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The Legion [Mods] ([personal profile] letsgolegion) wrote in [community profile] legionmissions2017-09-22 02:49 pm

THE GONE-AWAY WORLD [modplot]

Who| Those who signed up
What| The "Gone-Away World" plot
Where| The planet Tezeram
When| The same time as "The Ninth Gate" and "Total Eclipso"
Warnings/Notes| child endangerment

The Legion cruiser breaks apart upon entry to atmo. It just can't fight its way through the warped reality of the planet, through the willpower of the many criminals on Tezeram willing its destruction. But the Legionnaires own willpower and thoughts factor in, from the moment they're close enough to the planet to start influencing the "stuff" that makes up everything on Tezeram's surface.

So even though the ship rips apart, they don't die. Instead they find themselves down on the planet, separated into pairs that have to find their way towards the criminals behind all this, and find their way to each other. If they try to will the Legion cruiser back into being, they'll find it's impossible. They must defeat the criminals responsible for all this, and join together to will the cruiser back into being at the same time.
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[personal profile] agnominal 2017-10-07 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Turning away from the game of cat and budgie, Locus rushes after Barry and drops down...and only just catching himself on a railing, peering down into this mass of interconnected stairwells.

Of course. Of course this is what they're dealing with now. Why not?

Though gritted teeth: "How close are they?"
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[personal profile] rushing_by 2017-10-07 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry, didn't expect architectural design by MC Escher."

Barry checks the tricorder, and types in a quick calculation to figure out just how far they need to go down.

"Down a little over 15 meters, and that way," he says, pointing in the direction opposite the way they came, "about 20."
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I have been summoned

[personal profile] unrecovered 2017-10-09 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
And the door swings open.

There's something to be said for the power of will and imagination on a world that allows for the bending of reality. Currently, that something is, "if you believe hard enough, you too can yank a friend from a different planet where the laws of reality are concrete to perform a simple but necessary task for you here!"

This is, of course, how Wash found himself on Apokolips one moment and in front of a control panel God knows where the next with a sole directive at the forefront of his mind: open the door.

Which, after a moment, he does.

The directive disappears, and he has a single moment to ponder where the fuck he is and how he got here before he follows suit, returning to Apokolips in the blink of an eye.

What the fuck.
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[personal profile] steelandtemper 2017-10-10 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Things that don't occur to Cortana: the possibility that their doorman is really, actually Washington and not a doppelganger summoned up by Theta's perfect AI memory, down to the IFF signal that suddenly appears in her perceptions. Wash vanishes before he can clarify the matter, so it will have to remain a secret until they're all back on Legion World comparing mission notes.

"Man on the inside, huh? I was just going to turn off the strong nuclear force." See if your hyper-condensed matter can hold up to a sudden absence of gluons, criminal scum. Oh well, maybe she'll get a chance to try it on the way out.

"Now where are those kids?" Cortana asks no one in particular, and drums her fingers on the dash. Wishing the place out of existence and into open tarmac would hit up against the wills of every one of their opponents, which might prove too much even for the galaxy's most willful AI. Instead, she imagines every wall in the place turning transparent.
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[personal profile] nofortunateson 2017-10-10 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Proud as Theta is of getting that right, he is what he is - and the thought of utterly disintegrating some fortifications appeals to the part of him that remembers why he was made in the first place. "Ooh! Can we do that before we leave?"

Despite sharing a few neural walls with Theta, North absolutely does not see that one coming. No sooner is he twisting in his seat to make sure he's seeing what he thinks he's seeing than Wash blips right out of existence, leaving an unmanned control panel and an open door that he rolls the Warthog-ball through before someone can catch on to what's happening and shut them out again. He doesn't floor it immediately - partially because not long after the walls go clear, he bumps them up into and along one, the sphere skittering and scraping along invisible concrete as he rolls them along the length of it with the warthog tipped onto a lazy diagonal. Course correction's a secondary concern and something he trusts Theta to lean into, he's scanning the field as quickly as he can put it together, into and out of thermal range until he spots a pair that's smaller than the others, lit-up in brighter oranges and reds on thermals, and outside of that matching in a way that immediately jumps out in a sea of subtly different silhouettes.

"Two o'clock?" he checks, already heading that direction, because if he's seen it then Cortana's already had time to double-check.
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[personal profile] agnominal 2017-10-11 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
The path to the children simplifies, and Locus doesn't believe enough in good luck to feel any kind of optimism in the change. Rescue missions have never been his forte. Saving people. But he's not here to do only the things he is comfortable with, the things that have been in his wheelhouse for years.

Instead, he looks to Barry. Hard to tell what the former mercenary's expression is under that grim helmet, but it's clear enough that he expects the speedster to have some idea of how this is meant to go.

"We'll likely face them in force on the other side. Is taking them head-on the wisest choice?"
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[personal profile] rushing_by 2017-10-15 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Not really. Good thing I don't need to use the door. I'll handle keeping the crooks busy, you try to make sure the kids are safe." Barry says, and calls a phaser set to stun into his hand.

"Wait ten seconds, and then go in."

Instead of the door, he runs through the wall to side of it, blasting stun bolts at any crooks he can see.
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[personal profile] agnominal 2017-10-19 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Ten seconds.

It's enough time to reflect on the madness of this place, but he can't. Not now, when the contents of his mind can still shape his surroundings. He made that mistake once on Chorus and let his ghosts catch up to him.

Find the children. He can keep his focus on that, sharp as a razor's edge. Five seconds.

Fortunately he's gone on missions with Barry before. He knows that, for all his enthusiasm, he can be trusted to do the job right. All he needed to do was think of a way to the children. Straight shot. Simple.

Not easy, perhaps, bu simple in execution.

Two. One.

Keeping his gun raised Locus shoulders open the door, and his form melts away and vanishes from sight a moment later.

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