There are bombs everywhere in Relegg, wrapped up like Christmas presents. Or Valor's Day presents, whatever, it's basically vegan spacefuture Christmas anyway. Parker takes exception to that sort of thing. It's supposed to be a holiday about family and togetherness and being nice and this evil clown is trying to ruin it with his stupid face and explosives and Parker really hopes she or another one of the Legionnaires will have an opportunity to jab him with a tazer a few times. But right now, she's focused on bombs. She seizes a gaily-wrapped box and looks to the nearest person who isn't a panicking civilian.
"How do we know if this is a bomb-bomb or a gas bomb?"
CRAZED CIVILIANS
Crowd control. Not normally a task to which Parker would be assigned, here or at home, but she is uniquely suited to it in this particular case: every person she touches shrinks the mob by two people.
"It's like a reverse hydra," she muses aloud to her teammate before diving into the mob. With her flight ring, she's pretty confident of her ability to escape their grasping hands and flying fists.
Perhaps a little too confident; a few of the Carggites she's already depowered seem to be teaming up to try and tackle her from behind...
JOKER GANG
Finally, people she can taze without feeling even a niggling of guilt over! Parker lurks out of sight, spacefuture tazer in hand, waiting for her partner-in-not-crime to attract the attention of the 'nassheads' hired by the Joker to hurt people and plant bombs. Once her partner has their attention and draws them over to where Parker is lying in wait, the fun will begin.
Sadly, she doubts they'll have time to go through their pockets after, except as a pat-down to make sure they can't finagle their way out of their restraints before the Science Police arrive.
Parker, OTA
There are bombs everywhere in Relegg, wrapped up like Christmas presents. Or Valor's Day presents, whatever, it's basically vegan spacefuture Christmas anyway. Parker takes exception to that sort of thing. It's supposed to be a holiday about family and togetherness and being nice and this evil clown is trying to ruin it with his stupid face and explosives and Parker really hopes she or another one of the Legionnaires will have an opportunity to jab him with a tazer a few times. But right now, she's focused on bombs. She seizes a gaily-wrapped box and looks to the nearest person who isn't a panicking civilian.
"How do we know if this is a bomb-bomb or a gas bomb?"
CRAZED CIVILIANS
Crowd control. Not normally a task to which Parker would be assigned, here or at home, but she is uniquely suited to it in this particular case: every person she touches shrinks the mob by two people.
"It's like a reverse hydra," she muses aloud to her teammate before diving into the mob. With her flight ring, she's pretty confident of her ability to escape their grasping hands and flying fists.
Perhaps a little too confident; a few of the Carggites she's already depowered seem to be teaming up to try and tackle her from behind...
JOKER GANG
Finally, people she can taze without feeling even a niggling of guilt over! Parker lurks out of sight, spacefuture tazer in hand, waiting for her partner-in-not-crime to attract the attention of the 'nassheads' hired by the Joker to hurt people and plant bombs. Once her partner has their attention and draws them over to where Parker is lying in wait, the fun will begin.
Sadly, she doubts they'll have time to go through their pockets after, except as a pat-down to make sure they can't finagle their way out of their restraints before the Science Police arrive.