legionmissions | AN EYE FOR AN EYE

Who| Closed to anyone who signed up
What| The mission against the Spectre
Where| Takron-Galtos, the prison planet.
When| During all the Brainiac shenanigans.
Warnings/Notes| Blood, gruesome death, torture, literal Old Testament stuff

The prison is on lockdown but half of the lockdown procedures aren't working, thanks to the Coluan technology threaded through the prison. Yet there's still some hope. Brainiac 5 himself had worked on some of the systems and some of his backup lockouts are keeping the system secure.

Barely.

Of course, that means that none of the prisoners can get out, none of them can escape it as it rampages through the prison. There's nowhere to go, no safe way of evacuating them, and how can someone escape that anyway? The literal wrath of God?

Upon arrival, Legion Liaison Officer Shvaughn Erin gets the Legionnaires all she can on the threat in the prison. What little video they had, where the Spectre is currently at, maps of the prison. Then she takes over rallying the prison guards to work on keeping the prisoners from escaping while the Legion works. The guards are panicking and need a cool head to get them back on track - and a prison break happening while the Legionnaires are fighting the Spectre is the last thing they need.

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"Let's do this then." Barry says, sounding way more ready than he feels. He breaks off to the left and aims a pair of arm tornadoes at the Spectre, hoping that's enough to gain the Spectre's attention, as suicidal as that sounds.

The Spectre mostly just looks outraged at the attacks. They don't hurt him at all but they do distract and enrage him, deflecting his attention away from the prisoners he was creatively murdering.

His voice booms through the bloody nightmare realm he's made inside the prison.

"Who dares interfere in my mission of vengeance? Begone, lest I judge you as well! So says... The Spectre!"

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While the others set up a distraction, Nightwing goes to work. He pulls out a specially created bag, which is basically a zipped up 'pocket', maybe an inch deep. It doesn't need to be deep, though, because the only reason he has it is to access his pocket dimension.

He opens it up, reaching in and visualizing the case. He pulls it out, folding the pocket and tucking it away again before opening the case and pulling out the Spear. He hefts it as he gets to his feet, looking around and ignoring the faint whispering at the back of his mind. Something that's easy right now but would be more difficult the longer he held it.

In standing, though, Nightwing realizes that he's in a bad place to actually get a strike in. Too many...not innocents in the way, but people who didn't deserve to die. That's what they're here for, after all. But, also, the current distractions would only last so long. The Spectre seemed to have found himself a rather...large host.

He could find a place to get a better shot from, but that would take time.

Nightwing looks around again, then runs to Garrus' side, pressing the Spear into his hand. "I can't get a good shot. I'll go make sure you can." After all, Garrus is one of the tallest of them. It'll help, with any luck.

Then he splits off, running toward the Spectre while giving a loud, sharp whistle to grab the...man's attention. "That'd be us, Spectre. And man, I'm sure Jim Corrigan wouldn't be impressed with your current mission, would he?"

Just turn this direction, he thinks, moving so that the Spectre's attention is away from Garrus and that side of the fight. Keep your eye on the birdie.

Garrus, for his part, had been doing whatever he could to keep's Spectre's attention. He kept up a steady barrage of glimmering energy cannonballs - each one taking a wide, curving arc to impact the Spectre from an odd angle. They didn't seem to do any appreciable damage of course, but they didn't need to as long as they kept him distracted.

He was about to hurl another when Dick appears at his side, offering the spear.

There's a part of Garrus that's reluctant to take it - that would much rather wave Dick off and tell him to find someone else. It'd probably be better that way. Garrus might have commendable discipline under fire, but self-control? Resisting some of his darker, more destructive impulses when he really gets pushed?

He's been less than great about that.

But he doesn't say any of that. Garrus has only known Dick for a little while, but he's got the sense that Dick knows what he's doing. If he's handing the spear off, it's because he believes Garrus has a better shot at getting this done than he does. Garrus might not share that assessment, but he trust's Dick's instincts and he knows that every second they wait was a chance for things to spiral out of control.

So, instead of arguing, he nods and takes the spear without hesitation. As Dick sprints off, Garrus moves as well. He can hear the whispering in the back of his mind as he searches for a vantage point. The words are indistinguishable, but they send an icy chill running down his spine.

Let's make this quick.

"Corrigan is at peace. His path, or how closely I walk in it, doesn't matter here," he says in reply to Dick.

"If it did, I'd think he'd approve. The Spectre is beyond bureaucracy, beyond the worldly binds that interfere with justice. All the murderers, rapists, and traitors simply face an earthly taste of their eternal punishments. Is it any wonder that two of my longest-lasting hosts, eager to apply the rod, were once officers of the law?"

The Spectre looks up from the distractions and sees Garrus coming. He swats at him with a massive hand.

Crap. Garrus throws up a wall of force, but it cracks and shatters almost instantly under the Spectre's blow. The impact has him seeing stars, tumbling end-over-end in a semi-conscious daze.

The spear flies out of his hand.

And lands near Sawtooth, who dives for it. He's more accustomed to being a weapon than wielding one, but they'd all been briefed on the spear - how to use it, and what it could do if they held on to it for too long - and now that he has it, it's up to him.

Never mind the cold whispers that start up in his processor the second he picks up the spear. Those aren't important right now.

Fortunately for Sawtooth, he's spent most of his life moving around people who outsize him and wish him harm. He's had years of practice in staying unnoticed, and he uses them all now, darting behind cover and getting as close to the Spectre as possible, to where the Spectre would have to turn almost all the way around and crane his neck to see Sawtooth. There - he's close enough - he just has to-

He reaches out and jabs the spear into the Spectre, envisioning him in the most secure container he can think of: a Cybertronian stasis pod.

...a very small Cybertronian stasis pod, because someone is going to have to carry it out of here.

"No!" The Spectre struggles, but as the pod forms, it starts drawing him in, like a Genie being sucked into a lamp. Even though it looks like a stasis pod, it looks like it's made entirely of stone.

"The will of the Lord cannot be denied!"

For a moment, the Spectre briefly detaches from his host, a human man who had died during the floods of Naltor, with his family, early on in the new Legion's career. But the man seems just as outraged.

"They deserve to suffer! It's not fair that they're still alive when my family's dead!"

The two merge again and as the Spectre is drawn into the pod, he says, "I see your sins, Legionnaires. Before this, I was content to punish those that weren't fighting against the end of days, but know this! If I ever gain my freedom again, you will face God's reproach! No matter what world you flee too, no matter what dimension you cower in, you shall be juuuudged!"

And then he's trapped, and only wisps of green smoke and the smell of brimstone remain.

The transformed prison suddenly transforms back to the holographic prison yards and cell blocks it had once been. The gathered villains slump inside their clear cell pods in relief.

For a moment, Sawtooth is grateful that normal stasis pods don't work that way.

But the Spectre continues to hurl threats, and his last words strike entirely too close to home. For a moment, Sawtooth is back on Cybertron again, fleeing with his brothers from a war criminal that wanted them for nothing but the power they could provide, running to Earth and still not being able to escape, even as Cybertron stood by and did nothing, because what did a group of Minicons mean to a planet that saw them as objects?

The whispers coalesce, burrowing deeper into his mind, and he snarls. "I don't think so. I'm done being hunted."

And then there's the Chief, moving to pull the spear out of Sawtooth's grip before that snarl can deepen. Sawtooth may be a robot, but the Chief is a Spartan.

"You're done, period," he says. Easy, kid. It's over. They need to put the spear back where it belongs before anyone else can go on a power-maddened justice trip today.

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