where the ancient Green Lanterns settled in our universe. They think it might be on the remains of a once living planet called Mogo, who was a Green Lantern, and think they know where to find him. The pinks can apparently detect something similar and think they can find the power source that the pinks of this universe used to use in ancient times.

I'm going to be leading a team to go with them, as an escort and to help mount an offense against the reds and yellows before they return to wreak havoc in civilized space. The Lanterns we'll be working with aren't familiar with this century or any of its politics, and they're also even unfamiliar with some of its species since they didn't exist until certain worlds were colonized.

The team I bring has to be prepared to wield any rings we might be able to get our hands on. After seeing the power profiles they were able to give us, we're going to need all the firepower we can get. Our own powers might not cut it.

Questions, concerns, protests, or letters of resignation because an ancient space war is restarting and who needs that nass -- go.

sir_vancelot

[The video comes on and Vance is...red. Cheeks, face, neck. Even his ears are red. It takes a moment for him to clear his throat.]

Uh...

Right. I apparently needed a reminder to never Google myself. Or, you know, whatever the equivalent is in the future. But is this usually a thing these days?

I mean, maybe I should be more used to this from the Avengers. I know they did this sort of thing back home sometimes, but...yeah.

I also never want to see the fan art. I love you, Rich, but...no.

kingtyrantranger

So, uh. I was kinda wondering. Me and the others who went down to fight Harrow on Braal, we were all close-range types. And Harrow had super strength. That would have blowed if we'd slipped up and gotten hit. Man, Videl was even throwing things at him.

So, uh. Considering that not all of us don't have ranged powers, like flamethrowers or energy blasts or whatever, shouldn't we have, like. I don't know. Blasters or phasers or something? Just in case closing the gap turns out to be a really bad idea?

[The idea that such a decision made earlier would've meant that Parker had her hands on a ray gun doesn't seem to have occurred to him.]

I'm sorry if this has already come up or something, but I just thought of it and... Yeah.

[Maybe he should've just pulled one of the Legionnaires aside and asked privately rather than blare what's likely a stupid question all over the omnicomms. Unfortunately, he only realizes that after he's said everything over a live channel. Fortunately, it's audio-only, so his wince and blush don't get caught by a camera.]

googledox

[Brainy went to the Medbay and to see Dr. Ryk'rr for his post-mission debrief, as ordered. Standard procedure. But he hasn't slept. Of course he hasn't slept. He's been very, very busy. Especially since this is something that he couldn't find information about alone -- he's been putting in calls all night to countless other scientists in countless other institutions and government organizations.]

I checked four-hundred fifty different survey programs, run by various institutions and government organizations, and according to the most recent remote surveys that have estimated the size of the material universe, most data indicates that this universe is the same estimated size that it was when last assayed.

Except for every probe that has passed by a particular, distant, uninhabited sector of the Milky Way Galaxy.

Every single data compilation from every probe that passed through that sector has registered the existence of unexplained chronal and spatial anomalies, and that readings in that area indicate that the material universe is now at a size that is unquantifiably larger. It's as if this universe now simply has no end, even when its overall mass was once at a generally estimable size before.

In this sector, the fabric of spacetime is also twisted in configurations that the fabric of reality shouldn't even be capable of contorting into according to all known laws of astrophysics.

Every one of these organizations and institutions dismissed these anomalous readings as statistical outliers or equipment malfunctions. Due the probes often having long-distance sweeps that sometimes take them years or months to complete, it's only within the last few months that they started running diagnostics on their respective probes and start contacting other organizations to compare results. Since they had yet to determine a cause for such clearly impossible readings, they hadn't yet escalated notice of these readings to the appropriate authorities.

[Brainy draws in a deep breath.]

In layman's terms, something has attached itself to that sector of the galaxy. Something that has a mass larger than the entirety of this universe. Larger than the entire mass of multiple universes.

I've instructed the UP Council to bar all space travel to the area and plan to send my own probe to gather readings on the region, but as of this moment, I can say with almost 99.999% certainty, after seeing the readings I saw, that the Time Trapper was telling the truth.

There is no other possible explanation.

letsgolegion

[They get a transmission from the outpost orbiting the planet where new displacees appear, the battered remains of the planet Phelolu. It's a priority distress call, so the message is received by every Legionnaire and all major posts on Legion World.]

