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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MISSION OPERATIONS

[letsgolegion]

Multiple groups have their own objectives for the mission. Some people are distractions, others have to stealthily find their way into the studio. Yet others have jobs accessing the computer systems and hard-light projectors in the studio.

[ooc:A Catch-all for people to post all parts of the mission.]

MISSION START

[letsgolegion]

The mission starts with a bang.

[ooc:This is for the opening action of the mission as it'll start with a bang. This is the only part the mods will post a post a setup for.]

[turntex]

Technically, the mission starts with a lot of really quick and quiet movement. The bang would come later. For now, stealth. Which is pretty damn easy when one's getting carted right on in by a speedster. They might as well be invisible.

Once inside, however, they have to move fast. Or, well, continue moving fast. But yeah, the whole supervillain league there contains a telepath. The stealth probably won't last long.

"Alright, Speedy Gonzales, do your shit," he whispered, and all around them things seemed to just...stop. The audience, the villains over on the set with their captives, everything.

[rushing_by]

With time stopped, the Flash runs into the room. He slaps the psi-blocker headband on Saturn Queen's head. Bands inside it tighten automatically, keeping her from removing on her own. He then speeds through the audience, checking for any explosives.

"Clear!" He calls into the comm as he runs back out through the door.

Team FUCK YOU and FUCK YOU TOO ( or York and Delta shenanigans)

[goddamngrenades]

Slipping in while everyone's distracted by the rather MASSIVE guy with a hammer ruining their collective day? Piece of cake. Getting Delta slotted in nice and neat next to Cortana to help her with calculations and backend and rigging up that HUD they put together an hour ago? Also easy. Working on rerouting the broadcast feed isn't that difficult- just tedious and York's camped down there, sampling out every voice from the earlier broadcast to feed to South, supplying her with marbles he's charged to go off upon dropping from a height, and getting their own motion trackers, cameras, and sensors set up. Hunkering down and not dealing with the treat in combat isn't how he'd like to do shit but-

Objectivity needs to be a thing.

He doesn't have it.

These assholes are beating his CO on live broadcast and he can't keep his cool well enough to not be directly involved. SO. Support and chaos is the name of the game.

[nofortunateson]

When he can swing it? North strongly prefers to not be in basements. True, in the Project he was technically a stealth specialist, the same as South. But his strengths really shine when he has a clear vantage and room to maneuver quickly, somewhere a rifle would be more use than a shotgun. And the basements of the studio are far, far from the long sightlines and easy-to-ignore rooftops that he favors.

The heat vision helps, though. He can see where a clattering is rats or pipes and where it's humanoid shapes, though thicker walls or hot water pipes play hell with it. Still, he finds himself prowling a likely avenue of escape - or sabotage - rifle at the ready and senses fixed on a growing blot of warm that's staying suspiciously still. Theta's quiet in the back of his head, the soothing knowledge of variables being run and input being scanned a healthy fraction of a second faster than his brain could manage on its own.

It means that what happens next happens very fast - and that he moves half on instinct, half on the trust he puts into Theta's input. Because he dives through the last open doorway on a command that doesn't have or need a reason and his eyes see gold and Theta shouts the instantaneous concept far wall explosive device triggered now and both of them put York together in the same flash, because all of the analytics in the world don't make up for fighting alongside a man so long you know him just from the way the light glints off his armor.

"Get down!" he barks, just in case the shield doesn't hold where it flashes into place on the wall, wincing with the effort of holding his focus on that little dome of solid light when the explosion goes off inside with a bass, airless thud that cracks the wall behind it.

[goddamngrenades]

Sometimes when he's wrist deep in wires and trying to mind his six, his trackers, and the mess of a fiddly little bitch he's trying to coax into working with him with nudges of fingers and code he hears his team in the back of his head. Hurry up, York. ETA on that door, York? For fuck's sake get the damn thing open, York!

There's a flicker on his hud that screams danger and Delta's sequestered up high with Cortana, safe and sound and secure while working that end of the equation they're double teaming and not present to warn him about the explosive. Of course the yell that gets him to shove away and haul his arms up to cover his head through the gut twisting panic sounds like North. A familiar voice in the middle of the worst goddamn rookie mistake, he doesn't want to lose his other eye, he doesn't want to die, he can't deal with losing a limb- a million and one frantic thoughts scatter and crack along with-

No bones.

