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legionmissions2017-05-23 12:27 am
letsgolegion) wrote in legionmissions2017-05-23 12:27 am
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GODS AMONG US - Fighting the Regime [modplot]
Who| Everyone who signed up
What| "Gods Among Us," the fight against the Regime.
Where| Earth, the 21st century
When| If relevant, like if you want to note it's after an event.
Warnings/Notes| N/A for now
They'd done it. It had been a race against time itself, but they'd won. With the Four driven off, unfortunately a capture had proven impossible every time, but the alterations had been averted and the Legion of Super Heroes could return home and bask in victory.
Or so they'd thought.
As they sat in the Time Sphere, on the way home after a stressful mission, the floor underneath them jolted, sending the team sprawling. Alarms blared, warning them that they were caught in a violent chronal wake as something much larger and more powerful than them tore through the timestream. An actual, honest-to-God flying saucer tore around them, burning history at the speed of seventeen dreams a minute. Visions of times that would now never be flashed by in the multi-hued chaos as it pulled ahead of the timesphere, slowing down to match their speed.
A hatch opened, lowering a ramp as it sped around, and William Leather stepped out. Smirking, he gave the Legionnaires a cocky wave. Then rolled something at them, shoving it down the ramp with a booted foot. It was big, painted in bright yellow with black stripes, egg-shaped, and the type of odd box sometimes called a "California Parachute" welded to the end. When it hit, everything went hot white and the concussive force ensured that no one remained conscious.
When they wake up, they're surrounded by construction work. Their hasty exit from the time stream has caused steel beams to age enough to twist and rust, and has de-aged the concrete underneath them until it has become wet again, threatening to harden around them where they lay.
The Time Sphere itself is nowhere to be found. There isn't even any wreckage.
What's immediately evident, however, is that someone's rolled out the red carpet in the form of men. Lots of men, wearing black armor with a distinctly stormtrooper-ish design. Above the red lenses of their goggles is a possibly familiar pentagon-shape filled in with red. No "S" in that shield, but the shape is evident. All of them are armed, some with assault rifles and others carrying weapons of infinitely more sophisticated design.
One of them -- impossible to say what rank when he wears the same black body armor as the rest -- growls.
"Stay on your knees. Hands behind your heads. If you think you want to get cute, we’ve got the real Flash, Nightwing, and Yellow Lantern on their way." He raises his shotgun and pumps it dramatically, pausing as the unfired shell spirals out the ejection port and hits the ground. "...And they ain’t gonna be happy to see some bad Halloween costumes.”
The situation, as bad as it is, isn't helped when the local "heroes" arrive. A crimson comet speeds through the ranks of the Regime's troops, and a yellow force beam blasts the ground between the main group and the soldiers. Of the threatened Nightwing, there is no sign, but Flash and Yellow Lantern come to a stop on their end of the line. Barry Allen folds his arms over his chest, glowering, and Hal Jordan jabs a finger at the team, a glowing yellow hand above him echoing his movements. "You’re all unauthorized superhumans. Out after curfew! Surrender now or..."
His threat is left unvoiced, however, as the team is wrapped in purple smoke, a woman’s voice echoing in a language that even the telepathic ear plugs can’t work out.
What| "Gods Among Us," the fight against the Regime.
Where| Earth, the 21st century
When| If relevant, like if you want to note it's after an event.
Warnings/Notes| N/A for now
They'd done it. It had been a race against time itself, but they'd won. With the Four driven off, unfortunately a capture had proven impossible every time, but the alterations had been averted and the Legion of Super Heroes could return home and bask in victory.
Or so they'd thought.
As they sat in the Time Sphere, on the way home after a stressful mission, the floor underneath them jolted, sending the team sprawling. Alarms blared, warning them that they were caught in a violent chronal wake as something much larger and more powerful than them tore through the timestream. An actual, honest-to-God flying saucer tore around them, burning history at the speed of seventeen dreams a minute. Visions of times that would now never be flashed by in the multi-hued chaos as it pulled ahead of the timesphere, slowing down to match their speed.
A hatch opened, lowering a ramp as it sped around, and William Leather stepped out. Smirking, he gave the Legionnaires a cocky wave. Then rolled something at them, shoving it down the ramp with a booted foot. It was big, painted in bright yellow with black stripes, egg-shaped, and the type of odd box sometimes called a "California Parachute" welded to the end. When it hit, everything went hot white and the concussive force ensured that no one remained conscious.
When they wake up, they're surrounded by construction work. Their hasty exit from the time stream has caused steel beams to age enough to twist and rust, and has de-aged the concrete underneath them until it has become wet again, threatening to harden around them where they lay.
The Time Sphere itself is nowhere to be found. There isn't even any wreckage.
What's immediately evident, however, is that someone's rolled out the red carpet in the form of men. Lots of men, wearing black armor with a distinctly stormtrooper-ish design. Above the red lenses of their goggles is a possibly familiar pentagon-shape filled in with red. No "S" in that shield, but the shape is evident. All of them are armed, some with assault rifles and others carrying weapons of infinitely more sophisticated design.
One of them -- impossible to say what rank when he wears the same black body armor as the rest -- growls.
