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The Legion [Mods] ([personal profile] letsgolegion) wrote in [community profile] legionmissions2016-08-20 03:31 am

Tinker, Tailor, Hero, Spy [Modplot/IC Post] [Part 1]

Who| Open to All, though please see the OOC post as there are rules and signups for some things
What| The Second Galaxy agrees to sign up to join the United Planets, an ambush ensues
Where| Talok IV, The Circle of the Burning Sands, in the town of Grevozent
When| Some time after Unification Week
Warnings/Notes| Players should expect character injuries. The Fatal Five are deadly and have intel against them!

TINKER, TAILOR, HERO, SPY - AMBUSH [PART ONE]


The small, desert town of Grevozent would perhaps seem an odd place to have an important accord if one doesn't know the history of it. Grevozent houses the Circle of the Burning Sands, an important tribal meeting place for the people of the planet Talok IV. As members of the UP that are trying to both participate in UP politics and maintain their ancient ways of life, the Talokians have extended the honor of using the Circle to both the UP delegation and the leadership of the Second Galaxy. Today is a good day for the accords. During Talok's winter season, the desert cools down to a balmy 80 degrees Fahrenheit.

Once a historic battleground, the Circle of the Burning sands houses a circular dent in the desert stone where crowds can gather, with a large circular meeting platform in the middle. Around the Circle are the ruins of many battles, with junk that ranges from broken hover-drives to ancient spears. This small field of junk extends right up to the edge of town, which circles the meeting place, and where the large crowd has pushed into. Instead of being considered ugly, the Talokians regard the battle ruins as beautiful, mostly due to their advanced age -- it has been a very long time since the Talokian tribes have warred against each other, largely because of the tribal accords and treaties agreed to in this ancient meeting place.

It's a historic day for both the United Planets and the people of the Second Galaxy. Even achieving consistent contact with each other, when both galaxies are so far apart, was a tremendous feat all its own. The Legion has been formally invited to the event by both parties. The United Planets credits the Legion for making contact and starting positive political relations with the Second Galaxy, and the beings of the Second Galaxy credit the Legion with saving them from the Legion's own insane, tyrannical teammate Element Lad (also known as the Progenitor) and for providing them with new paths to wander via the threshold gates. Even despite many of the Legionnaires present having no part in that, they're clearly welcome here, with citizens of both the UP and the Second Galaxy clearly showing them warmth whenever they see their "L" insignias.

While some Legionnaires or guests of the Legion are here as a civilians just watching the historic event, some were ordered here by Kid Quantum, juuuust in case the Science Police garrison in charge of security has some problems. The UP refused to let the Legion take total control of security, but there's no reason they can't stick around when they were invited, right? As such, Kid Q recommended they attend in uniform (for those that have one), just in case they need to get their hands dirty. Several of the Legionnaires native to the universe have also come and are standing near the two delegations.

Those that are just attending to watch have been cautioned to evac in the case of a crisis, but as an attack hits the area, they'll find that they can't escape -- no one can. A device is activated that suddenly cuts off all threshold traffic and comms communication for miles.

It's right after the accords are signed that the Fatal Five all explode onto the scene with an illegal teleporter: Tharok the deadly, genius cyborg; Mano with his matter-destroying hand; Validus, the mindless behemoth with mind lightning; the Persuader, armed with his atomic axe; and the Emerald Empress and the Eye of Ekron, a deadly assassin bonded with a sentient magical artifact. They appear on the massive podium stone at the center of the circle in a flash of blinding light and smoke, and all the delighted cheers turn to screams as the crowd recognizes who they are.