[The commanding officer of the response team is a Carggite, Dr. Trez. All three of her grey-haired selves look shaken. Behind her, the main viewscreen of the outpost is cracked and consoles are sparking. The outpost has clearly come under heavy attack.]

Mayday mayday, this is Legion Outpost Phelolu, we are under attack by a 10X10 threat! I repeat, it is a 10X10 threat. Do not send a response team. I repeat: do not send a response team! We'll leave monitoring equipment on for surveillance but all personnel is evacuating the outpost.

Over!

[And that is the only message they get. She quickly reforms into one self, and leaves the console, helping a crew member that's fallen. The entire command deck shakes once. Then again. Fortunately, all members of the team escape the command deck and the hatch to the threshold room closes.]

[By the time the hull rips open, it's plenty of time for them to have escaped through a threshold gate. It's hard to see what causes the breach. There is only a flash of silver and all of a sudden a chunk of it is gone. More of it gets ripped away, and there's a brief flash of something blue and sparkling. With another flash of silver, the whole deck explodes and the camera view is lost. The monitoring system shifts to an external camera as a default so that they can see the field of wreckage outside. There is only a small, barely functioning hunk of the outpost left. The rest is a debris field that's obscuring the view of the planet. Ice dust from the vaporization systems creates a huge cloud that the barely functioning lights reflect off in the void.]

[That's when they see it looming out through the debris field. It's an incomprehensible being, a force of nature, and each sentient's mind must try to make what sense of it that it can by assigning it some kind of image. To many humanoids, what they see is the face of an impossibly huge man.]
( Read more... )

thethinzooline

[There's a fox on the screen. A humanoid fox, sitting in his hospital bed, still wearing his patient hospital scrubs.]

[He's wearing sunglasses (indoors) and has a very flat expression on his face, as if he is unimpressed by space, aliens, randomly having superpowers, and being conscripted into a superhero team. It's highly likely that if he had access to a latte somehow, he'd probably be sitting there and nonchalantly sipping it.]

Apparently, I'm a superhero now. Also apparently I'm part of a team, so I figured I'd introduce myself.

Nick Wilde, formerly (though still technically) officer of the Zootopia Police Department.

Hi.

I'm here with my partner, Judy. If you haven't met her yet, she's a bunny and on the smaller side, so I feel the need to warn anyone that might possibly make the profound mistake of underestimating her to not do it. When it comes to the two of us, I'm the one that speaks softly -- she's the big stick.

deafleppard

I've made a huge mistake.

[Story of Gwen's life, really.]

When they said that they could give me a part of the ship that could look however I wanted it to, I thought it was cool, you know? Like, straight out of a sci-fi film.

I could have my own piece of home and not have to worry about paying rent, being late, or most likely of all, getting fired from work.

[Heroes and time management, am I right?]

But now that I've made it this far...

[The video turns on and everyone can see what Gwen is looking at.]

I thought I could get used to it, but there's literally nobody else here.

It's actually kind of creepy.

kingtyrantranger

[Whoops. That'd been a thing for a while.

His voice snaps onto the omnicomm, filled with good humor. Jason's still not comfortable with the omnicomm's video function, especially since he's still having to dot his face with anti-fungal cream.]

I'm gonna start this off with a warning. Doublecheck to be sure that the mail you're opening is actually yours. I had to figure that out when I accidentally picked up something meant for Brainiac 5. The good news is that I'm now out of quarantine and the med techs are pretty sure I'm not going to grow any more mushrooms.

Thanks, guys. I don't know if I can look at a pizza the same way again, though.

[He'd spent most of the past few weeks trying to learn the Interlac alphabet on his own, without the earpieces translating for him. Might keep those mix-ups from happening again.

His voice takes on a wry tone, almost apologetic.]

So it sounds like I missed some action and a few new romances. Sorry about that, gang. For the new guys I missed, hey. I'm Jason, from Angel Grove, California, and I don't really do anything exciting. Nice to meet you all.

dupaindots

[Marinette is beyond flustered right now. How could they say all those things? That was supposed to be the news! The news was supposed to tell the truth!]

[Now she needs to run damage control because what if Adrien thinks she isn't single?]

I'm not dating Thad! Not that there's anything wrong with you, Thad, but we're not dating, I don't know why they'd think we were dating, we were just standing. Standing near each other. Friends stand near each other and I was just trying to be friends! How could they get a love triangle out of standing?

