Out With the Old [modplot]

[letsgolegion]

Who| Everyone who signed up
What| The rescue of the NPC Legionnaires
Where| A movie studio in New New York
When| Takes place the same time as "Books of Magic"
Warnings/Notes| N/a

The studio where the Legionnaires are being held is swarming with supervillains. It's a trap, of course. But that doesn't mean they have to walk right into it. They have a plan, and now it's time to put it into action.

The Legion of Supervillains are expecting the non-native Legionnaires to be pushovers. They're about to discover just how crushingly, devastatingly wrong they are.

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[prettycoolguy]

The Chief rounds the corner with Wash and opens fire, only to be met with a bubble shield. Damn. They don't last forever, though. There's going to be a fight in this hallway very, very soon.

He has nothing witty to say to Felix and the big man in the white and brown armor. The Spartan just very deliberately cracks his neck and adjusts stance.

Bring it the fuck on.

[wearethemeta]

Somewhere in the back of his helmet the Meta hears 'knock knock- who's there? The fucking master chief'

'I want his SKULL'

Voices rattling and overlapping but he simply rolls out his shoulders and shifts his grip on the bruteshot, pointing to where his eyes would be on his visor in a gesture remembered from a lifetime ago- and points at the chief.

he's going down first.

[mcscouty]

"Is that..."

Holy fuck, that's the Master Chief. Shit. Shit, alright, that's enough for even Felix to take a step back and recalculate what needs to happen here. The Meta is already gearing up to take this guy head on and they don't need to lose their biggest muscle right this ten seconds.

If he's being generous.

"Take it that's your back up? Hell of an upgrade from the multicolored fucktard brigade. Shit, would have thought you'd have him going after the hostages instead of dicking around back here." Start seeding doubt, get them distracted, and Meta will you stop that.

[unrecovered]

One of the blips on his motion trackers moves off - probably Azucar, hopefully to provide support somewhere else - and Chief moves in to back him up. Locus...Wash isn't going to hold Locus to anything right now.

The Meta moves, and for a moment his stomach twists - there's still something terribly human in that gesture, and he-

Can't think like that right now. Felix is off step. Push. He tilts his helmet, sneer audible in his voice. "It's funny that you think he's my only ally."

The gun stays trained on Felix. Something's going to shift this fight one way or another, and he's determined to be ready for it.

[vata]

Can it be hacked? Probably. Possibly. Taking down shields is what she does best, after all.

Still, she'd feel a little less itchy about it if Gabriel was here watching her back.

Trust the ones you're with though, right? With Chief and Wash distracting them up front via one steady stream of fire and sass, it's a quick job to rush in from behind, thermoptic camouflage fading away into nonexistence so that she can latch onto the shield and try to hack it directly—violet seeping in by fixed degrees.

Here's hoping this works.

[wearethemeta]

Sneaky- like Tex. Like Carolina, like Wyoming. Familiar tactics with an unfamiliar twist that's off just enough to make the shield snap down reflexively- massive arm swinging around to grasp at this slim little thing that isn't even armored and dares to take a crack at them.

Time to start talking, Felix. And make it fast.

[mcscouty]

"What, you think we're working alone too?" A bluff, but they don't know that. The place is crawling with bad guys who've got no compunction about putting a round in each and every one of their heads.

And Washington's got a thing about losing people. Right there in his psych file. Time to start pushing buttons.

"I know who you brought with you. Your little hacker friend. Locus is lurking around up there too, ain't ya, buddy?" He tips his head up towards some shadowy region before letting his eyes fall back to Wash and Chief. "And trust me. You really want to reconsider your position here."

[unrecovered]

No shit Felix isn't alone - there's a whole mess of villains prowling around the place, but Wash is pretty sure the rest of the team can handle them, especially with the native Legionnaires back in play. That said, he's not counting on backup for this situation beyond the people he has with them.

They'll be enough. They have to be.

The shield falls, and Wash has enough time to fire another round at Felix before Felix's words sink in and he pauses. He wants to kill Felix, but he needs to be careful with the cameras on- he probably should rethink this- and why the hell is he hesitating?

"To what? Breaking your kneecaps instead of your face?" He tries to salvage it, but the impetus is lost and he knows it. What the fuck happened?

[agnominal]

Don't listen. Don't believe a word he says.

Locus stays hidden, for his part, even when Felix so boldly calls him out. He doesn't move an inch, sights still training on Felix from his high vantage point, and he knows that even at a blind guess, his former partner can probably mark where he's likely to be.

But given time, he'll lose focus. He just needs to be patient.

No matter how difficult that is, in the moment.

[vata]

He's faster than she'd expected. Which somehow isn't as much of a revelation as it could be: in the Legion, most everyone's quick. Smart. Strong. There's always an advantage to be leveled, not like back home where lackeys and hired guards were a dime a dozen.

So instead of exhausting herself trying to get away from his swipe, Sombra leans into it, lets him grab her with a heavy armored hand and closes her own around it. If she wasn't certain it'd fail (he isn't distracted, and she can't exactly execute a clean hack without fully devoting herself to it) she'd try to shut him down right then and there, but Felix is winding up again.

And there's no forgetting how dangerous that is.

"Tú piensa que es tan suave." Her translocator's snapped out, thrown just over the Meta's shoulder to ricochet off the wall nearby - a flash of violet as she teleports to it, freeing up a clear shot for her compatriots, and firing off a few of her own at Felix in a bid at keeping him from talking. "How annoying."

[prettycoolguy]

Sombra clears the way, and the Chief lunges at the Meta, going for the grapple.

The Meta is big, strong, and fast, carrying enough enhancements and running enough AI to shatter a man. He makes the freelancers seem fragile by comparison.

It merely brings him up to the Chief's level.

He's not worried about Felix, the others can take Felix. There are three of them, and Felix isn't all that big.

He has his target right here.