Their initial attack on the two delegations, one aiming to kill the Kwai Elder Enkemet and UP President Winema Wazzo, is blocked by Brainiac 5's shields, allowing the two delegations to start to retreat. But then the tides suddenly turn and it's made clear that the delegations and politicians aren't the only target -- or even the main target. Tharok transforms his robotic arm into a ray that blasts at Brainiac. The ray penetrates his shields and the implants on his face visibly spark and burn out. Letting out a pained cry, he falls down on the stone stage, staring blankly at nothing and muttering impossible math. Kid Quantum is stopped next, as the Emerald Empress throws a strange disc that impacts with one of her quantum bursts. It results in a her being stuck in a localized field of time repeating over and over. Each time she cries out, "Umbra, get Brainy out of here, then get the others to--" and then attacks. Then the loop starts over again.

Several other native Legionnaires are defeated in similar ways, each method tailored specifically towards their weaknesses, and then Umbra briefly enshrouds them all in shadow to teleport them out of the line of fire. Her voice sounds out over the crowd a moment later, loud enough for all of them to hear even over the terrified screams and the blaster blasts of the Science Police. She sounds extremely aggravated, but this is her homeworld and the Circle of Burning Shadows is a sacred place -- one the shadow champion of Talok IV is meant to protect with their life. She can be seen fighting hand to hand with the Emerald Empress, slipping in and out of her shadows.

"Legionnaires!" Umbra cries out. "All comms and the threshold gates are down and the imbeciles in charge of security are running around like cheloks with their heads cut off. We need to take control of the situation. We must protect the crowd and the delegation but the Fatal Five seem to mostly be targeting us. They seem to have ways to directly counter our -- AAAUGH!"

She's surprised by the appearance of copies of the Fatal Five. Green constructs created by the Emerald Eye of Ekron, imitations of the Fatal Five possessing all their powers and abilities, suddenly appear all throughout the crowd -- and they and the Fatal Five suddenly zero in on the Legionnaires. A construct of Validus striking Umbra in the back of the head by surprise takes her down.

"We're coming for you, Legion!" cackles the Emerald Empress. "And now we know exactly how to defeat you. New or old, we'll make every one of you regret putting on those rings -- for what little time you have left, that is!"

[ooc: Please read the ooc post and do the proper signups before commenting the finale threads when they're up.]
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[personal profile] captainbuzzkill 2016-08-22 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
The only reason Dipper had gone to the convocation was because it was a historic day in United Planets history -- and that meant it was like something out of Space Traipsers. It was only for the cool factor of it being like something from a sci fi show that had Dipper braving the sea of people to watch it. And even that almost wasn't enough to keep him there, because the crowd made him twitchy.

Dipper was a lot better than before, thanks to his telepathic treatments, but he still had some anxiety when he was in groups of people. Either he occasionally flashed to being surrounded by yellows as they beat him down during training, jeering and taunting him, or he worried that he'd have the random urge to hurt them. What if the telepaths were wrong about him being sane enough to be out and about? What if his brain relapsed and he went all crazycakes again and attacked someone innocent? The only way to prove he was mostly recovered was to test it by actually going out into the world again but that still wasn't easy.

And naturally, things got harder. Explosions shook the meeting grounds and knocked over tables. Through the crowd, he saw the supervillains appear on stage, heard everything go all to heck.

He could've run. He knew he was supposed to, as someone that wasn't part of the official guard team. But he was relatively with it and the Legionnaires from this universe were already down and out. That meant the situation was bad. Like...beating the bad guys was maybe impossible bad.

But that was what being a hero was, right? Fighting back even if things seemed impossible. That's what Great Uncle Ford had told him once.

"Let's see, I can escape oooor take out all my frustration towards the last bad guys on the new bad guys," Dipper said, holding up both hands as if weighing both options. Then he made his decision. "Unhealthy projecting it is."

