legionmissions | IN BRIGHTEST DAY - Mod Plot [LOG POST | 2

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!"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh. It all made sense now. It was his face. That was why it looked familiar.

Honestly, an attack wouldn't have surprised him. That was what they were here for, to fight. But the intense amount of anger, clearly directed at him, not just because he was a member of the Legion or a Lantern or anything like that, but just because he was... himself? That part was more than a little unexpected. He'd never experienced that kind of hatred before—not toward anyone, let alone himself.

He'd practiced with the ring, of course, but he was hardly an expert, and he was definitely caught off-guard. Not afraid, just surprised. The first thing that came to mind was a wall, because he suddenly felt like he needed to distance himself from that anger as fast as he possibly could.

"Wait. Are you telling me—" he started behind a green wall of brick, but between being startled (and probably the yellow—he wasn't thinking too hard about the logistics at the moment), it wasn't holding up terribly well. Or at all. He was going to need another plan. "—I've got a nemesis? And it's me?"

What the hell. This was totally cheap.

(Also not the most appropriate commentary, but he was quickly realizing that he maybe wasn't in the best position right now. But he wasn't going to just give up, either.)

"I'm nothing like you. You're clone trash -- just a cheap copy! I'm Clark Kent. I was the real Superboy! I was Superboy before you!"

Prime punched the green construct wall with enough force to shatter steel.

"At first, I just wanted to take your place, but now I'm going to take his. After your Superman is out of the way, after I get rid him for good, I'll be the real Superman -- a better Superman!"

When the wall was weakened, he blasted it with his heatvision.

"But I'm starting with you first!"

"Yeah, well, I've never even heard of you. How do I know you aren't the fake?"

To be fair, there were a lot of things he'd never heard of before. That was probably why a lot of the things this 'Superboy' was saying weren't making a whole lot of sense. Kon didn't doubt that he was who he said he was—that face, those powers? Definitely Superboy. But it didn't matter if he understood the situation or not. When someone started off a conversation with, 'You're clone trash,' and 'I can kill you all over again,' context didn't matter because that guy was totally a dick.

The impact against the wall pushed him backward, but he just went with it. If he could 'touch' him somehow, he could probably do something about that armor of his, but there was no way he could get that close right now. He needed distance.

"But if you wanna be Superman so bad, you're gonna have to earn it."

And what better way than with a Doomsday-shaped construct? Since he was no longer invulnerable, he couldn't get close enough to punch him, but Doomsday sure could, and that was exactly what Kon had him do.

"You must just be from an earlier time. I haven't had the chance to kill you. Yet."

Prime and the Doomsday construct clashed together in what would have been a thunderous clap of sound if they'd been somewhere with atmosphere. It would've undoubtedly broken some windows and maybe some eardrums. But while Prime wasn't the brightest bulb in the drawer he was very determined to get to Kon, so after that first punch he flew backwards, making it so the construct had to charge again, then grabbed its arm, twirled at superspeed, and threw the construct into a chunk of debris from the mining ship.

"Your Superman tried to tell me the same thing. About earning it. He tried to tell me being a hero was about action."

Then he flew at Kon, using the yellow ring to create the construct of a plow, planning on just plowing anymore constructs Kon made out of the way.

"Like he had any right! Wonder Woman killed someone. The Justice League brainwashed villains! What about their actions? The heroes of your world made me like them and somehow I'm the bad guy and they're not!"

"I can tell you right now what the difference there is."

A gigantic green slingshot superimposed itself between Prime and Kon; as long as Hal could keep it up through that initial hit, it was big enough to propel Prime backwards.

"Responsibility. Owning your actions, not blaming the next guy over for what you did. There's not a one of us who hasn't screwed up a few times along the line, but Clark, Diana - they know that their decisions are theirs. Nobody else's."

The sudden appearance of a construct, regardless of color, was enough to prompt Kon to move back, but he couldn't help feeling somewhat relieved when he realized it had come from a particularly familiar Lantern.

One who also, perhaps unsurprisingly, had a better idea of who he was dealing with than Kon did.

"Took the words right outta my mouth." Except... you know, not, because he really had no idea what this other Superboy was talking about. "You're a pal, GL. Somethin' tells me this guy ain't too fond of me. I think he might be jealous."

Prime was flung back by the slingshot and crashed into a large piece of debris from the ship. He ripped through the metal like it was paper as he climbed out of it.

"I'm not jealous of you. You're nothing. I'd say that you fooled yourself into thinking you're worthy of being Superboy but the truth is worse -- you fooled yourself into thinking you're a real boy."

Now that Green Lantern had joined the fight, Prime actually had to rely more on his ring, knowing that a direct fight would be hard for him with someone that knew how to fight at a distance. He created a construct of a massive whale with sharp teeth and had it bear down on them both, crashing through the air like it was swimming through the ocean.

"Well, guess, what, Pinocchio? You're wrong."

A huge construct of a harpoon materialized into the space by the whale, zipping forward to strike.

"Captain Ahab, can we get a clean-up on aisle seven?"

"Sure, long as we can wipe the floor with his— er, our... face."

That wasn't intentional. ...or maybe it was. Who knows. But really, he'd never wished he'd had his powers more than right now, because he really wanted to knock this guy's teeth out.

But since he couldn't do that, he might as well continue with the theme, creating a great white shark to send after Prime instead.

"I might not be the real thing, but I've got plenty of other things over you. I've definitely got better style."

That just made Prime let out a loud, slightly-hysterical scream -- which was a definite plus. Between the harpoon and Prime getting frustrated with Kon, the whale construct broke into pieces.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about -- you're even worse at this age. You don't understand what a Superboy is supposed to --"

The shark hit Prime head on... and in the process of shaking him, actually broke part of his suit.

He blasted through the shark with heatvision and then looked at the broken part of his suit with wide eyes.

"This isn't over."

But for now he needed to retreat to try to fix it. (Not that he'd manage to). He was afraid to lose his advantage. With a burst of superspeed, he was gone.

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

Perfect! Let's see if we can't do another tag or two, then I'll call for reinforcements! :d

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject