IN BRIGHTEST DAY - Mod Plot [LOG POST | 2 | IN BLACKEST NIGHT]

[wieldtherainbow]

Who| Everyone involved in the plot
What| A space battle
Where| In the space sector around Cargg
When| If relevant, like if you want to note it's after an event.
Warnings/Notes| Things may get violent/gory!

Unfortunately, even the last Green Lanterns didn't know where the yellows or reds had hidden their central power batteries. Their long lost bases were still lost to the universe. That meant the only way to find them was to wait for them to attack.

In the space sector around the planet Cargg, reports of an asteroid mining freighter getting attacked clued the Legion and their allies into where the yellows were. By the time they got there, the red Lanterns had also joined in -- attacking all comers, including the yellows themselves. As the different groups of Lanterns collided in combat, the deaths started almost instantly. New rings started seeking owners, including those of the reds and yellows.

By now, they'd all received at least enough basic training with their rings to function in battle, and they all still had use of their normal powers.

A squad of Green Lanterns led by Kilowog gathered around the freighter, trying to shield it from attack.

"Listen up, poozers!" Kilowog called out to his greens, leading them into the fight and setting up a perimeter. "We need to give this ship time to evac. Hold the line! If it's yellow or red, it's not getting through!"

Kid Quantum, wielding a blue ring, called out to the Legionnaires, "We need to protect that freighter! Everyone move in to support the greens. Hit and run tactics! Hit 'em fast and hit 'em hard. Let's go, Legion!"

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GENERAL FIGHTING

[wieldtherainbow]

The ruthless attack on the freighter was as good a place to take a stand as any. A large part of the mining platform had already been destroyed and the floating bits of wreckage floating around created a battlefield that provided places for cover and ambush.

While the greens hunkered down and tried to protect what was left so the crew could evacuate, that left the Legion free to move around and attack any yellows or reds that got too close, to provide them cover.

[ringslinging]

[ ooc - open if anyone wants a team-up. Hal's also getting a yellow at some point, so that'll probably get worked in here...somewhere. ]


Familiar faces everywhere, and most of them ones that Hal would be perfectly happy not to be seeing again.

Hal was making a quick loop around the battlefield, not diving straight into anything just yet - because if the yellows were here, then more than likely Sinestro was with them, and if Sinestro was here, there was a chance that he might be able to get the point across that they all had much bigger fish to fry than each other. They'd teamed up to deal with Nekron and Krona. It wasn't beyond comprehension that Sinestro would consider doing the reasonable thing.

And if he didn't, well. Hal figured he had more of a reason than anyone to smack the man right across his stupid mustache.

Of course, with this much going on, finding a specific person in the chaos was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Maybe a different approach was called for.

The first high-ranking yellow who passed into Hal's field of vision, thus, he smacked upside the back of the head with a huge green boxing glove.

"Arkillo, hey. Long time no see. Is that a new haircut? Oh, right, no hair." Hal looped around to move in front of Arkillo and hover to a stop. "Is your boss home? Grown-ups need to talk."

[wieldtherainbow]

Arkillo, needless to say, was unmoved by Hal's display of charm and wit.

"You want to find Sinestro? You'll have to talk to my ring, first," he growled, yellow energy beginning to coalesce around him.

[the_fuzz]

With an excessively loud TOOT-TOOT!, a green subway train flew at top speed towards Arkillo.

"Need any help with him Hal?" Judy, the creator of the construct, asked.

Re: GENERAL FIGHTING

[wieldtherainbow]

Karu-Sil stalked the battlefield, hunting in concert with her carnivorous constructs. The quartet attacked anyone who ventured near them, clawing and biting with animalistic ferocity.

Anyone who did take them on would have to be prepared to hold their own, or else risk becoming their prey.

Re: GENERAL FIGHTING

[wherenoonegoes]

"Those four remind you of anything, bud?" Hiccup asked Toothless as they flew near. Toothless growled in the affirmative.

"Yeah, those are definitely Speed Stinger tactics. Only less paralyzing and more maiming. We're gonna need to play this smart. Flying solo, and bringing in some help."

