Everything went to hell in a hand basket rather quickly. Freddie caused his fog bank to dissipate, leaving the Squadron exposed as S'tann unloaded Jack and explained the extent of the plan to the rest of the team. Probably a poor choice of hiding places, but hindsight is 20/20. Luckily, it seemed that the rest of the Suicide Squad was preoccupied; which left All-Star enough time to take off. But they weren't off the hook just yet. The wind began to pick up; its speed increasing as snow was flung about by the growing vortex. The Martian Boy's flight pattern was thrown off almost immediately by Freddie's storm. "Hold on!" S'tann warned. The dragon's massive body was tossed about by the violent, freezing air currents, threatening to tear the passengers off before they reached their objective. Legacy strained with all of his might to fight the power of the blizzard. It took everything he had to keep from going into a corkscrew and crashing into the side of the laboratory; leaving little room for fine motor control. S'tann loosed another roar, shoving his wings down with all of his might. The dragon's flight path was momentarily corrected, leaving Mars just barely enough time to take out the door. Mari saw S'tann's struggle and thankfully intervened, firing off starbolts into the door to weaken the metal and concrete construct.

To the meathead's credit, he can do one thing right: hit things. Really fucking hard.

The massive steel door shattered under the force of the superhuman's punch. S'tann ceased his struggle against the force of nature outside, tumbling inside the castle with all the finesse of a bull in a china shop. The shapeshifting alien crashed into the stone floor and cracked it with the force of his fall. S'tann absorbed as much of the impact as he could and kept his passengers relatively safe. The beast's gigantic body shrunk rapidly. Scales, skin and bone cracked and melted as the Martian returned to his normal state. His body ejected all of the extra energy he'd absorbed, shooting it off into the air in the form of background microwave radiation. S'tann bent over, his hands firmly planted on his knees as he struggled to take in the necessary oxygen required to stay conscious. Shapeshifting burned a hell of a lot of calories in a very short span of time; without his enhanced alien physiology, S'tann would have gone in to shock from the pain and exhaustion. But S'tann S'tonn was no mere human.

Legacy glanced around at the rest of the team. They were all in different states of readiness; some were more prepared for this than others. He mentally weighed his options, wondering what adjustments should be made to the plan. He'd seen Rita and Mailsi take off for the roof; obviously going after the Kryptonian. Mars and Mari looked pumped and ready to brawl. Amethyst appeared as flustered as ever; not a change from her normal demeanor. Fenris, Richard, Sugar and Raphael were-

Luthor's voice blared over the intercom, halting the Martian's line of thought. His generic villain monologue brought a smirk to S'tann's face. Julian had a way with satire that Martian Boy couldn't deny. "If he thinks-" S'tann started, but found himself interrupted once more. But this time by explosives and a collapsing roof.

[i]Move, S'tann. Move![/i]

Legacy's body shifted and transformed at a rate faster than what he'd consider safe. He formed what appeared to be a giant green tarp, flying over top the most human members of All-Star Squadron. The ones he thought would be injured by the falling debris. S'tann wrapped his body around Fenris, Raphael, Richard, Amethyst, and Mars. He would have grabbed Sugar too, but her ghost (or whatever the hell it is) seemed to have that under control. Chunks of stone and enormous pillars slammed into the Martian's exposed form. The Martian waited until the torrent of sound and pain ceased before letting himself breathe. He took on a more malleable form, pushing against the pile of rock that threatened to crush him. S'tann cleared as much of the debris as he could before returning to normal form and falling to his knees. His pain was beyond simulated now; he knew there were a few bruises in his rib cage now. But there wasn't time to rest. He needed to keep moving; keep his team moving.

"Mari?" S'tann called, shoving himself to his feet. "You still breathing?" His ear buzzed and Silver Banshee's voice echoed through his bleeding brain. "Yeah. Yeah. He's..." Legacy took a deep breathe, scanning for Kieran's psychic location. A short migraine later, S'tann responded. "He's moving towards the center of the facility at super speeds. But you and Rita might be able to intercept him if you hurry. Sending you a telepathic picture of his location; I'll try to update it whenever I can." S'tann turned towards the rest of the team, helping them dig out Sugar and Mari as best he could. To be honest, the Martian didn't know how much he had left. He was battered and exhausted; in no condition to fight a 100% Keiran, that much was certain. But he needed to keep moving. Just...keep moving. "Sugar. Take your team and get to the hard drives. Maybe there's still time to complete those side objectives. The rest of us will make a go for the hostages; you too, Richard. I don't think you'll be able to catch up with the girls and Kent. We'll need the help anyway." S'tann mentioned, placing a tender hand on his visibly bruised side. 

It was a silent message, but a clear one. Martian Boy wasn't doing too hot.