No shrapnel in his armor. Must've been lucky.

He uncurls from where he'd shoved himself, Delta on the comm with quiet urgency trying to get him to respond- his vitals wild and pitched sharp in the aftermath but nope. Nothing here but an achingly familiar arrangement of hexagons. "...Uh. Tell Cortana thanks."

Because who the hell else could've just saved his ass?

[i_got_this]

"Hey, you got something for me?"

South's stuck close enough to York so far, but she's getting the urge to head out and play around in the vents and fuck shit up. York was part of that plan, though, with the bombs and the cameras that she'd be depositing.

[goddamngrenades]

"Lemme charge up one more for you." Rigging a bag for a mouse or whatever to carry has been tricky- especially since he does NOT wanna blow up South for anything, but he's been able to nudge their mutual luck along to keep things going smoothly. One more moment of his eye glowing blue, one more careful roll of his palm to set the marble in with it's fellows before he offers the bag up for South. "Looks like there's a cluster of some mooks up a level and one studio over."

[steelandtemper]

"So. Who's the new guy?" Snugly inside the studio systems and not coming out until the shooting stops, Cortana backgrounds a few less important processes so she can focus some attention on Delta. If she tended to conceptualize her actions as physical, it would be like clearing a few holoscreens from her field of view and leaning forward in her chair. Probably reaching for her coffee, too.

[vata]

She materializes right behind him as he's working, flicking the back of his helmet with a gentle tap. Playful despite the circumstances or where they presently are, half-hidden on a stealth mission to try and save the Legion's best and brightest from certain death.

"Boop."

If he bothers to turn around, she's beaming bright as ever. Probably because she's also brought a certain stealthy someone along with her as her designated partner for this assignment.

"Need some backup, mijo?"

CASEY VS. MEENAH

[shrimpudent]

A fair number of potential stealthy entrances were being guarded. It's a trap, after alll, they gotta figure the heroes would be trying to sneak in to avoid walking right into it.

The unfortunate side-effect of Reinhardt's dramatic entrance is that it made a ton of noise. And it certainly drew attention from elsewhere in the building. Within a minute of the conflict beginning, a troll girl bursts in through one of the regular doors, grey-skinned and orange-horned and rocking a decent amount of bling. For a moment she just gawks at the scene and the gaping hole in the ceiling, and then she's just a ball of flaring gills and bared shark-ish teeth.

"AY," Meenah barks, waving a golden double-ended trident at the chaotic cluster of people and fighting going on in the middle of the studio. "Which one a you bassholes was supposed to be watchin' the roof?! Like. Coddamn, lookit all these fuckers suddenly up in our krill now."

(Fishpuns x3 combo, fuck yeah.)

She doesn't wait for any kind of answer, though. Meenah lifts her trident, leans back for a good wind up, and launches it at the mess of people in the middle of the room.

[jonesiseverywhere]

There's a loud pinging of metal as something collides with her trident, knocking it of trajectory and sending it clattering to the floor. The culprit, a rubber hockey puck, rolls along the floor next to it, and Casey lets out one of his signature piercing laughs.

"Hey, don't get salty!" he calls out to her, shouldering the hockey stick he just totally wrecked her plans with. Fish puns. Normally something he'd do to piss off Raph until he got punched, but in this case he can match the weirdly hot crazy fish troll girl. "We just dropped in for the halibut! But if you wanna throw down, I'll filet ya!"

BOSS BATTLE (Open to multiple groups!)

[frienemy]

Maybe you were about to cross into the threshold of the media room, or maybe you were still stuck outside, waiting for someone to clear the way. Either way, it seems you are suddenly not where you were, and are instead in some sort of parody of wherever you just were. Its still recognizably the same setting but something (or possibly, multiple things) are...well, off.