Normally it wouldn't be an option, but with the power of the rings both Hiccup and Toothless could fly without each others assistance. As for the help, that was Hiccup's job.

He focused, searching for a strong enough emotion to bring the construct he had in mind to life. Not will, even though the person he had in mind had plenty. Not fear, despite the fact the he found her terrifying for several good reason. Love was the key to bringing the construct of Astrid and Stormfly to bear against Karu-Sil's pack.

Hiccup was kind of a sap that way. The trio charged into the fray, Toothless already firing off a plasma bolt at one of the yellow beasts.

[captainbuzzkill]

Dipper knew he was supposed to probably be afraid. He knew that a giant battlefield full of scary monsters and possible death was supposed to be, well...scary. And it was. These were genuine psychopaths they were going up against and while no one had directly died in front of him so far, the rings zipping around were making it clear that people were dying. Not all of them were red and yellow, either.

So he wasn't necessarily happy to be out here, fighting like this.

But he also wasn't really that afraid. That was something that was happening more and more during his time as a Legionnaire. Oh sure, they kept facing horrible things, but everything was so different now. He wasn't just a scared, powerless kid anymore. And that made all the difference in the world.

Green Lanterns were supposed to be able to overcome great fear. Ignoring it, on the other hand, pretending it wasn't there, wasn't such a good idea. But right now Dipper was shoving all his fear aside and he felt like he could take on the world. Maybe it was the way the power of the green ring was bolstering his self-assurance, but even his telekinesis was more controlled, buoyed up by his confident mental state.

Maybe it was the fact that all the monsters, all the yellow Lanterns with their too-many teeth and too-many claws, were fleeing from him on the battlefield. Just like he'd done during practice, he was lobbing horrible Gravity Falls monsters at them left and right. Never Bill and his henchmaniacs, because that was just...too much. But the other monsters? He wasn't afraid of those. They were all things he and his sister, and his Grunkles, and his friends had overcome.

Heck, some of them were even his friends. The Multi-bear was a particularly horrifying-looking creature to throw at enemies, but he was kind-hearted in reality and had the same taste for top 40's hits. To Dipper, he was a friendly -- even protective - entity. It was the same for many of the others. The gnomes had become allies over times, but Yellow Lanterns didn't know that, all they knew was that being tackled by waves of tiny creatures with razor sharp teeth was pretty terrifying, especially when they were the ones that were supposed to be doing all the attacking with sharp teeth.

Dipper was smart enough and good enough at multi-tasking to manage a few constructs going at once, so they wandered around him, zapping and "eating" Yellow Lanterns. Before long, yellows started trying to run away away, because even hardened killers found it alarming to be besieged by giant floating babies that shot lasers from their eyes, zombies, gremloblins, lumberjack ghosts with axes stuck in their heads, or...whatever that thing was.

"Don't tell me you're scared!" he taunted, while a yellow Lantern screamed as they were gobbled up by a giant construct of a gremloblin. Inside it, where only Dipper knew they were there, restraints trapped them, turning it into a makeshift prison where they could be kept until they were turned over to the authorities. To the outside, it looked like they might have been actually eaten -- which was the point. What the yellow Lanterns didn't know would only help him win the fight, right?

"You guys are the fear guys! Rule number one of being the fear guys: you can't be scared if you're supposed to be doing the scaring." One of them broke through a manotaur construct and seemed to think they were home free to hurt Dipper, but then he lashed out with his telekinesis, slammed them so hard they got knocked out, and the gremloblin gobbled them up, too. "Or else something like that will happen."

Someone could've made the argument that Dipper was perhaps enjoying this just a little too much -- but how often in the past had he been the one that was scared? It felt good to be the one doing the scaring for once.

[ooc: Tag me and then we'll pick a yellow Lantern to fight together!]

[headinjuries]

Well, those were...special.