"Stay on your knees. Hands behind your heads. If you think you want to get cute, we’ve got the real Flash, Nightwing, and Yellow Lantern on their way." He raises his shotgun and pumps it dramatically, pausing as the unfired shell spirals out the ejection port and hits the ground. "...And they ain’t gonna be happy to see some bad Halloween costumes.”
The situation, as bad as it is, isn't helped when the local "heroes" arrive. A crimson comet speeds through the ranks of the Regime's troops, and a yellow force beam blasts the ground between the main group and the soldiers. Of the threatened Nightwing, there is no sign, but Flash and Yellow Lantern come to a stop on their end of the line. Barry Allen folds his arms over his chest, glowering, and Hal Jordan jabs a finger at the team, a glowing yellow hand above him echoing his movements. "You’re all unauthorized superhumans. Out after curfew! Surrender now or..."
His threat is left unvoiced, however, as the team is wrapped in purple smoke, a woman’s voice echoing in a language that even the telepathic ear plugs can’t work out.
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As such, Danny went off to be by himself. Looking for an weapons vault of some sort, to maybe find something that would fit him when he was out fighting crime. Blasters would work, if he could get his hands on one. It may not have been the same as his family's weaponry, but he was smart enough to make it work. Maybe.
He needed something other than his fists, anyway.
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The kid seemed to play things close to the vest, and had talked on the network about superhero-ish things in his world (like ghosts) while claiming to have no part in them, but what didn't mean he was completely un-involved. Look at how Jason had been devoted to keeping his secret ID for a while.
Whatever the case, Rich figured he could use someone to talk to. So when Danny wandered off, Rich followed.
"Hey, kid, how are you holding up?"
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But of course, he just couldn't be left alone, could he.
"Oh, I'm doing great," Danny said, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm. A big scowl on his face, as he opened a crate, and began sorting through some of the weaponry inside. "We're just fighting some overpowered alien superhero who got turned into a supervillain and is basically holding our only way out of this messed-up present hostage. You know, normal day."
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Just...really invulnerable. But Rich'd seen plenty of invulnerable bad guys go down hard.
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He was too frustrated to really think about what he'd said, what it implied. He just wanted to get that off his chest, and hopefully get them to maybe not act like he needed his hand held.
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He'd seen Danny talking on the comms about ghosts and whatnot, making it sound like he was just a civilian in a town with strange events.
"Unless said civilian is secretly a superhero or something," he added slyly. " You wouldn't know anything about that kind of thing, would you?"
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"Um..." The frustration was temporarily gone, replace in that moment with sheer unadulterated panic. His breathing starting to pick up, as he suddenly realized he wanted to talk about literally anything else. "... What were we talking about?"
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With the New Warriors, he was always able to be Nova and just Rich.
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"Dude, I'm not a superhero. I'm the weirdo with the ghost hunting parents, who gets blamed for everything, okay? That's it." Even to him, that didn't sound convincing. Granted, everything except the first sentence was true, but he was too paranoid to think straight. "I'm not a superhero. Okay? I'm not."
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His voice goes gentle.
"Listen, we're a million miles from our homes right now. Anyone from home you'd have to worry about keeping your ID secret from isn't here, and the people who are here are probably never going to have access to home."
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This wasn't helping. God, this wasn't helping at all.
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Come on.
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He's in full-on panic mode. He's pulling at every string he can think of.
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You don't narc on teammates and allies. You just don't.
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"No, the worst part, is that I've been here!" He blurted out again, this time straight up throwing the lid of the case at the wall. "family and friends dying in an explosion? Check. Alternate version of me being totally traumatized by it? Check. Turning into a supervillain because of it? Check."
"So yeah. No. I'm not relaxing. Because apparently, as far as I know, I'm gonna have to do this all over again, and the best I can hope for without my normal powers is that maybe he won't kick my butt after I try overshadowing him."
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"Kid, I've seen planets die. Entire planets. I've had to bury an alternate universe version of my baby brother -- who died trying to help me. I've been assimilated by evil robots and brainwashed into helping them terrorize the innocent. I even died and came back to life."
He said it all very calmly.
"So no, maybe I don't know exactly what it's like to deal with a few of those things, but we've all got our burdens to bear. You don't know what it's like to watch an entire world die around you, either."
He drew in a deep breath.
"Pretending you're not dealing with it at all -- or pushing everyone else away -- all that's going to do is turn you into an island. It'll leave you facing it all alone -- and you don't have to be alone. You're part of a team, and a lot of the people on that team have struggled and suffered, and understand hardship. You're not the only superhero that's faced the public hating them, or being brainwashed, or their parents hating their heroic half, or alternate evil versions of themselves."
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Yeah, that was really all Danny could say there. Kind of takes the wind off your sails when someone ups the stakes by including dead planets.
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He pointed to the ground.
"But all that matters is what you're doing in the present. In this one. If you saw a glimpse of what could've happened if you were pushed past the moral event horizon -- well... it's not like you're the only one who has a breaking point. Everyone does. And yet, everyone still has a choice in how they react when pushed past it."
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And Danny really wasn't sure which part of him to listen to.
"Okay, look. Let's say I am a superhero. Hypothetically." He made sure to include that last words, looking a bit anxious. "What are you supposed to do when you end up in some new place, with a bunch of other superheroes, and all you can think of is all the times you've messed up? I mean..." He sighed, dragging his hand down his face. "Hypothetically. What if it's just easier to pretend to be a new superhero?"