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[color=#085715][h1][b][I]Martian Manhunter[/I][/b][/h1][/color][/center]

[b]Episode One[/b]; Natural Born Killers, Part I.

It was about noon on the trading moon that orbits Rann, six light-years from Knowhere. The Martian Manhunter was handling paperwork for his last job, a bail hopper who had tried to flee to the outer rim, J'onn caught him in a refueling station using his old credits account. It was really sloppy of him and made him quite the easy mark for the Martian whom could easily track him down. He wasn't a violent criminal, there was no fight between the two and the arrest was simple and easy. He'd be put in an isolation pod for six years - a meager punishment for his large spree of robberies. Finishing up his report and signing the papers for his reward, a relieved sigh escaped the martian's mouth as he saw his credits increase after the successful transfer. He was about to head back towards the port, get in his spaceship and head back home to Knowhere. Go talk to Jack and the other patrons for a while, go home and read some books and call it an early hibernation cycle.

Well, that was, till the ground shook from the explosion in the distance. Sirens wailing from the hovercars above him, streaking across the aerial highway. The Rann peace-keepers were heading over there, but judging by the calls J'onn was hearing in his earpiece from the peace-keeper scanner in his ship these four cruisers weren't gonna do the trick. It was an armed robbery on the Osmium vault from the platinum mines on all four of the moons, a multi-trillion credit heist was in progress, six cruisers had already been taken down by what appeared to only be two assailants. The Manhunter tapped his ear, connecting him to dispatch and forward to the officer on the ground outside of the vaults. 

[color=#085715]"This is Martian Manhunter, bounty collector, ID number 52565325. I would like to assist you in your peacekeeping efforts. Permission requested to engage the suspects alone."[/color]

"What the hell is a Mars?!" The Officer's gawked back at the Manhunter. "You'll get yourself killed, kid."

[color=#085715]"I guarantee they cannot do more harm to me that they can to your officers. Give me a chance and you'll save your officer's lives."[/color] J'onn insisted, now airborne, heading over there at Mach 4, surpassing the speed of the cruisers. As he approached the site of the vault, he saw a massive worker mech that had gone through several aftermarket facelifts to turn it into a military machine, armed with Gatling laser, forcefield projector, and rocket launchers. The Mech was hailing plasma onto the police and their barricade, their shields about to give way any minute now, the officer in charge let out a disgruntled yelp as the plasma began burning a hole through the forcefield.
"Okay, okay! Permission granted! Try to at least keep them a little busy so we can regroup before you get killed!" The officer cried and J'onn nodded. [color=#085715]"I shall do my best."[/color] The Manhunter promised, picking up speed before impact. Phasing just long enough to sneak past the forcefield, he became tangible again just in time to strike the mech in its core, sending it horizontally and falling backward with good momentum, making the several hundreds of ton Mech sail forty meters backward. 

J'onn turned his attention towards the vault, as he heard applauds from the officers behind him who frankly couldn't believe their eyes. "What in all of Rann's name was that?" The officer in charge exclaimed. "Give those winged freaks hell!" Another officer cheered as several of their co-workers went to tend to the wounded.

[color=#085715]"Winged?"[/color] J'onn asked, peering inside of the Vault, seeing the 7 foot, incredibly well built humanoid with massive silvery wings spreading from his back was putting the precious metals into a small pocket dimension carrier - a hammerspace for personal goods, essentially. A very expensive device primarily used by criminals to hide stolen goods from authorities. Making his way into the vault, J'onn approached the burly man who looked out towards the officers and the Mech. "What the hell is going out there. All the fuckin' rann's dead already?"  

[color=#085715]"Not so. I'm afraid there's been a bit of a dent in your plans."[/color] The Martian spoke, softly appearing in the winged man's sight. "Who the hell are you?!" Grabbing his blaster from the table next to him, firing four times into thin air - the Martian wasn't there anymore, appearing instead under him, phasing through the ground, his arm becoming tangible as he grabbed the culprit by the throat with one hand, his other hand knocking the gun out of his. [color=#085715]"I counter four seriously injured - if not worse outside. Why would you do this?"[/color] J'onn asked bluntly, the man trying to fight the far stronger Martian off of him. 

[b][color=#085715]"Why?!"[/color][/b] he commanded, this time with a psychic scream, shocking the bandit. "M-Money!" He cried, shocked by the trespassing into his mind. With it, J'onn was flooded with images of the war efforts between Rann and the winged man's home planet - Thanagar. His name was Hro Talak, a Thanagarian. This man was a deserter from the army after his platoon had been decimated by a warship, he had been on the run for decades, stealing what he could and killing those that tried to stop him. In the moment of distraction, the Thanagarian was able to pull a plasma cutter hidden in his sleeve. Igniting the blade and swiftly slashing the green arm that held him, the pain from his arm being cut off sending J'onn to his knees, holding the arm in pain. The Thanagarian crawled onto his feet, sprint turned into flight. As he tried to head out of the Vault. J'onn regained his composure in a moment, picking up his severed arm and attaching it to his stump, the two quickly reattached and regenerated the damaged tissue. The arm was gonna be weaker for a time, but it was truly a minor setback.  

J'onn set off after the man whom was flying out of the deep Vault, only to be met by 24 officers with their blasters aimed at him - having already arrested his partner, Paran Dul whom hadn't put up much of a fight after the concussion she had received from the hit she took inside of the mech that's now nothing more but scrap. Having nothing but a plasma cutter in his hands, a pissed off Manhunter behind him and a small army in front - Hro had no other choice but to give up. "You'll pay for this, green man."

[color=#085715]"So shall you."[/color] J'onn simply stated, as he watched the officers bring the duo in. They'd be transported to Rann and processed there - both for their wave of crimes on the outskirts of the Rann territory, but also for their crimes of war during the long conflicts between their two people. He took no pride in this arrest - three people were dead. He hadn't been fast enough, done enough. It was nothing more but a pyrrhic victory.