For example, those entering the media room might suddenly find that all the cameras have turned to them of their own accord, though the crew otherwise appears blissfully unaware of you. The lights seem to be flickering just out of your range of vision, enough to know that its happening, but not at a frequent enough interval to do anything other than drive you crazy with being unable to predict when it happens.

Those outside might find that the automatic doors into the studio only open when nobody is looking at them, and that their reflections seem to be giggling back at them when they are. The birds don't chirp, but make other strange sounds -- like meows, whinnies -- general sounds birds shouldn't be able to make.

There is one root for all of these goings on, and he seems content to just join the party with a sudden pop of magic. He's a large, snake-like creature made up of several animals -- a horse's head, antlers, a lion's paw and an eagle's set of talons, a dragon's wing with a feathered brother. He makes about as much sense as everything going on around them.

"Good nooning, heroes! How's the weather been, huh? Can you believe I've been stuck in this stuffy studio all day? Ugh!"

Almost on cue, it begins to rain literal cats and dogs that seem to just bounce off the pavement in confusion when they collide with it.

"Oh and uh, just between you and me, I wouldn't go in there, if I were you."

[ooc: Discord will be escaping to cause further havoc down the line, but might be convinced to help the heroes if he's offered something more entertaining in return. Otherwise, he's just going to keep messing with the heroes. :') Good luck!]

[a_shadow]

Tex had caught the broadcast and radio chatter when all this started, just at her arrival in this place, and realized there was no one taking up the important role of destroying the power suppressor. So she had leaped into action right away, finding the location of the goings-on and jumping into the fray. She needed to locate the device, which she surmised was right on stage, and blow it up. She had been entering the backstage area when she found herself transported outside again, in a confusion of falling animals and disobeying equipment.

Tex had been cloaked when Discord started up with his mischief, and she has no idea how he noticed her, but she responds to his challenge by going visible and leveling her gun in his direction. "Do I look like I give a damn?" she asks. She's not going to question the other nonsense that has happened; he's clearly involved, somehow.

what happens when you put two tricksters in a room together

[vata]

Between Discord and his summoned horde, it's hard to know where to look. It draws her away from the hacking work she'd been doing, fingers stilling against holographic keys where she's crouched at one of the doorframe terminals. A bright blue little beacon that's stopped her work over the distraction.

"Eso es nuevo..."

Finally, here attention settles on Discord himself, determining him to be the supposed source of this chaos. "Didn't remember taking any hardcore drugs this morning."

A beat, and then: "Tell me I'm not hallucinating here."

[resist_the_future]

Enemy. This is an enemy that needs to be defeated. That much was perfectly obvious to Ramlethal, and she should've been more than willing to fight it. And yet...

There were so many dogs.

Real dogs, it seemed like. Not like the magehounds Sin had shown her. But were they actually really? They were being created so frequently by Discord and she didn't recall dogs to be able to bounce like that.

Still, Ram can't really help herself, and she reaches out to pet one of the dogs.

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sɴᴇᴀᴋ

[fantasmaniac]

>> distraction

His first position is just a starting point. Being flexible, he takes on the role of filler, supplying back-up whenever they need it. With the vents are already taken by one team, and the obvious distraction dropping in through the roof, he takes to the backstage. It reminds him of the Rimborian assassins, a job that had landed right in his lap and caused him to run into Sombra for the first time during his early Legionnaire stint.

Whoever it is he's teamed up with (if at all), he interacts very sparsely with them unless they initiate contact first. If the intel the other Legionnaires have been feeding him are correct, then he'll need all his wits about him. No mistakes. No letting his guard down due to unfamiliar territory. Not this time.

Gun in hand, he's carrying non-lethal rounds and stun grenades instead of the usual low-impact grenades he usually carries. It's not ideal, nor does he have any faith that it'll stop a group of super-powered individuals that the majority don't know much about, but rules are rules. As always, he treats it like a handicap.

>> offense

If you need the big guns, Reaper can provide. Sure, he's only got the one because of someone (Wash), but even the non-lethal stuff can pack a punch if you know what to do with them. Point blank, that stuff can leave a man unconscious for hours or cause a concussion if he aims for a head-shot. So, it'll do.

Call him, and he'll respond.