Powering up his teke shields, he floated up above the crowd to look out for bad guys to pummel or teammates or civilians that needed help.
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[personal profile] legionnpcs 2016-08-22 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, if it isn't the rotten little boy with the rotten little heart," said the Emerald Empress, suddenly looming up and kicking him in the solar plexus so that he fell backwards, knocking some chairs over. She started kicking and slashing at him with her knives, so quickly that he barely had time to think, to concentrate on shielding himself properly. The best he'd be able to do was keep scrabbling backwards, trying to stay away from her knives and feet. "The Yellow Lantern, the one who made the monsters afraid. What a wicked little thing -- it seems like almost a waste to kill you. A power-hungry little monster like you would fit in well with a group of villains like the Fatal Five. Perhaps we could become the Sinister Six."
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[personal profile] captainbuzzkill 2016-08-22 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I -- how do you even know all that?" he wheezed out, breathless from the kick, eyes wide.

It wasn't like the whole Yellow Lantern thing had happened where lots of people could see. Even in the fight on Winath, most of the civilians had cleared out or had been clearing out. And the staff in the Medbay said his whole...thing would be kept fairly private.
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[personal profile] legionnpcs 2016-08-22 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"It doesn't matter. All that really matters is that I know the chink in your armor, little boy. Maybe if you'd embraced your desire to bend others to your will instead of letting it go, you'd have had a chance against me, but you're pitiful. You gave all that up. And if you're distracted, or scared, you can't use your telekinesis to shield yourself, can you?"

She elbowed Dipper in the face and he went sprawling against the wall, nose bleeding, backed against it where he couldn't run anymore.
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[personal profile] captainbuzzkill 2016-08-22 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
It was happening again. Someone trying to hurt him, trying to kick him around, trying to make him feel powerless. With Bill, he'd ultimately buried all that fear and anxiety away and tried to forget it. He'd tried to pretend he'd never felt it, that he hadn't carried any damage from Weirdmageddon and all the bad things that'd happened with him. Then with the yellows, he'd gone overkill, he'd gone beyond letting himself get angry and into enjoying cruelty and causing fear -- so much that they'd caught him and artificially twisted his mind to make him as horrible as them.

This time it could be different, though. He didn't have to bury the fear and he didn't have to act all crazy aggro, either. It was okay to be afraid. It was okay to be angry. It was okay to stop pretending that everything was okay -- but he didn't have to go so far into the other direction that he got lost again, either.

The Empress didn't notice that his teke-aura started to grow brighter again.
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[personal profile] legionnpcs 2016-08-22 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Your fear makes you weak." With that, she moved to stab him, felt resistance as she thrust the blade into his torso up towards his heart -- but she stopped grinning as she noticed that she hadn't actually stabbed him, that the resistance she'd felt was her blade getting bent and blunted by his telekinesis. She let out a cry of rage and tried to stab him with the other knife, but that blade got bent and blunted, too. "Making you afraid was supposed to --"
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[personal profile] captainbuzzkill 2016-08-22 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Make my telekinesis dim? That's not because of the fear itself -- that's because every time I felt it, I tried to pretend I didn't feel anything." His eyes glowed blue as he blasted her away from him with a wave of blue teke. He started to float in the air and the detritus and wrecked furniture around him started to float in the air and whiz around him in a circle, faster and faster. "I thought I had to control my emotions to control this power, clamp down on them and make them go away, but maybe I was wrong to try."

Maybe he needed to take a page from his sister's book and stop trying to be the super stoic, hyper-capable, super-smart person he thought heroes were supposed to be. Maybe he was supposed to let it all hang out and be sad when he was sad, and angry when he was angry, and scared when he was scared. He'd originally looked at his power as being attached to emotion, ruined by it, made uncontrollable by it, but what if it was more that it ran on it? What if he was making himself weaker by stuffing all his feelings away? What if real control wasn't trying to repress them, and instead was letting himself feel them without letting his feelings run away with him?

The debris started to rotate around him so fast that it blurred. She tried to throw throwing knives at him but they were knocked away by the debris every time.

"You don't get to hurt me! Nobody gets to do that anymore," Dipper said, and a tear trickled down his face, but his determined expression didn't change. "Bill Cipher thought he could get away with it, and the yellows thought they could, and you thought you could, too, but guess what? All three of you? Were wrong--" He hit her with a chair.

