THE SPIES WHO SPROCKED US - modplot

[letsgolegion]

Who| Everyone who signed up
What| The Espionage Mission Against the Council
Where| Brainiac 3's abandoned asteroid base.
When| Set during the same time as "Through the Looking Glass"
Warnings/Notes| Potential gore, due to the plan to fake a betrayal. Also potential mind-borkery, due to the Herald involved. (Think similar to telepathy or empath powers).



The abandoned base of Brainiac 5's grandfather, Brainiac 3, is simultaneously perfect for a secret meeting and perfect for an attack. Built into the asteroid itself, it had labyrinthian tunnels, extensive computer monitoring systems, and countless security measures. And a faked radiation spill means very few would risk going to it.

But all the things the Council-members and the Herald are using to guard the meetup can be used against them as well. The tunnels, ducts, shady rafters, and countless levels provide ample opportunity for hiding, sneaking and bypassing certain areas to avoid getting caught. The security systems -- everything from alarms to wall-mounted stun blasters, to capture droids -- can be hacked and exploited, either by the hackers among them, or by security bypass devices similar to the ones that were used during the heist on Rimbor. Even when these devices fail for whatever reason, such as security code shifts and updates, the hackers can gain new security codes and bypasses and send them to their compatriots.

The most dangerous part of this mission is the use of the Nysheef, Harrubian ninjas that have been lent to the UP Council-members as security from the pissed off Harrubian elite that were arrested by the Legion. Juuust on the off chance that the Legion might come snooping around. But with the right amount of stealth and subterfuge, the Legionnaires can take out the Nysheef without raising the alarm, and there are plenty of places to stuff their unconscious bodies.

Brainiac 5 went all out to make sure that the Legionnaires are well equipped for this mission. Before it started, they had access to a tech armory that let them get their hands on a wide variety useful tech, such as: security bypass devices, mini-computers for the hackers, stun weapons, smoke bombs with stun gas that can knock out most sentients for hours, hard-light holographic projectors that can cast illusions over an area or disguise an individual (which can scan new things to create new disguises), stasis field devices, personal cloaking devices, high-tech anti-grav climbing gear, recording drones, grappling hooks...

Basically, if the Legionnaires needed it for the job, they got it. As usual, they also have their flight rings, omnicoms (which have useful scanners), and transuits.

A sensor sweep indicates that the Herald and the six Council-members are meeting in a particular central chamber -- with an addition two unexpected life signs -- but with the team's plans, powers, and equipment, it's Mission: Highly Probable instead of Mission: Impossible.

And the Council will never see them coming. (Which is kind of the point, really.)

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DEFEATING THE DAXAMITES - York, Wash, Reaper

[letsgolegion]

Widowmaker's stun rounds to their noggins accomplished 3 important things with the Daxamite Council-members:

1) They at least made the two Daxamies stagger back.
2) They left them so dizzy they can barely stand up straight.
3) They tore their transuits just slightly in their facial areas, enough that the transparent fabric can be seen subtly hanging in tatters from their shoulders.

Unfortunately, that's not that much of an advantage when facing bargain bin knock offs of Superman, especially when said knock-offs aren't actually that knock-off-ey. It isn't so much that Daxamites are weaker than Kryptonians as that whole "lead hurts us" thing is a bit of a downer when most worlds contain lead. (Brainiac 3's base might have some somewhere too -- some of those pipes look promising).

One thing's for sure: with the Daxamites left dizzy, the Legionnaires need to move fast before they recover.

"I'm going to find the filthy genescrape that shot us and tear them limb from limb," Tela Nik growls to her fellow Councilor, Corl Dem.

She'd probably be saying that even if War's power wasn't cascading through the room and making absolutely everyone feel the urge to kill one another. While the Legionnaires can maybe fight past that feeling, you can bet the Daxamites won't bother.

[unrecovered]

Wash is back on his feet the second the tables turn, eyes on the closest targets - the Daxamites - as Widowmaker's shots hit them and they stagger-

And the rage hits him like a goddamn tidal wave, burning in his chest and rising in his throat like bile. He has live ammo - it would be the work of a few seconds to switch to live rounds, put a shot through the torn transuits, angle it to rip through the Daxamites' heads, and that problem would be fucking solved-

'And now I get to spill your blood, and make you spill each other's-'

This isn't him.

He knows his own rage intimately - he let it fuel him and consume him for the better part of a fucking year before it nearly destroyed him, to the point where a lack of anything to fight and an unexpected act of mercy were the only way to put out the flames. He burns cold, a fury fueled by calculation and determination and a complete lack of self-preservation. This berserker rage came from somewhere else.

He feels it burn acid in his throat and swallows it back anyway. This is not the time.

Instead, he glances around to see the two people nearest to him but still out of range of his powers - York and Reaper - the urge to kill rises again and he forces it down - they cannot afford infighting on a battlefield - and opens a private comm channel. "I'll shut down the Daxamites' powers - you two subdue them." He barely waits to finish the sentence before he's off, sprinting towards the Daxamites, fake blood dripping from his armor. He drops into a slide just before he reaches them, setting off his power nuke and striking at their ankles as he goes. Best case scenario, he knocks them flat or at least off-balance and his momentum gets him out of the way; worst case scenario, he's within arm's length of two artificially enraged Daxamites and in for a world of hurt.

[fantasmaniac]

Despite his apparent penchant for death and destruction, those who truly knew Reaper knows that he's an incredibly focused individual. He always was, and always will be, even if the explosion resulting in his traumatic near-death had frayed at his nerves a bit. It makes it that much easier for the surge of rage to course through ever fiber of his being. Maybe it's just how much hatred he'd harbored over the years, but the feeling is familiar and almost welcome, that it doesn't knock him out for a loop.

It's nothing new...and yet it was something completely different. To have his focused rattled about like that, it's just giving him more flashbacks to the mission on Silent Horizon. He grinds his teeth, bites the inside of his cheek and he can taste blood, the sharp but slight pain cutting through the red. Just in time to hear Wash's voice float through the comm.

"On it."

He may hate Wash, and feel neutral towards York at best, but that never deterred Reaper from his objectives. If anything, he has himself a secondary goal, watching this York guy that Sombra had invested so much of her time in. Using that as a focus (on top of, you know, killing everyone in a frenzy and getting his ass thrown into jail faster than he can say die), he dissipates in a flurry. Rushing towards one of the Daxamites, he barely waits for the nuke to go off first, just nearly missing its radius.

[goddamngrenades]

The mission's going as smooth as could be hoped, better than he'd guessed, all's relatively well-

Then snap goes the trap and that's when shit seems to pitch sideways. A flurry of movement and crackling power as the 'dead' leap up, shots are fired and it pitches him right fucking back to the war and the trenches and the bone deep certainty that the only way to survive means murdering anything that moves-

No, that's panic. That's pragmatism. This is hotter, less focused, less logical and it fucking staggers York for all of two point three five seconds as Delta gets HIS head out of the sudden wave of whatever the hell it is and locks down. They'd been twisted up and used once before. Not again. Rage was unfamiliar to Delta, belonged to his brother, a cooler kind of anger is what he held. Not this desire for blood and bone and murder. Too much like the Silent Horizon, like the faceless, and it makes it almost easy to reach in and flip the switch that shuts off that particular swell of emotion for York.

They can argue about the ethics of that later.

Off goes the nuke, in goes Reaper, and bright goes the first thing York snagged near him that wasn't a person. Some kind of debris that takes a charge like a dream. Reaper's got one- York? Can cover Wash till he gets some distance. "Watch your eyes!"

Disable and disorient. Flashbang, ho! York hurls the charged debris at the Daxamite nearest Wash, nudging luck just enough in their mutual favor to ensure his teammate doesn't get hit.

[letsgolegion]

Boom, goes Wash's power, and boom goes that bit of charged debris. It affects both Daxamites. The one closest to Wash, Corl, staggers back blinded and deafened, screaming. Under Daxam's red sun, he has no powers, like all other Daxamites, but he's been out in the rest of the UP long enough to have gotten used to yellow sunlight and unused to pain.

He's left completely vulnerable, for Wash and York to clean up shop.

Tela closed her eyes in time and was farther away, so she's merely distracted by it and by her clearly affected partner -- and that means she's not looking out for Reaper.

"You filthy little primitives!" she yells.

[unrecovered]

A duo of depowered, distracted Daxamites. It's almost too good to be true.

Blame York's luck power and move on. He stops himself and vaults to his feet, taking half a second to assess the situation - York at a distance, Reaper closing in on the further Daxamite - before he drops low and sweeps the legs out from under the Daxamite closest to him, barely waiting for impact before he draws his pistol and fires two rounds into the Daxamite's face.

Stun rounds. Into the tear on the transuit. They might need Parker to help keep him powerless later, but for now, this one shouldn't be getting back up.

[fantasmaniac]

Then again, two Daxamites with powers that would otherwise slay this trio isn't good at all. Seems they had a bit of good planning and a pinch of luck to thank. Reaper wouldn't have guessed it was a part of York's power.

In a flurry of smoke, Reaper avoids being blinded as he swoops around from the back, his trajectory undisturbed and in even better luck as the other Daxamite is distracted. He tries to redirect his anger, that burning need to kill, towards something that'll help him succeed in his mission. With barely restrained force, he draws his shotguns to attack.

Without even thinking, he raises it to the back of her head. Her peripherals only catch it a second too late, and even though it wouldn't have been a kill shot (considering Daxamites and all), the intent is there. His less dominant shooting hand has to physically alter the route of the bullet, knocking at his gun to lower it, before snarling and letting loose a flurry of shots. Non-fatal rounds, he peppers them into her back. Once the other Daxamite goes down, they'll be able to easily take care of this one.

[goddamngrenades]

York sprints in to close the distance, a scattershot of stun rounds made meant more to disorient than anything else. Just to give him time enough to reach out and grab the last Daxamite left stunned and standing. Beautiful thing about the transuits-

They're inorganic.

He charges the material with a flicker of will and thought, D running calculations as to how much would disarm and disable rather than dismember and calling out the appropriate time to ollie out and shove him in Tela's direction before the timed charge crackles and explodes in a film of concussive force both outward and inward.

"Incoming!"

[letsgolegion]

Baboom!

And now they have two downed, thoroughly unconscious Daxamites on their hands, ready to hand over to the Science Police. Mission accomplished.