Endgame Part 2 [log] [modplot]

[letsgolegion]

ENDGAME PART 2
SUMMARY

Armed with the Miracle Machine, and facing a universe that's starting to break down at the seams, the Legion must venture through Chronoblivion's outer shells - made up of the fragments of dead universes - to allow the Miracle Machine access to the dimensional space the Big C's core self exists in. Only when they're technically in the right reality can the device alter the reality in it to defeat him.

But Chronoblivion's shell is a dangerous place. Many of the individuals that have tried to look into its depths have gone mad, and every brave fool that's wandered in has never come out, nor have they broken through to the other side.

The only chance the Legion has of breaking through the shell - and also breaking it down enough to get a crack at the gooey center - is if they rely on each other on the journey through. Because if they get stuck there, the twisted pocket dimensions within will grind them away until they cease to exist.

THE MAZE

They have the Miracle Machine and there was enough hope in both galaxies to keep it from fading from existence. It's fully charged now, and influenced by Brainy's mind as he took it out of its pocket in the Bleed, the space between universes, it's taken the form of a round piece of metal with a Legion insignia, not unlike their Legion belt buckles.

But they still have one of the greatest challenges of their lives ahead of them. Even with the Penitent and her monsters gone, the Catastrophists have refused to quit. They've left every world as It summoned them all here.

But the Legion was able to move much faster. Shikari, the Legion's only Kwai member, is one of the most talented Wayfinders the Kwai have ever seen, one who's navigated starpaths beyond that of most other Kwai. Leading them through through a threshold gate, she found them the fastest way through D-space to the twisted section of space that Chronoblivion inhabits, beating the Catastrophists there.

Now, outside the twisting and folding dimensions before them, they ready themselves for the last leg of their adventure.

"Quantum Legion," Shikari says over the comms. "I have found us the Way! Brr! The insides are twisted and broken and I see no clear paths, but the way in through its outermost shell is straight and true."

"That's at least a start. Alright, Legion, we don't have much time," says Kid Quantum. "Brainy says due to the way Chronoblivion warps reality, we need to get the device close - so it's technically in the same dimensional space - to work. Some of us are going to have to stay outside to hold off the Catastrophists. Shikari only bought us a few minutes' head start. It's not exactly going to be a picnic for the people going inside, but for the people outside - it's going to be rough, too."

"It's pretty obvious who should stay behind," says Garth Ranzz, Livewire, his voice sounding moody. But if they think he's going to demand the displacees face chump duty...well, they'd be wrong. "We saw all of you working. The crystal was able to resonate with our galaxy, and it's all we could do, just...watch. And you were sprocking amazing. I mean, yeah, you had your growing pains but so did we when the team first started. The rest of us are a mess. We need to be on stupid mook duty for this one."

"He's right. You were incredible," says Imra Ardeen, aka Saturn Girl, the Legion's Titanian telepath, finishing his thought. Telepathically, she shares images of some of their greatest triumphs that they witnessed: the defeat of Galactus, the imprisoning of the Spectre, the capture of the Joker in a refrigerator, the defeat of War and the traitorous UP Council-members - and so many more. "And we're all rusty. We could barely move in that place, let alone practice. There's no way we can defeat Chronoblivion in our current state, we'd just trip over our own feet. But we can try to hold the Catastrophists off."

"I don't like the idea of leaving you out here alone," says Kid Quantum. "You're all really worn out by your time in there..."

"The day we can't pull mook duty," says Jo Nah, Ultra Boy, cracking his knuckles, "is the day we hand in our rings. We've got this. And you've all got this."

"Alright," says Kid Quantum. "I want all current active duty Legionnaires to head in for the final fight. All Legionnaires that were in the crystal dimension, you're outside, holding the line. Imra and Shikari, you're the only ones coming in with the rest of us. Shikari, wherever you can, we need you to guide us towards Chronoblivion's core self. Imra, I want you to connect all the Legionnaires heading in telepathically, to make it easier for us to find each other if we're split up."

"Livewire," says Imra. "As acting Legion leader of the group that was in the crystal dimension, I'm officially giving you command of the group outside. With Kid Quantum's permission, of course."

"Permission granted. Good luck, Garth," Kid Q says. "And good luck, team."

Kid Quantum steadies herself with a deep breath. In the distance, they start to see the popping lights of boom tubes opening. For just a moment, two Legions face each other, past and present, but it becomes immediately clear that they're not separate, not at all. As some of the Legionnaires turn to face the waves of enemies about to crash against the shore, and as others turn to face the impossible, twisting depths of a living nightmare, they're all clearly filled with the same resolve.

"Time to go. Stay as close as you can to each other, watch each other's backs, and fight hard. We have no idea what's in there." Kid Q's jaw sets. "But we've come this far and they still haven't stopped us. Chronoblivion wants to take a bite of out of us? Let's go show him that we bite back."

Space warps and twists as they descend into the depths, and there's a feeling like hitting a brick wall at a hundred miles an hour and then being split through a sieve. Reality rewrites itself time and time again. Their fears become manifest, painful memories reawaken, their imaginations are even plumbed for fears they didn't know to be afraid of.

But they instinctively feel a draw towards other Legionnaires thanks to Imra's telepathy. And there is a way out of every scenario, if they work together, if they confront their fears or their pasts, if they know themselves.

On the other side is...an ending. It's still up in the air whether it'll be a good one or not. But they have to get there first.

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[mirror_soldier]

Moving through the Grand Hall cautiously, he does explore a bit before moving toward the doors. Taking everything in, it definitely seemed like an extension of Rico. From the eagles to the color scheme and aesthetics. Nothing was familiar enough for him to really know what was normal for this place, and what was changed by the man's influence, but that didn't stop him from being curious about it.

The statue for one, seemed odd. Usually, when the heroes made statues like this for one another, they tended to depict the person at their best, particularly when it was so prominently showcased. But this seemed...vindictive.

Walking up to the wall of badges, he runs his fingers over the edges of a few of the more twisted and damaged of them as he read the names. But none of them sound familiar enough to leave much of an impression, and soon he loses interest, finally moving on to the doorways.

The first one he reaches for is marked with several X's. Not recognizing the markings for what they were, he opened the door just enough to see what was behind it, and almost immediately pulls back away from it again with a disgusted snarl, slamming the door closed. With a disgruntled huff, he turned to look at the other exits, which didn't appear much more promising or appealing.

Or at least the doors didn't, the gaping hole in the wall on the other hand, was a curious thing. Walking closer, he expected to see something past the darkness but none of the light from the room he was in seemed to penetrate it in the slightest. He couldn't even see the floor, and he quickly found out why that was when he passed the thresh hold into nothing.

Suddenly falling into what seemed like an empty abyss, unable to simply fly out of it, he panicked. Moving his arms in circles at super speed, he tryed to slow his decent or create a cushion of air in the case that there was some bottom to this pit.

[truefaceofthelaw]

[➤You step through the hole in the wall.]

It goes on for much longer than you think. To the point where it might seem like there is no end, and your body is on the verge of giving up. But you manage to find the bottom eventually, when the howling winds whipped up around you flatten out, and your quick thinking means that the landing is only mildly jarring.

It’s still pitch black in here. But you can feel some kind of solid ground underneath your boots, bumpy with debris. The air radiates heat, stifling on your senses and prickling at your skin and every hair on the back of your neck. You get the sense that this is a place you would not like to linger. And approximately two meters to your left and low to the ground, there comes a voice, young and fearful, no older than fourteen or fifteen. Their breathing is ragged and pained, every inch a wounded animal.

“It’s not fair!” it screams. “It’s not fair!”