Sam wasn't a stranger to weird and freaky sights; he'd seen a few pretty nasty things out tripping through the galaxy. But his ring was violet, and so his style was more fitting of that; he drew on the things he loved, not things he'd feared. Lots of sports equipment - smacking opponents around with baseball bats, raining balls and pucks on them, tackling them with the entire starting lineup of the Arizona Cardinals. Some video games - blasting them down with the kinds of guns that, before his superheroing career started, he had figured only really existed in virtual worlds, not the real one.

And here and there, the image of a man with the same uniform and the same helmet as himself, but clearly older and taller.

It was that last one that plowed into a yellow who'd been moving in behind Dipper, taking him on a wild loop-the-loop until he crashed into a red and they both went careening away.

"Watch your six," Sam said brightly. "Actually, I probably should've said that first and then knocked him over, huh?"

[captainbuzzkill]

"I'm fine with the hitting first and then talking," Dipper admitted, grinning, causing his Time Baby construct to zap another yellow with green energy from its eyes. "That whole quipping first and then punching thing in comics never made any sense to me. It always seemed like something that would get interru--"

A yellow figure slammed into Dipper hard and it wasn't a construct. It was someone that had built up speed while flying and zeroed in on him, streaking in so fast he was a blur. Dipper and his attacker went careening off through the debris field and crashed through a wall of the damaged section of the mining ship.

Before Dipper even had a chance to react, he was thrown under a still-functioning rock crusher that was capable of smashing meteor rock. He screamed and tossed up a combination construct and teke shield only just in time. It started as a half-sphere and then morphed into a shape he had more confidence in. When Sam got there, he'd find Dipper trying to escape a massive rock crusher with a huge construct of a girl that looked a lot like Dipper did, one that was pushing the weight up with Herculean strength.

Poised right nearby, about to attack him again to disrupt his concentration was a beaked Xudarian yellow Lantern.

Re: GENERAL FIGHTING

[kingtyrantranger]

Jason hadn't had a chance to really cut loose in a while. There was training, and then there was fighting. In all his months at the Legion, he hadn't had a chance to actually fight. Just do damage control and disaster relief. And fighting evil space aliens was something he was good at.

When the fight first started, he had thrown himself into it. His constructs could hardly be called that, he favored simple structures. A blob of energy there, a tight beam there, a bubble shield around him to deflect yellow daggers... His ring had told him that actually imagining constructs would make them stronger, but Jason found that pumping enough power into them worked just fine.

The main problem he was having was the sheer numbers. He'd taken down one of the Reds, as awkward as fighting that color was, only to be swarmed by two Sinestro Corps-types. With his ring telling him the critical areas, he'd thought it would be easy, but they'd nearly pinned him down with nightmarish constructs before he'd managed to knock an ugly green zombie-looking dude out with a rather vicious kick to the head. It said something that, armed with the greatest weapon in the universe, Jason was still delivering a boot to the head.

Unfortunately, this leaving him struggling with a humanoid alligator that had tried to chomp down on his head, only to get a mouth full of Jason's arm instead. Even with the aura surrounding him, he could feel the teeth digging into his arm as something tried to cut into him on the inside. He'd broken his toes with a poorly performed kick once as a kid, and that didn't even equal up to the amount of pain he was in right now. As he planted a foot on Snaptrap's neck and pushed, the alien's teeth dug furrows into his arm, shredding his uniform. The blood that his ring's aura didn't contain streamed off into space, boiling rapidly before exploding into clouds of red ice crystals.

Unfortunately, finally winning this fight wasn't exactly in the cards. As he pulled back, gripping Snap Trap's tongue in his fist, he jerked violently, which was probably why the sniper's construct-bullet hit him in his already mangled bicep rather than take a headshot. Jason wasn't sure if he screamed or not, things went a little starry and red at the impact, but he didn't waste time trying to get some space between himself and his opponent. Unfortunately, Snap Trap wasn't quite willing to give him time to recover, focusing on limiting his movement so that the Sinestro Corps' resident sniper could pick off the temporary Lantern in front of him.

He could probably use a bit of help.

