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GODS AMONG US - Fighting the Regime [modplot]
Who| Everyone who signed up
What| "Gods Among Us," the fight against the Regime.
Where| Earth, the 21st century
When| If relevant, like if you want to note it's after an event.
Warnings/Notes| N/A for now
They'd done it. It had been a race against time itself, but they'd won. With the Four driven off, unfortunately a capture had proven impossible every time, but the alterations had been averted and the Legion of Super Heroes could return home and bask in victory.
Or so they'd thought.
As they sat in the Time Sphere, on the way home after a stressful mission, the floor underneath them jolted, sending the team sprawling. Alarms blared, warning them that they were caught in a violent chronal wake as something much larger and more powerful than them tore through the timestream. An actual, honest-to-God flying saucer tore around them, burning history at the speed of seventeen dreams a minute. Visions of times that would now never be flashed by in the multi-hued chaos as it pulled ahead of the timesphere, slowing down to match their speed.
A hatch opened, lowering a ramp as it sped around, and William Leather stepped out. Smirking, he gave the Legionnaires a cocky wave. Then rolled something at them, shoving it down the ramp with a booted foot. It was big, painted in bright yellow with black stripes, egg-shaped, and the type of odd box sometimes called a "California Parachute" welded to the end. When it hit, everything went hot white and the concussive force ensured that no one remained conscious.
When they wake up, they're surrounded by construction work. Their hasty exit from the time stream has caused steel beams to age enough to twist and rust, and has de-aged the concrete underneath them until it has become wet again, threatening to harden around them where they lay.
The Time Sphere itself is nowhere to be found. There isn't even any wreckage.
What's immediately evident, however, is that someone's rolled out the red carpet in the form of men. Lots of men, wearing black armor with a distinctly stormtrooper-ish design. Above the red lenses of their goggles is a possibly familiar pentagon-shape filled in with red. No "S" in that shield, but the shape is evident. All of them are armed, some with assault rifles and others carrying weapons of infinitely more sophisticated design.
One of them -- impossible to say what rank when he wears the same black body armor as the rest -- growls.
"Stay on your knees. Hands behind your heads. If you think you want to get cute, we’ve got the real Flash, Nightwing, and Yellow Lantern on their way." He raises his shotgun and pumps it dramatically, pausing as the unfired shell spirals out the ejection port and hits the ground. "...And they ain’t gonna be happy to see some bad Halloween costumes.”
The situation, as bad as it is, isn't helped when the local "heroes" arrive. A crimson comet speeds through the ranks of the Regime's troops, and a yellow force beam blasts the ground between the main group and the soldiers. Of the threatened Nightwing, there is no sign, but Flash and Yellow Lantern come to a stop on their end of the line. Barry Allen folds his arms over his chest, glowering, and Hal Jordan jabs a finger at the team, a glowing yellow hand above him echoing his movements. "You’re all unauthorized superhumans. Out after curfew! Surrender now or..."
His threat is left unvoiced, however, as the team is wrapped in purple smoke, a woman’s voice echoing in a language that even the telepathic ear plugs can’t work out.
What| "Gods Among Us," the fight against the Regime.
Where| Earth, the 21st century
When| If relevant, like if you want to note it's after an event.
Warnings/Notes| N/A for now
They'd done it. It had been a race against time itself, but they'd won. With the Four driven off, unfortunately a capture had proven impossible every time, but the alterations had been averted and the Legion of Super Heroes could return home and bask in victory.
Or so they'd thought.
As they sat in the Time Sphere, on the way home after a stressful mission, the floor underneath them jolted, sending the team sprawling. Alarms blared, warning them that they were caught in a violent chronal wake as something much larger and more powerful than them tore through the timestream. An actual, honest-to-God flying saucer tore around them, burning history at the speed of seventeen dreams a minute. Visions of times that would now never be flashed by in the multi-hued chaos as it pulled ahead of the timesphere, slowing down to match their speed.