"--wrong --" a whole table.

"--wrong." He smacked her so hard with his teke that she flew off and audibly slammed into something. It didn't make him feel better about anything.

And that was okay.

Instead of worrying too much about it or the tears on his face, he looked around to see if any of his teammates or any innocent people needed help.

[personal profile] ex_eraserhead411 2016-08-22 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Eraserhead had recovered from the battle between Lanterns on his own, albeit with a bit of stress. He shaved for the event, presenting himself in his formal uniform as a Legionnaire. It wasn't exactly his favorite habit--grooming. Hands set behind his back, he had watched the crowd and the delegates from afar. Aizawa wasn't a hero suited for direct confrontation when it came to missions. He was better suited for intelligence gathering and taking down lone targets. He was watching the crowd, remaining on guard for the entire event. Mucking through the crowd allowed him to get up close and personal with a number of people to check and see if anyone would be making any swift movements to the podium.

With the explosive burst on stage, his head whipped around to find that checking the crowd had been a moot point. The stage lit up between the clash between light and Brainiac 5's shields. Aizawa took off. The first task he set to was to make sure civilians could be ushered away but even that seemed to be a poor decision on his part. The crowd wasn't being attacked directly. Legionnaires were being brought down, one by one. Even before Umbra's announcement, he could tell what was happening. He narrowly ducked, pressing forward past the people he had ushered to exits. Once the crowd loosened up, he threw on his slotted goggles. Without announcing himself, Aizawa ducked as he snuck around to flank one of the constructs. He focused his 'Erasure' quirk, looking to erase its powers and grant a few Legionnaires reprieve from being attacked.

For the moment, he had to keep out of direct sight.
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-08-22 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Pidge is skilled enough with her Bayard to take an individual construct down with ease and practiced enough with invisibility to sneak through a crowd.

It's only too bad she's surrounded by seven. She'd planned to take out one, vanish and then escape straight up with her flight ring while the other four went for the gap in the circle. Great plan...except for the fact that they saw through it almost immediately. When a construct of Validus grabbed her ankle and yanked her to the ground, she was again visible for the whole world and a sitting duck for the rest of them, who could attack her far more quickly then she could pick herself up off the ground.
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-08-23 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Wash had been spending most of the event itself keeping an eye on the goings-on and idly adjusting the programming in his HUD. At the moment, Legionnaires and Science Police are all marked as friendly, and diplomats and attendees are all marked as civilian. It's a little busy, but it's a good test and a way to keep paranoia at bay. He'd been told to keep watch just in case, which, in his experience, meant that a catastrophe was imminent and he needed to be prepared.

But this wasn't his dimension. There was no guarantee that things would work the same here - constantly running on some cosmic version of Murphy's Law, at least as far as he was concerned - as they did back home. Still, while his guns are loaded with stun ammunition and he has his baton maglocked to his thigh, he's also snuck in his combat knife, sheathed and in his soft storage, just in case. Because the paranoia never shuts up.

Of course, his paranoia gets a nice opportunity to scream I TOLD YOU SO, because things absolutely never go right around him. He snaps into action, reaching for the Science Police officer nearest to him. "Leave the fighting to the Legion - they're going after us anyway. Focus on getting civilians to safety." He speaks in a hard tone that conveys he expects to be obeyed and obeyed now. That imparted, and without sparing a second glance to the officer - hopefully that took, because he can't look back now - he draws his knife and throws himself into the fray.
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-08-23 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
Wash has been in some rough situations before, but this one is pretty far up there on the list. He doesn't have the sheer offensive power to take out any of the Five head on, and so he's been focusing on getting civilians to safety as best he can. Unfortunately, that doesn't negate the fact that the Five and their green clones are still focused on him, and he's found himself, knife in hand, with his back to the dozen people he's been trying to herd towards whatever counts as safety in this sort of situation - intact buildings as far away from the fighting as he can manage - and facing a construct of Mano out for his blood. The smart thing would be to cut and run, take cover in the debris and try to come up with some sort of strategy, because he is not equipped to take on Mano - or a bundle of green energy pretending to be Mano, semantics - in a head to head fight. He doesn't have that kind of power and he knows it.

