[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180606/a4dd81bc80d2ba08aace5dce4baeb22f.png[/img][/center][hr][sub]Titans Tower, San Francisco[/sub] [indent] It wasn't at all how Courtney had imagined her first [i]real[/i] mission with the titans. The wet hair was the first issue. She'd managed some sloppy form of bun during the mad-dash to her room after the warning had gone out, but that hardly stopped it from dripping down the back of her suit. Not to mention it had gotten dark and cold while the group was on the roof. It would be her luck to catch a cold while chasing down... Whatever it was that sent everyone off in a rush. It wasn't until clasping the familiar weight of the converter belt that Courtney was able to calm down and focus. Focus which dissipated as quickly as it came when the weight was not followed by the surge of energy that was meant to accompany it. [colour=4861F2]"Nuh-uh. No way."[/colour] She unbuckled, then re-buckled the belt. Nothing. Which was quite impossible considering she'd left the damn thing the charge by the window for two days straight. She looked to the window and saw a distinct lack of light. Somehow, knowing the problem didn't exactly make her feel any better. Courtney clicked the first button on her staff, which quietly hummed to life for a brief moment, then faltered, only to stop altogether. Barry's voice came through her comm before she could come up with much of a plan. Getting to the 'control entity' didn't seem particularly feasible given her current circumstances, but she was hardly going to sulk in her room while everyone else was out kicking-ass. -- She made it three blocks before getting swarmed. The things were [i]everywhere[/i], and her dear teammates, with all their still-functioning-abilities were nowhere to be found. At least she still had the staff. She managed to knock the surrying legs out from one with it, giving her a few moments to back away before it righted itself. Powered or not; it was a seriously heavy piece of metal. Another voice she didn't have the attention to place came through the comm as a second robot pounced for her leg. She slammed the staff down on-top of it and kicked it back. [colour=4861F2]"Yeah, sure, power supply. Don't supposed that comes with blueprints?"[/colour] She muttered to herself as she lept sideways, avoiding a third attacker. The first was there already waiting for her; and landed a sharp metallic vice grip around her calf. It been a while since she'd bled with the belt on. Out of reflex more than thought, she drove the bottom her her staff into the ground, and straight through the little bastard. The grip immediately vanished, leaving only pain, warm blood, and mild shock. [colour=4861F2][i]No blueprint needed I guess.[/i][/colour] [/indent]