[got_gud]

The back of a massive green gauntlet slammed into Snap Trap's side, sending him flying off. He would probably recover quickly, but at least Jason would have some breathing room now.

"Let's not get in over our heads here, lad," Alexander called over from the center of a giant green construct of an armored figure.

Once he'd managed to figure out how to get his rings constructs to mimic his movements with ease, he'd decided to get a little more creative than just energy blasts and mimicing weapons he's used in the past.

"Don't let your guard down," he added, shifting back into a battle-ready stance, "Their marksman could be anywhere."

[kingtyrantranger]

"Thanks for the backup!" The relief in his voice was real. Jason had never had to deal with a long-ranged sniper before. If he did, he might have a clue on how to handle this. Using the rings to offset their images by a few feet. Throwing up a gel-like barrier that would help in figuring out the originating location. Ordering the ring to trace the trajectory. Something. However, this was all just too new to him and his power ring's AI wasn't advanced enough to offer solutions without being asked.

Billy or Trini could probably figure something out.

But with a lack of intelligence or quick-thinking smarts, the best he could do was throw up a thick bubble. They were surrounded by wreckage, but he couldn't space anything between them and the sniper until he knew where the guy was. Well. Second best thing. Not wanting Snap Trap to recover, he powered a battering ram that crushed the alligator-man against a hunk of metal, leaving enough of a dent that Jason was certain he wouldn't be getting up for a while.

"That's him at least. Do you know how to handle these guys?" Wait, wasn't this guy the medieval immortal dude? This might be a bad situation.

While he was focusing on that, six more shots came out in two tight groups, from a different angle than before. Two hit Jason's protective bubble, one cracking and the other shattering it entirely, but thankfully deflecting it enough that it didn't do more than graze his helmet. Four were coming in at chest-level on Alexander's construct in a tight diamond grouping. The ultimate target were his eyes.

Re: GENERAL FIGHTING

[leverageintceo]

[OOC: open if someone wants to provide a distraction by engaging the Yellow]


Hal was right -- there wasn't a lot Parker could do on her own as a Blue Lantern. And with their enemies primarily making use of technology-based super powers rather than inherent superpowers, her ability to make powers stop working wasn't really useful. She hung back from the fight, covering the Green Lanterns covering the evacuating crew in case they needed a power-boost and watched the combatants through the mask of worry on her face.

Unfortunately, watching the combatants meant that she didn't seem to be watching the debris, which bonked into her, sending her tumbling clumsily out into the fray, bouncing back and forth off of other pieces of debris like an incredibly awkward black-and-blue pinball.

Re: GENERAL FIGHTING

[wieldtherainbow]

A lone, vulnerable blue struck Feena Sik as an excellent target. The greens would have to conserve their power more without a sniveling member of their otherwise-useless supporter corps, and it might be interesting to find out exactly what shade of color this one bled.

She followed Parker into the debris field, painting a monstrous creature of tooth and claw as she waited for her to reappear again.

[ex_eraserhead411]

Simple geometric shapes worked best for Aizawa, who had simply decided it would be appropriate in battle. The more complex the device, the more limited any given attack could be. The application of a single shape to repel an attack or bind an opponent lent itself a great deal of room for him to conserve his stamina.

To boot, he used his abilities minimally.

One yellow ring user had distanced himself from a fight, looking to catch his breath in the middle of things. In the chaos, he managed to back off as he wasn't an immediate priority. Aizawa marked him from afar, watching from a scope he had crafted with his own ring. With minimal use of the ring's power, Aizawa strafed and flanked that one combatant, opening his eyes wide, just in case. If that ring user could detect presences, Aizawa had shut down that capability in an instant with his 'Erasure' quirk.

Whether the power was removed or not, the yellow lantern certainly hadn't noticed Aizawa until it was too late. His head reeled back as a glowing purple length of ribbon closed around his throat and a knee shoved into his back. Mercilessly, Aizawa cut off his air until he dropped to the ground.

For good measure, Aizawa struck him in the back of the neck to deepen his nap. So, he continued. He wasn't the sort of man to kill, nor was he the sort to linger in the spotlight. Aizawa fled, looking to continue watching from afar and picking off stragglers where he could see them.

HARD MODE

[cocktimusprime]

Superboy Prime had found himself depowered upon being pulled through the rift to this place. Even with the technological suit the Sinestro Corps had given him feeding him yellow sunlight energy, for some reason he was still weaker, as if passing through the rift had changed him somehow.

Well, no matter. He was still probably stronger than everyone else! All he had to do was help the yellows, and after they trashed this universe, they'd go back and he'd have his chance to kill the Anti-Monitor -- a chance to finally get his revenge for the Anti-Monitor destroying his own universe and everyone he loved.

"Are you actually supposed to be the Legion? You're not the real Legion. You don't even have the founding three members! You're just a joke. And you're in my way."

[headinjuries]

The nice thing about loud, mouthy people on the battlefield was that it was always easy to keep track of where they were.

Superboy Prime's path of asskicking was an easy one to follow, punctuated as it was by an equal amount of complaining. And the amount of trouble he was causing was enough to keep Sam's attention once he had it. It was just common sense - take out the biggest threat first, before he could cause too much damage, right?

So when he managed to disentangle himself from the fight du jour, Sam took off at top speed, boosting his flight ring's acceleration with a blast of the Nova Force, aiming to plow straight into Superboy.

"If we kick your butt, will you shut up already?"

[cocktimusprime]

Prime's eyes went wide.

"Nova?"

DC Comics weren't the only comics he'd read. Back home, he'd had boxes and boxes and boxes of comics in his parents' basement, all packed up in mylar. DC was always his preference because of how bright and idealistic the comics were, but sometimes he read Marvel. Not the depressing stuff like X-Men, but the things that were bright and hopeful.

A story about a normal high schooler -- just like him -- getting amazing powers was definitely one of his favorites from the Marvel side of things. How often did teenagers get superpowers and get to be heroes all on their own instead of being sidekicks? Spider-Man was one of them but Spider-Man had gotten all angsty after Gwen Stacy died and spent all the time being neurotic.

Nova was was like Spider-Man except even less special. He wasn't smart enough to create his own web shooters. He was a nobody, just like Prime had been. Except he still did amazing things. He was still a hero that always saved the day. Maybe his story was a lot like Green Lantern's but it was cooler because he was just a teenager, and look what'd happened to Green Lantern anyway? He'd eventually gone evil.

Prime quickly moved out of the way with superspeed, making it so Nova overshot, and turned around to face him, not wanting to fight him yet, zipping from one place to the next with blurred speed so it'd be impossible for Sam to fire at him or charge him easily.

"No no no, listen, I read about you. I don't know how but my world had comic books that had stories that matched the lives of superheroes in other worlds. I know you. You don't understand!" he said. "I was supposed to be just like you. I was supposed to be a hero! Then all the heroes made me hurt them. It's their own fault. They made me like them."

Hold on, why did Nova look different?

"Wait. How come you're so short? And how come your helmet's blue?" An outraged expression came over his face, and his eyes burned red with rage. "It happened in your world, too, didn't it? Everything went wrong. You're not the real Nova!"

Heatvision arced out and swept around as he tried to tag Sam with it.

[sofresh]

Kon couldn't care less about the shit-talking, really. He was already having a bit of an identity crisis without having to worry about whether or not his Legion status was legit. (Although, it apparently was kind of legit, in a way, so screw you, Superboy-Prime.) No, what really got him was the guy's face. He had never met this guy before, but he definitely knew that face.

He pulled down his sunglasses to get an unobstructed look at him.

"Hey, wait a sec. Do I know you?"

Maybe not the best time for a question like that, but, you know, that was how the Superboy of New Earth did things.

You said you wanted a rescue, so let me know if this is okay?

[cocktimusprime]

"YOU!"

Prime blasted at him with yellow ring energy, a powerful barrage fueled by his rage. Blast after blast was fired Kon's way, and Prime moved closer with each one. After he battered him down, he wanted to strangle the life out of him with his own hands.