But there are members of one of the delegates in the group behind him. There's a family. There are kids. And there is no guarantee that the construct will follow Wash if he leaves - it might just turn on the civilians that he'd be leaving defenseless and kill them all before pursuing him. Leaving is not an option, which means dying definitely is.

But he's fought ugly things and lived. He fought Locus. He fought Covenant. He fought the Meta. He's lived through impossible odds before, and he's going to make for damn certain this is another one of those times.

Somehow.

A flicker of movement up high in the corner of his vision catches his eye; a split second later, his HUD marks it as friendly. It's Dipper, he realizes suddenly. He'd known about the kid's powers, but holy shit-

He flips on voice amplification in his radio and calls for him. "Dipper, I need cover!"
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[personal profile] jonesiseverywhere 2016-08-23 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Legionaries fighting with powers isn't unusual, but they don't typically use hockey sticks to whack them around, which is at least allowing Casey a wide berth. For some reason, the civilians are avoiding him in their panic leaving him free to throw energy bombs around.

After meeting all the aliens he had on his trip through the cosmos the thought was kind of cool: That all these planets and species would come together for something besides black market smuggling and gladiator arenas. But of course there was an attack and of course they needed guys to protect the peace, like always. That's what heroes are for.

Still so cool!

...Until a construct takes a swing at him, missing his head but snapping his hockey stick in two. It's why he carries more than one, but he doesn't have enough time to get it out before he's grabbed and tossed to the side.
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[personal profile] justicecrusader 2016-08-23 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Most rational people would see a situation like this, and take it for the serious ordeal that it was. After all, with the threshold gates closed, communications down, and reinforcements nonexistent, this wasn't exactly the best of circumstances. Civilians were panicking, science officers and legionnaires were struggling, and the numbers were severely stacked against them.

And yet, even with all the different ways this whole scene could go further south... Reinhardt grinned. His excitement absolutely palpable, as he took another rocket hammer swing at one of the green constructs, and watched it shatter to pieces.

"BRING ME ANOTHER!"

His words, filtered through the helmet, were absolutely meant to be a challenge. The older man facing more of the constructs, looking ready to fight... before he immediately turned away from them, and rocket charged in the opposite direction. Even if he was thrilled to fight, he was also still aware that there were too many civilians around. And with the constructs targeting legionnaires anyway... well, he'd always been good at making sure the enemy was paying attention to him, and only him. Why stop now?

"WHAT'S WRONG, YOU COWARDS? CAN'T KEEP UP WITH AN OLD MAN?"

He could hold out until back-up arrived. All he needed to do was make sure they were on him, and no one else. Besides, that gave him more time to wail on them, and make sure they were all gathered on one spot. It was a win-win situation, as far as the old man with the powerful melee weapon was concerned.
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[personal profile] gildedgeneral 2016-08-23 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
A seemingly hopeless battle, against an overwhelming force--this was familiar. Kozmotis can't spread himself too far, but any of the constructs that come within his reach are fair game.

And with his great scythe, he has quite a lot of reach.

He finds himself backed towards a fellow Legionnaire, one that he hasn't met as of yet, but judging from his enthusiastic challenges, he's a good man to have at one's back in a fight, so the general truly doesn't mind.

A wide sweep of his weapon scatters the constructs before him, clearing the way for Kozmotis to join the circle cleared around the other warrior.

"Perhaps the odds will be evened with two old men, eh?"
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[personal profile] wherenoonegoes 2016-08-24 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
Two constructs, both copies of the Persuader, charge at Wash, bringing their Atomic Axes up to chop him in twain.