And I don't have any experience as a superhero! They were just assuming way, way too much. My powers just make me very acrobatic, and they're easy to use, and they really just need to learn how to fact-check because most of their facts? Were not checked.

Not checked! No checking! Of facts!

How can they get away with that? That was supposed to the news, the news is supposed to tell the truth! They had no journalistic integrity at at all! None! None!

whyarewehere

[The camera bobs and judders as someone sets it up, catching flashes of a scruffy, unkempt face and pale arms and the sky for a moment.]

Okay so I've been thinking, we've got super powers here, right?

[The picture steadies pointing out at what appears to be a beach, but is more likely to just be a simulated section of beach on the Legion World. It falls over, and Grif swears as he rights it again.]

...Anyway. By super powers I mean amazing things you couldn't do before, because otherwise you're just from some world where you can do cool stuff most of us can't and that's not superpowers, that's just life being unfair to the rest of us.

[Satisfied that the comm is stable, Grif steps out in front of it as he continues.]

So, I want to see what you guys can do. And because I am all about being fair, I'm going first.

[He swings his arms a little, takes a couple breaths, then bolts to the waterline. He's nothing but a speed blur followed by a trail of thrashed sand. He stops at the surf and charges back just as quickly. At the end he's doubled over in front of the camera, hands on his knees, huffing and wheezing.]

Whoo!

[He laughs as he catches his breath, which makes it somewhat harder, and is grinning despite how much that tiny display of super speed seems to have taken out of him. In good shape, this guy is not.]

It's like... it feels like everything's normal speed to me when I do it and everything's all slowed down. It's crazy shit, man.

[Grif plunks down heavily in the sand and picks up the comm again, still visibly panting.]

So. That's me. Show me what you got.

((OOC: Feel free to threadhop each other and talk about powers if you like! Grif is encouraging sharing.))

pinball_wizard

[Almost as if to counterbalance Brainiac 5, the somewhat heavyset young man who introduces himself next seems friendly and engaged.]

Don't mind Brainy too much, folks. He's been under some pressure lately. But he does have a soft, squishy center. We promise.

Anyways Chuck Taine here, codename Bouncing Boy. Like Kid Q said, in addition to regular Legion duties, I'm the support staff coordinator, and give piloting lessons. The former is largely because I started out as support staff, and the latter because one of my jobs during that period was, and still technically is, chief pilot. SO if you have any questions about either subject, I can assure you I do know what I'm talking about.

Even if you don't have questions, you can always feel free to talk to me. I like talking to new people, even if these aren't exactly the best circumstances for it.

googledox

[Here's that green guy Kid Quantum had introduced. Apparently, he has more to say himself about what he specifically has to offer them. His expression is almost long-suffering, as if he's annoyed at yet one more interruption to his work. Or maybe it's their sheer existence that bothers him -- because now he has to worry about safely getting them home.]

My name is Brainiac 5. Kid Quantum has elected to inform me that I should make it clear that you can avail yourself of certain resources on the ship.

To that end, I want to apprise you all of the fact that you are welcome in my -- [he pauses and inhales deeply through his nose, as if the next words are very hard to say] -- in the Science Labs if you're technologically inclined and would like a space to work on whatever projects you want to...fiddle around with.

Those who are not technologically-inclined should steer clear because there is very delicate and vital equipment that could potentially decohere every molecule in your bodies until you're a fine atmospheric mist.

[And on that pleasant note...]

For those of you that come from such primitive worlds that you don't know what a molecule is because no one's developed a body of knowledge on particle physics -- and for those of you that can't seem to manage the very basic motor functions of turning a vidscreen on -- I will be offering regular lessons on basic scientific principles and on pushing buttons in sequential order.

For those of you that are engineers, I will also be providing tutoring on how to engineer and manipulate technology in this era in a way that's actually effectual.

[He doesn't really seem to be trying to be offensive. There's definitely no malice in how he says these things. But offensiveness is just kind of just happening anyway.]

As the UP government is currently suffering from a surplus of incompetence at the moment, I will be the primary individual responsible for the research and development of technologies that can possibly get you home or to the dimension of your choosing. If any of you have particular expertise in the many sciences that are involved in interdimensional travel and quantum tethering, please contact me so that we can collaborate.

That is all.

[Charming, isn't he?]

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