[turntex]

Once the initial plan is enacted, hostages all safe and the psychic lady shut down, Dave's a free agent too. He pulled his timestop for Barry and got the fuck out of dodge to avoid getting hit with Wash's power whammy, and his escape out of range landed him neatly backstage, crouching out of sight of the main conflict for a moment while he catches his breath. Stopping time in such a large area is pretty tiring, goddamn.

Somehow, he is completely unsurprised to see Reaper skulkinn around back here. Straighting back up, Dave greets him with just a little incline of his head, voice pitched low to avoid drawing attention back here. Gotta stay sneaky.

"What's up, you camera-shy? Don't be, dude, you're beautiful and you should be sharing that beauty with the universe on live space-TV."

TEAM AMERICA (and friends)

[thedreamisdead]

Some of these Legionnaires are highly trained, able to cooperate with one another without sharing a word. So's America. Unfortunately, the Justice Department and whoever she'd been teamed with did their lessons differently and she'd been separated from her group as a result.

Wonderful. Should've stuck with the original plan instead of allowing the AI to take over for me.

She'd memorized the layout of this place from the blueprints. If she went through some of the currently shut-down studios, she'd eventually make it to the soundstage where the Legionnaires were being held. She'd gone through a few of these already. Met light resistance. Left a few unconscious, but one of the thugs had been resistant to the stun shots. She'd introduced him to her daystick. He required more than one introduction.

Now she was in some kind of... cartoon fantasy house. Awkward furniture, grotesque paintings, bright cheery colors that stood out even in the dark. Still, she was fine until the motion detector in her Lawgiver gave an audible 'beep' and the lights suddenly snapped on. Across the room from her, and closing fast, was a large, purple-and-yellow fuzzy... thing with his arms outstretched. In a goofy, cartoonish voice, it sang out "Birthday, Birthday, it's your Birth-"

No heat signature? Robot? Animatronic? "Hi-Ex."

The explosion was probably loud enough to catch attention from three sets over. Not the best for stealth, but neither was getting hugged to death by an animatronic. Silence fell until a hushed voice over the speakers took over.

"Y-you killed Uncle Ploomba! But can you take care of the cuddlesome Care Cousins?" Her motion detector started beeping again, loudly, as muppet-like creatures started to come out of the woodwork. "Care Cousins! CRUSH!"

America was nonplussed. Too close for more hi-ex. Most others wouldn't be great for a swarm of cute animatronics. And she's outnumbered twenty to one, easily.

...Now might be time to lend a hand. No one deserved to be cuddled to death.

[steelandtemper]

The nearest few non-copyright-infringing children's franchise characters stop suddenly, grinding noises coming from their joints, and the acrid smell of burning plastic wafts through the air as the heat and sparks from within start to scorch their neon fake fur coverings.

Cortana's voice comes over the comm, rippling with laughter. "What's the penal code say about attacking a Judge with creepy puppets?"

Yeah, she absolutely thinks this is hilarious.

Sombra/Azúcar + Locus | Stealth team/floater agent | OTA heroes, villains, team-ups, etc!

[vata]

PROMPT A - ¿Quién es Azúcar?

It's like weighing the pros and cons all over again, this mission in close quarters between the Legion she's currently sworn to versus the one she isn't. And the conclusion she's staring down? Not as simple as it should be.

These villains are causing mayhem, mass distractions, shock and awe and there's not a hint of fear in them for what they've done, and so far? They've been winning. Admittedly, it's...appealing, that vicious freedom. But the appeal of potentially swapping sides only lasts as long as they can maintain a sizeable advantage, and Sombra isn't as much of a fair-weather-friend as it might initially seem: reckless decisions made without consideration get people killed— namely the person making them.

For now, she's still loyal to the Legion.

So she keeps those thoughts held tight to her chest, entirely silent as she moves throughout the building, resting her stealth camouflage in the shadows and using it to walk boldly through open space undetected— a means to disable security both with and without her hacking. Compared to the chaos caused by the distraction team, even without her upgrades it'd be difficult to spot her. She's quiet, smart about peeling away from the shadows to hack, and while occasionally she does dart ahead of her partner's strategic positioning (better to put distance between them for potentially necessary pincer attacks), she's diligent about always returning to him once her reconnaissance and hacking is complete.