Then, there's a sharp whistling noise above. In another time, another place, this noise would be accompanied by near instantaneous panic and screaming. The second construct, not being from either, only realizes something is wrong when he is suddenly engulfed by a ball of blue-purple flame, precisely aimed so that Wash doesn't get caught in the crossfire.

Night Furies never miss.
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[personal profile] prettycoolguy 2016-08-24 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
The Chief's instincts about all this mirrored Wash's pretty well, mostly because the Chief is just not any good at relaxing ever. He's also happiest in his armor anyway, and was a natural pick for the group instructed to be on guard.

When all hell breaks loose, he's immediately on the move. Even if he's not the strongest or most durable member of the Legion, he's still used to being one of the most formidable people in a room and he immediately guns straight for the Fatal Five. Let the more vulnerable members of the team focus on moving people. He's pretty quick and he can afford to draw heavy fire, he's always been good for that.

What he doesn't expect is for a construct of the Emerald Empress to spring on him, clapping something onto the breastplate of the MJOLNIR suit. It's a small round device that immediately flashes to life with electricity. The Chief's shields flare with bright gold sparks response, and he's suddenly locked in place as the construct leaps clear. All of the armor's systems flash warnings on his HUD, and he can't move.

He strains against the jammed armor, its reinforced joints shuddering with his effort, but he still can't shift it. His suit is locked down tight. Fuck.
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[personal profile] deafleppard 2016-08-25 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Open]

Gwen was glad that she'd kept herself on guard throughout the accords. It was pretty cool, in actuality. How often could she really see something like this happen right before her eyes? But it was because it was so important that she kept her eyes open, on the lookout for anything that seemed off.

And yep, there it was. Right there.

The moment where her concerns had all been validated.

They were pretty much on their own and at a disadvantage already. Cool.

Alright, well, this what the Legion did. Right? And she could start by beating up the green copies. Something about smelled wrong, though. Not as in literally but... The way those guys just took out Brainiac and the others...

How did they make it look so easy?


[Closed to Dipper]

The big angry thing, the one that wasn't actually a copy, had grabbed Gwen and thrown her straight into one of the stone walls. No big deal, right? She could take being slammed against a wall no problem. Except for the part where he was actually really freaking strong and the impact definitely knocked the wind out of her. Not only that but... that time he'd picked Gwen up and grabbed her by leg? Yeah, it turns out he also shattered her ankle. The pain was excruciating and she could not stand up at all. The impact against the wall sure didn't do her any favors, either. Without being able to stand, she would have no leverage on her punches, and kicking was out of the question. Her shooters still worked, but...

She needed to think of something, and fast.

Because big, strong and nasty was heading right towards her.
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[personal profile] ringslinging 2016-08-25 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Hal, on the other hand, had drawn the short straw for guard duty, which explained why he was letting himself be dragged into the general vicinity of politics, ew. He liked Enkemet well enough, from their meeting back with the delegation to the Second Galaxy, but there was a difference between a quiet one-on-one (or one-on-four, as it had been) versus hanging out in an ocean of people and listening to speeches and watching people sign things and not actually interacting with anyone at all.

Which wasn't to say the explosions were a relief, but hey, at least he hadn't been dragged out here for nothing.

He launched himself straight towards one of the myriad constructs - of Validus, specifically. "Green's not your color, buddy. Think I might have to take it back."

(Hal, running headfirst into trouble? What a shock.)
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[personal profile] deafleppard 2016-08-25 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Back-up ended up coming in the form of a drummer with no shortage of jokes and puns. By the time Gwen had arrived she was already breathing heavily. Even for copies, they were pretty tough to deal with. But the tried-and-true strategy of 'hit it enough time until it falls over' still worked pretty well. Well, it was more like... 'hit it enough time until it breaks apart' which was fine, too.

It was hard not to be drawn towards Reinhardt. The guy was impossible to miss and his voice carried pretty far, even in all this chaos.

"You know." She said, stopping by and beating up the rest of the copies.

