Achi appeared out of the air, asking, “Are you the ones who seek justice?"
If it weren't for years of experience, Cyborg might have jumped. "I guess that would be us, as rag-tag as we are," Cyborg wheezed, glancing around at the others. 
[i]A new Flash [b]and[/b] a new New Flash. I've had enough speedsters in my life already. A ghost girl, hopefully not as moody as Brand. A wizard from the looks of it (who else would wear that cloak?), and, is that––Lobo?![/i] No, he lacks the insane fire in his eyes. Man, this is the saddest bunch I've ever met.[/i]

Achieng squared her shoulders, and stepped forward with purpose. "I am Achieng, of clan Chima." Bowing her head and crossing her arms over her chest, fingers spread, she saluted.

"Clan Chima? Well from the looks of it, you're not from around here," Cyborg said bluntly.

"If I must say, Elder... From the looks of it, neither are you." Her voice was even, but her orange eyes looked steadily at Cyborg. "I traveled a long ways through dangerous territory to be here. If I do not pass muster already, I will go."

Cyborg felt the wrinkles in his face draw back into a smirk. [i] Elder? Well, at least she's respectful. But is she any good?[/i] "What sort of combat experience do you have? Or any of you?" Cyborg asked the group. "Brainiac is no two-bit thug. And now he owns the big Leaguers. Who is going toe-to-toe with them long enough to distract Brainiac? Even if we accomplish that, we have no idea where the ring is. Are we just going to wander around until it's found?"

Achi frowned very slightly, her eyes respectfully downcast. Years of mistreatment had tempered her into not showing her emotions unless she wanted to. "Begging your allowance, Elder, but... you asked [i]us[/i] for help, did you not? To ask for all who can hold a blade, and then to discard those because they are not up to your muster?" Her gaze riveted up, and she stared right at Cyborg, meeting both mismatched eyes. "You cannot hope to fight a war by dismissing those with the passion to fight, if not the skill." Her steady look swept over the others, then to the would-be heroes that had come in around the same time. "We have answered the call, of our own accord. That should be enough, if you are in fact, losing." 

Cyborg sighed. [i]Perhaps I'm being too hard on them. It really has been awhile since I talked to people, instead of computers.[/i] "I didn't call up the Protocol, but, like you, I answered." His voice softened. "You're right, though. You are ready, and you are willing. All of you, from the looks of it. What more can we ask? If anybody is going to beat this tin can, it has to be us. You said your name was Achieng, right? I didn't see you when you first came in. Some sort of illusion or invisibility, I presume? Do you think that you could trick Brainiac with that? You could look for the ring ahead of time, save us from searching while the others are distracting."

"I do not know." Achieng murmured, her hand to her lips in a gesture of deep thought. "I am willing to learn, if we can find a being who matches the same mind of this Brainiac." Frowning, her hand shifted to her forehead, and she winced. "Er... before that, I confess to a long journey. Times are dire, but... is there water to spare?"

-Dizzy/Riurik-