[indent][b][u]January 1st, 10:27 AM (Eastern USA)
Justice Station, Space[/u][/b][/indent]

[b]"Operative Grim, it appears we're being attacked."[/b] Well, there [i]was[/i] a shrieking alarm sounding out. Not to mention the flashing red alert lights, the way her screen had instantly been taken over by various different angles of the speeding projectile and their automative defenses' response.

[color=crimson]"...Noted."[/color] She was too tired for this.

Surging to her feet with a barely muffled sigh, Zoey scooped up her helmet and quickly affixed it once more to her shoulders, expecting a shaking impact any moment from how the small nova of a thing was racing towards them. Plus the dodging around their own anti-missle defenses, going to a specific place with purpose...

Yet there was no detonation.

Interesting.

[color=gray]"Grim!"[/color] The Gotham hero didn't even bother to turn around at the sound of his comrade, instead reaching out to touch a screen hovering before it. Instantly the camera zoomed in, focusing on the ... 'man' hovering outside the Justice Station. A thoughtful hum built up in his throat, deepened to an almost animalistic growl thanks to the voice synthesizer. Finally he turned, taking note of Masquerade behind him, a portal glowing purple at the edges already opened.

With a small noise of thanks Grim stepped through the portal without preamble, Masquerade following behind. They stepped out beside Kraken just in time to see the Lantern appear. Once more another thoughtful hum bubbled in Grim's chest, allowing his teammate to send the message out to the rest of the Justice League.

[color=crimson]"Paparazzi will really do anything for a photo these days."[/color] He finally commented dryly. Masquerade coughed into his fist and gave Grim a pointed look, the armored hero finally shrugging. [color=crimson]"I'll keep comms open so you can listen in. Prepare to grab suits if necessary."[/color] Without more warning Grim opened the airlock and stepped in, the door closing behind him immediately. Alfred was already activating the room, oxygen being sucked out and a familiar weightless feeling beginning to take over. On the visor of her eyes a small blinking count appeared as the Iron Fang armor took note of its oxygen levels - plenty, still.

Finally the door being knocked upon opened, and Grim stepped forward. His boots rested on the edge of the airlock, arms crossed as he looked upon these two intruders to his Station. A man of obsidian, and a man of green light.

It made him miss Morgan, a little.

It didn't appear that the 'man' that caused so much chaos had any comms on him, so while Grim may have been able to broadcast to the Green Lantern he couldn't say if the creature would be able to hear in the vacuum of space. With that being said, the hero tilted his wolf-style helmet a bit as he gazed upon the two, clearly waiting.