"You really should consider taking up bowling." He already showed to be pretty good at it what with making himself into a ball and slamming into things.

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[personal profile] deafleppard 2016-08-25 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Gwen would fight through the copies as long as she'd be able to. They were outnumbered and cut off, but she still had a job to do. Everyone here was counting on them, and couldn't just... She wasn't about to let them down. The copies were tough but necesarilly durable. Hit them enough times and they would just fall apart on her. Which was fine for her. Hitting things over and over again until she got somewhere was kind of what she was good idea.

One of them in particular broke apart pretty easily, though.

No special powers or anything.

"Oh... huh. Well one that was easy."
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-08-25 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Wash has Chief marked on his HUD, because the guy who was instrumental in helping end the biggest war humanity has ever seen is probably a good person to keep an eye on in the battlefield. It's when that blip drops off his crowded motion trackers that Wash turns, surprised - why had Chief stopped moving? - only to see him frozen in place. Shit, he's seen that before-

The moment of distraction is enough for that same construct to toss a similar device at Wash. It lands on his armor and engages, and his armor stiffens against his will, and he's caught in fucking armor lock in the middle of a battlefield. Awesome. Wow.

But there's a way out - there's an override code, there has to be - Alpha knew it, so Epsilon knew it, so-

Turns out too much information can occasionally be a good thing. "Override code Alpha Echo Delta One Four Seven Zero Niner," he grinds out, because armor lock barely leaves room to breathe, let alone anything else, "password: Allison." His armor reacts with a jolt, overloading the device; it dies with a cough and a puff of smoke, and he tears it off his armor and drops it. He can breathe again; time to extend the favor to Chief.

He sprints across the short distance between them and reaches up, jamming his knife into the device on Chief's armor and attempting to pry it off. The same damn construct that caused the whole mess in the first place sees it as an opportunity and catches him in a hard shoulder tackle, bearing him to the ground. Fortunately, the hit supplies just enough extra force for Wash to pop the armor lock device off Chief's armor; unfortunately, Wash is now on the ground with a murderous construct on top of him. Not good.
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-08-26 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Fighting aliens with spaceships has taught Wash that noises from above that aren't immediately recognizable as friendly are probably a threat, and the whistling noises now are no exception. He does his best to disengage from both constructs and get away when one of said constructs goes up in extremely weird and sudden flames and shatters.

Okay, so the whistling is friendly. Good.

Wash doesn't spare the time to look up and instead surges towards the other construct, momentarily distracted by its twin's destruction, and plunges his knife into its neck. After a moment, it shatters, and Wash breathes a sigh of relief, glancing upwards to see-

A fucking dragon.

...okay! That sure is a thing that just saved his ass. It's also evidently a Legionnaire, as his HUD paints it as friendly.

A scream catches his attention, and he turns to see a small group of people his HUD marks as civilians with a half dozen constructs surrounding them and even more standing between him and the group. He turns on voice amplification on his radio, looks up - "Clear a path!" - and gestures to the group before charging towards the constructs that stand between him and the civilians. If his message got through, and if the dragon understands, this won't take long. If it doesn't...well, this is going to be one hell of a fight either way.
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[personal profile] justicecrusader 2016-08-26 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Reinhardt could wholeheartedly appreciate this strategy. After all, he too was a member of the hit-it-until-it-breaks school of combat. Granted, he was much more experienced than Gwen in that regard, given he was a decorated military soldier with ample time spend on the field...

But he liked the hitting-it-with-a-hammer-until-it-breaks approach.

"I have considered that!" Reinhardt yelled as he gripped his hammer, swinging it forward and launching a fire wave at the constructs. "But I cannot seem to find any bowling pins that don't break!" And just as he said that, the fire wave hit a construct. Melting it apart, and seemingly continuing unimpeded to melt more of them.

Finally, the mass of constructs became a little bigger than he could handle. And so, he brought his arm forward and activated his barrier field. "Behind the shield, friend!"
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