[MOD PLOT] Get Down, Madame President!

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Who| Everyone who signed up
What| UP Council Rescue
Where| On Earth, during the field trip
When| At the end of the day during the Earth field trip
Warnings/Notes| Violence and whatnot

The first volleys of the attack are subtle. Some hacking from their support team causes the automatic locks to lock the doors. All communications in and out of the building are also suddenly cut off. It's right when everyone starts to panic that the attack starts.

The two terrorists put themselves in the middle of the UP Council hall and drop their disguise holograms. One is wearing a power suit that's red and the other is wearing one that's blue.

Concentric rings of red and blue energy start radiating out from the two meta-powered terrorists, their power suits controlling and channeling it. The blasts are concussive, damaging pylons and potted plants and the many floating platforms the delegates stand on.

The first waves hit the hardest, knocking everyone off their feet.

"You can call me Proton and this is my brother, Neutron," cries out the one in blue. "Down with Robotica! Down with the United Planets!"

"This is for Xanthu, you traitors to organic life!"

"For Xanthu!"

[ooc: planning post]

Comments

After the battle

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It had taken time for Timber Wolf to heal up enough to regain consciousness. After a tense argument with the president in her panic room, he'd finally returned to join into the fray.

He definitely looked worse for wear, the front of his shirt was all charred and nearly burned away and he could barely stay on his feet.

When he saw that there were no dead civilians on the floor and that Proton and Neutron were already in custody, he grinned.

"Well, I'll be sprocked. You did that all on your own, didn't you. Brings a tear to my eye," he joked. "You rookies are just growin' up too fast."

He leaned against one of the pylons.

"Sorry you had to solo it. Pretty sure I had to regrow some organs. Didn't regain consciousness til' a few minutes ago."

[enthraller]

Ah, and wasn't that a relief? The group chaperone wasn't dead. Happy endings all around.

"There were at least six of us left to deal with them," Saralegui pointed out dryly, brushing the dust from one of the damaged pylons off his tunic. "I don't think anyone really went solo."

Perhaps his sense of humor was just a bit shot from the stress of the situation. Or perhaps that was his medieval literalness shining through. Hard to say. After a moment's pause, he peered at Timber Wolf curiously and just as ambiguously, adding, "Can you really regrow organs?"

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"Yep. Fast healing's one of my powers," Timber Wolf said, and now that it was clear they were all okay, he slid down the pylon to sit on the floor, bent over the hand clutching his stomach. "And it ain't exactly fun."

[enthraller]

"Useful, though," Saralegui observed. He opted to remain standing, but allowed himself enough ease to lean against the back of a recently-rightened bench. "Would you rather be in pain from the healing, or dead?"

[legionnpcs]

"I'd rather be in pain any day," said Timber Wolf. "Last thing Cub needs is another dead parent."

[ringslinging]

"Technically, I was doing the superhero thing before your ancestors were a gleam in their fathers' eyes," Hal grinned.

A lot of it wasn't as new as it could be, even aside from that. The tech was better these days, sure, and the politics were a lot different, but superheroing? Fine. Superheroing in space? Been there, done that. The no-kill rule wasn't really hard to get used to, either, given that it was only quite recently that the Green Lantern Corps had repealed their own and authorized lethal force - and honestly, in some ways Hal preferred having that rule to keep them in check anyway.

"Do you need a chair?"

Because he could do chairs.

[legionnpcs]

"Still. Looks like you all did a good job working together," said Timber wolf. "With how fast you took them down. Looks like all them practices paid off."

He leaned his head back against the pylon.

"And the floor's good. Just need to take a breather."

[ringslinging]

"Compared to some of the jokers I've had to work with back home, this group is pretty pleasant."

Exhibit A: Thaal Sinestro.