"Everything went wrong because of you. If you'd just accepted I was the better Superboy, that fight never would've happened! I never would've had to kill those Titans! You're a fake! An imitation!"

He grinned a wicked grin, eyes glowing red.

"I don't know how you're alive and how you're this young again, but I'm glad you are! Now I can kill you all over again!"

ENDGAME

[wieldtherainbow]

The reds and yellows were driven back, temporarily defeated, but not without causing some casualities.

[captainbuzzkill]

At this point, Dipper had successfully established himself as an absolute terror on the battlefield. Not only was he using Gravity Falls constructs, but he started getting creative and merging them together into new monstrosities.

Extra legs and torsos on the arachnimorphs so that they were the spider equivalent of the Multi-bear. The tentacles and lamprey-like mouth of the Cycloptopus replacing the faces of the manotaurs. A pterodactyl with the head of the Gobblewonker.

The yellows were basically all claws and teeth, but Dipper wasn't cowed by it and he'd seen that enough before to make it his own.

"Do the claws bother you?" he crowed while a yellow screamed as it was menaced by the shapeshifter. "Wow, I'd think the claws wouldn't bother you since you have claws, too."

While the yellows were used to their fellow toothy, clawed comrades, they weren't used to seeing terrifying things thrown at them by Green Lanterns, let alone by an extremely enthusiastic child who was apparently delighting in tormenting them. It was just creepy enough that they were starting to actually fear him. After all, other than the Children of the White Lobe, it wasn't exactly as if there were any children among them -- and even most of the yellows found the Children of the White Lobe eerie. There were also usually no children allied with their enemies, because the green, blue, violet, and indigo Lanterns usually recruited people that were older.

Dipper had a multiversal constant working in his favor: kids that were delighted about monsters were just plain creepy.

[ringslinging]

It wasn't hard to find Dipper, even on the chaos of the battlefield, Hal had discovered.

Just follow the trail of creepy stuff.

He was going a little overboard, maybe. On the other hand, God knew Hal loved a good fight as much as the next guy. Right or wrong, sometimes it was incredibly satisfying to deal with a foe you could just punch in the face without complications.

So maybe he shouldn't really judge, but he still wanted to check in.

"How's your power level looking?" Because he knew damned well that Dipper didn't respond well to anything that came across as babysitting, but checking on his ring's charge was a perfectly legitimate questions for someone who hadn't fought with one long enough to have an idea of how much power they were burning.

[headinjuries]

The reds might be retreating, but back was the last place on Sam's mind.

(To be fair, there wasn't really much on Sam's mind at all, at this point.)

He was on the back end of the retreat, still trying to tear things up even as they were pushed back - and he was indiscriminate, unleashing a torrent of flaming blood on greens and their allies and retreating yellows alike. He wasn't terribly precise, as frenzied as he was, and most of his targets were just clipped; they'd be taking some injuries with them, but weren't beyond help.

Most, anyway.

[iamresponding]

"SAM!"

After Dipper escaped his horrible encounter with the yellow and watched Sam fly off as a red, he'd gone right to Kid Q, who had immediately put Rich on the task of trying to spot Sam. After the retreat started, that search had only grown more frantic. The yellows were leaving quickly, most of them vorping out instantly, but the reds were taking longer, their withdraw less orderly because of how mindless many of the members were.

It took Rich looking for the helmet. Even when it was the wrong color, it was the most distinct shape to pick out of a crowd.

And he was lucky enough to get him when he was mostly alone. The trail of injured yellows couldn't put up a fight, they were hurt too badly. The greens and other Lanterns were taking care of each other, getting each other out of the fight to get help.

"Sam, don't do this," Rich said softly, holding out his hand slowly. It felt like one of the yellows, with all their teeth and nasty claws, was trying to claw out his heart. "You can't go with them. That's not where you're supposed to be. You're Legion, Sam."

He held up the hand with the Legion ring.

"See? See, you still have one of these. Remember this? You had this ring first."