A hatch opened, lowering a ramp as it sped around, and William Leather stepped out. Smirking, he gave the Legionnaires a cocky wave. Then rolled something at them, shoving it down the ramp with a booted foot. It was big, painted in bright yellow with black stripes, egg-shaped, and the type of odd box sometimes called a "California Parachute" welded to the end. When it hit, everything went hot white and the concussive force ensured that no one remained conscious.
When they wake up, they're surrounded by construction work. Their hasty exit from the time stream has caused steel beams to age enough to twist and rust, and has de-aged the concrete underneath them until it has become wet again, threatening to harden around them where they lay.
The Time Sphere itself is nowhere to be found. There isn't even any wreckage.
What's immediately evident, however, is that someone's rolled out the red carpet in the form of men. Lots of men, wearing black armor with a distinctly stormtrooper-ish design. Above the red lenses of their goggles is a possibly familiar pentagon-shape filled in with red. No "S" in that shield, but the shape is evident. All of them are armed, some with assault rifles and others carrying weapons of infinitely more sophisticated design.
One of them -- impossible to say what rank when he wears the same black body armor as the rest -- growls.
"Stay on your knees. Hands behind your heads. If you think you want to get cute, we’ve got the real Flash, Nightwing, and Yellow Lantern on their way." He raises his shotgun and pumps it dramatically, pausing as the unfired shell spirals out the ejection port and hits the ground. "...And they ain’t gonna be happy to see some bad Halloween costumes.”
The situation, as bad as it is, isn't helped when the local "heroes" arrive. A crimson comet speeds through the ranks of the Regime's troops, and a yellow force beam blasts the ground between the main group and the soldiers. Of the threatened Nightwing, there is no sign, but Flash and Yellow Lantern come to a stop on their end of the line. Barry Allen folds his arms over his chest, glowering, and Hal Jordan jabs a finger at the team, a glowing yellow hand above him echoing his movements. "You’re all unauthorized superhumans. Out after curfew! Surrender now or..."
His threat is left unvoiced, however, as the team is wrapped in purple smoke, a woman’s voice echoing in a language that even the telepathic ear plugs can’t work out.
TALK TO THE NPCS
[ooc: This subthread can be used if a character wants to talk to one of the Resistance npcs for more information or a more personal thread. Please note the npc you'd like your character to speak to in the subject of your comment.]
Batman
It was necessary information to have. Barry, and Grif, are the only people on the team fast enough to keep up with the other Flash. The answer would determine whether or not Barry would be able to talk him down, or just skip straight to trying to beat sense into his counterpart with his fists.
no subject
But he swallows it down as best as he can for now. If this version of Barry genuinely is still on the side of angels, perhaps he'll be able to use insight into his own psychology to influence the other Barry somehow.
"As far as we can tell, Allen signed on due the massive loss of life in Metropolis. The prospect of a world where crime was tightly controlled enough that another disaster like that could never reoccur proved too tempting, especially after Jordan joined the Regime. That said, we have seen signs of...hesitation. The Regime has caused untold suffering and some of our sources say Allen is unhappy with it."
no subject
"How do you think he'd react to another version of him pointing out that this is literally the worst way of going about that possible? I can guess what I'd do in that situation, but there were differences between him and I even before the timeline was messed with.
no subject
A pause.
"That said, if you wanted to try to convince him to turn against Superman, you're probably one of the only people on the planet that would be fast enough to escape if it doesn't work."
no subject
"Is the other Barry still working out of Central City?"
no subject
A pause.
"If you plan to confront him, I won't let Zatanna risk her life for an extraction. It's on your head."
no subject
"No matter what happens, I'm going have to confront him at some point. I have the best shot at talking him down, and if things go south I have the most experience fighting other speedsters out of everyone here. Both of those things will be much easier to manage in neutral territory than they would in the middle of a fight with the entire Regime."
Batman and/or Deadman?
So, once the questions were done and they had split up to do other things, Dick went exploring. He ended up in front of the uniform cases. Or, more realistically, the memorial cases. Because Dick hadn't seen any proof of any members of the Bats other than Bruce and Kate still being around.
He stopped in front of the Nightwing uniform and made a face. "Guess there had to be a trade off."