Eventually, crouched in shadow, she pauses to strip down an observational terminal: from a distance the stripes and spots of neon circuitry patterned across her body seem to blend into the glow of the terminal itself. Closer inspection would nullify that assumption.

It also alerts her— fingers tapping away at holographic keys— to the sound of someone else approaching, head tilting back just slightly to angle her attention off behind her instead, confident enough in her positioning (as always) to assume it's a friend at her back instead of an enemy. Besides, so far out of the way, with Reinhardt channeling the power of Hasselhoff, who would bother tracking down shadows?

"If you need something shut down, it's gonna have to wait a momento— I need to make sure this security feed's locked into a solid loop before anyone else decides to get themselves into trouble."

PROMPT B - Call me beep me if you wanna reach me

She tries to lean less on her total stealth and more on her positioning as often as possible. This means navigating through the ventilation systems, maintenance routes and...well, bathrooms, actually. Anything that works. Her focus is camera feeds, lighting systems— and when necessary, locking and unlocking doors to either provide a means of escape or to bar an enemy from chasing down one of her companions.

Sometimes all it takes is a good bottleneck to win a fight.

There's a secure line always open: if you need something, call her— or Locus via the same channel; if you're outgunned, she'll drop the lights from the nearest terminal, while Locus can provide cover from any distance thanks to his cloaking abilities. Sure, her interest might be focused on the Legion's villainous enemies, but she's keeping an ear to the ground for an ally or two in distress.

WILDCARD

[OOC: Sombra is running stealth support for the entirety of the mission alongside Locus (who's been put on her babysitting duty watchlist by Wash himself). If you'd like to run with a different prompt than what's above, drop me a wildcard or hit up my ooc plotting post and we'll make it happen!

Additionally if you want Locus and Sombra together for any of these threads, drop it in the subject line and we'll duo tag in. :)]

THE SHREDDER SHREDS YOU (open!)

[fuckyouhamatoyoshi]

The man in the spiky metal suit moves slowly, but not as though he's weighted down by his steel. He's taking his time because he can, because there's no need to hurry because there is no one who can stop him.

His good eye locks with the eyes of everyone he passes, and if someone is so foolish to stand in his way he simply narrows his gaze and they scurry over to the side. He has no time for those who can't stand up to him and if there's any honor in him, it's there. Those who don't think they'll be a challenge, he will not challenge.

He's on patrol, that much is obvious. And when a hero happens to appear in his view, he doesn't stay long in their own. For a guy so huge and burned, he's amazingly swift. Perhaps they won't know that anyone is behind them until they hear the sharp sound of extending metal claws and a voice in the shadows.

"I was told I would be facing superheroes, the kind that children read in comics...But all I have seen so far is the children."

((OOC: All-purpose fight thread for any individuals or group that wants to face him! He'll be trying to stop any hero he sees, so feel free to have your character fight him wherever you like!))

[kingtyrantranger]

Well, you know what? Today hasn't been that bad. Other than his friends getting captured and tortured. That kind of pissed Jason off a little.

...More than a little.

Still. Holding onto that anger isn't healthy. And while he could, and did, let it out in short bursts against the mooks he'd been up against so far, Jason didn't necessarily like going into a fight angry. Mistakes like, apparently, walking right past a guy in the shadows. At the sound of the Shredder's voice, he whirled, glancing around for... whoever that might be. Unfortunately, it was the other guy who got the ninja training. Jason would have to settle for something more mundane.

"Who's there?" His hand dips into a pouch at his side, coming out with a small flashlight. He clicks it on, sweeping the light in an arc close to the Shredder. "I'd call 'hide and seek' a children's game, wouldn't you?"

[resist_the_future]

Ram remains relatively still, following the suit of armor, noticing the speed exceeding expectations for the matching size and weight. Still, she remains in place arms to her side and tensed up. She has... no visible armament, and she's also relatively small and light, but Ramlethal is here to fight.

To fight and win.

She is not intimidated, and instead continues to start this person down.

"Are you just going to keep talking?"