THE GONE-AWAY WORLD [modplot]

[letsgolegion]

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.

Comments

[rushing_by]

While Locus draws the attention of the birds, Barry zips toward a tower, smacking away any Budgies that come near him with an imagined tennis racket. It feels a little cruel, but they aren't real birds to begin with.

Once he reaches the tower, he slaps his hand on it and focuses on it as much as he can. "Open door to a stairwell, open door to a stairwell, open door to a stairwell..."

The entrance is created, and Barry nearly fall in as the open doorway appears.

"We're in!"

[letsgolegion]

Because your mod is an asshole it just couldn't be easy, the inside looks like this:

[agnominal]

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?"

[rushing_by]

"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."

[letsgolegion]

While the Legionnaires are facing off against the wills of every criminal in this place, said criminals have forgotten that their wills aren't the only ones shaping it, and that the wills of the Legionnaires aren't the only ones combating them.

The existence of the Legionnaires in the complex reaches the children. Rooms away, the criminals in the room react to the fuss outside and say just a little too much about who's attacking where the kids can hear, and so they know three groups of Legionnaires are coming from different directions.

Baela and Claeton Trivv grew up on stories of the Legion of Superheroes. They idolized the Winathian Legionnaires Spark and Livewire until they disappeared with the rest of the missing Legionnaires. They have the full collection of Legion action figures at home, every last one, and lovingly add new figures when they're made of new Legionnaires. They still play with the figures of the Legionnaires sent home and hope they'll come back someday. (Claeton still loves his Spider-Woman figure and Baela's favorite is still Great Saiyaman).

And the thing about worlds based on thoughts is that narratives are a natural part of existence. Even though life is random, senseless, and often harsh, the human mind needs to make sense of it.

This has turned into a story of the good guys coming in to save the day, and it's one that the twins believe in much more strongly than the criminals believe in their narrative of actually winning.

The fortress shifts. The way isn't entirely clear - the two of Legionnaires have quite a few mooks to mow down in between them and the kids. But the room the two children are trapped in suddenly morphs and shifts so that there are three entrances to where they're stuck in their cage, with easily breakable doors, perfect for good guys to break through to save the day.

Time shifts too, so that despite however long it took them all to get there, the various teams of Legionnaires are poised to get into the room at the same time. The criminal masterminds behind this plot - unconscious of even doing it - also conveniently spread out so that there's a group of them in front of each entrance.

Three doors. Three teams. Three clusters of villains. It's all neat and tidy. But the Legionnaires still have to imagine up one hell of a party crash to overpower the criminals they're facing. They're close enough now to decide on their final attack.

[agnominal]

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?"

[rushing_by]

"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.

[agnominal]

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.