[center][color=LightSeaGreen]KRAKEN[/color]
Justice Station, Earth Orbit
January 1st, 10:30 am[/center]

Kraken stared through the porthole of the airlock with concern, worrying about the position Grim was in. Though there was a Lantern in there, an Morgan's son if he was to be believed, the radiation coming from the strange obsidian man was at dangerous levels. Kraken wanted nothing more than to be present at this meeting taking place beyond the thick metal door, but common sense prevailed. Not only did Kraken not have much in the way of radiation protection, aside from some very basic protections provided by his armor, or possibly the slightly more robust protections of a space suit, but his particular skill set would not help much here in any way that Grim would appreciate. And if the disgraced Atlantean had learned anything from the decade of working with the armored genius, it was best to keep on his good side.For now, he kept his hand over the door controls, ready to intervene if things escalated, but not a moment before...

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[color=00aeef]SARAKA KUTE[/color]
Outer Sol System, approaching planet designated Earth
January 1st, 10:30 am

Interactions: (Potentially) [@Blazion], [@pyroman][/center]

A blue streak of light crossed the barrier of cold space that made up this system's protective asteroid belt, breaking into the steadily warming light of its young sun. Up ahead was a small microplanet, locked in a stable orbit, the furthest of the celestial bodies in this star's stable zone. Slowing his approach, Blue Lantern Saraka Kute examined the sight before him. His ring enhanced the planets and moons, giving him an accurate map of the system. Third planet from the star. His soon-to-be partner. As the strange, shark/dog-like creature drifted closer to the planet, he decided quickly to use his remaining travel time to learn about the world he would be staying at for the forseeable future. Thankfully, the Blue Ring had access to many of the details stored by the Green Lanterns, and it looked like the previous Lantern for this sector had taken extensive notes about his home planet.

A quick scan of the basic information left the alien being curious to learn more. The Humans were an incredibly adaptable species, adjusting to life practically everywhere on their globe, in every climate. A small subset of them had even evolved to be amphibious, like his own species. Then there were the other Terrans, the ones only recently returned to the planet. Magic-sustained creatures, the basis of many myths and legends from Earth, if the notes were to be trusted. And now, a population of creatures called 'demons', hailing from some extraplanar realm. This planet would be fascinating. As his journey continued and he drifted past further planets, Saraka read about the different cultures of Earth, his head positively spinning with the new information, and completely unsure of what would be useful to him and what wouldn't. The history of this world was bloody and tragic, much like his own, and yet where his world had ended up with two major cultures fighting each other, this one had continued to splinter. There were easily hundreds of nations, cultures, customs, and millions of ways to offend the Terrans. What might be considered polite in one culture could be seen as a declaration of war in another. Saraka hoped that his partner would have more information about this than he currently had, or at least would be able to help figure it all out.

After hours of study, Saraka finally began approaching his destination. Slowing to a relative crawl, he took in the sight of the space station before him. Impressive, for the current level of technology and the upheavals the planet had had recently. His ring glowed brightly, suggesting that his charge was within. Masking the presence of his own ring, Saraka drifted closer to examine the metal behemoth. He didn't want to spook the occupants, but he was curious to see how he might contact them...

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[color=ed1c24]OVERCHARGE[/color]
Abandoned building, Gotham
Janurary 1st, 11:00 AM

Interactions: [@Mr Nim], [@Blazion][/center]

From atop the roof of a nearby building, Jason Graves watched the chaos below. He had been in the area when the building went down, but before he could get in the cops had shown up. So now it was up to plan B. Watch from a distance, gather intel, intervene if necessary. Radio chatter was scattered, was there had been talk of a Meta involved. One worker, unharmed. One other, possibly still in the rubble. Jay's heart felt like ice at that last one. He had no love for this particular company, any M-Word in the city had an inkling of where they stood on the whole Meta/Monster/Mage rights front. But he also knew from experience, many of the guys at the street level working for them were in tough spots themselves. Gotham was a hard city to survive in. If she didn't force you to compromise your morals, well... You probably didn't have many to start with.

The scanner built into Overcharge's helmet crackled to life, picking up a transmission from a familiar voice. Commissioner Jaina Jasper, one of the few exceptions to Gotham's morality-bending hellscape. The woman had been one of Jason's few friends growing up, and when he returned from the dead, she was the first person he revealed himself to. She'd helped him a lot since then, getting his life back on track. Also with some side projects, like the police scanner he was listening to her on now. Threat level Green, huh? So Jasper was skeptical of the workers story too. Squatters tended to just move on if they were found, not fight back. He hoped the Meta had made it out, and that crews could find the other worker...

A sudden commotion from below sent Overcharge looking over the edge of the building, down into the alley. He saw a young girl tossing something behind a dumpster, (Smart move) and then heading towards the cops, hands raised... Turning herself in. Interesting tactic. Her next, echoed words sent Overcharge into action however, as well as cementing his opinion of her. She wanted someone to save the worker. She was one of the good guys. Taking a few steps back and getting a running start, Overcharge propelled himself into the air, twisting his body as he fell a dozen stories towards the ground. Instead of landing with a SPLAT as most terrans would, or with a three-point landing like most Heroes, Overcharge landed on his feet between the young Meta girl and the cops, with the unsettling appearance of a cat, unphased by a fall which should have killed it. Holding his gloved hands in the air to show the police he was unarmed, Overcharge nodded his red-masked head towards the group. [color=ed1c24]"Morning officers! Take it easy on the kid here, we all know what those folks idea of 'gentle persuasion' is. Meanwhile, I'm gonna go rescue a public servant!"[/color]

Nodding and waving towards the Meta girl, Overcharge sprinted towards the building, leaping over police cordons and keying on his comms unit. [color=ed1c24]"Hey hey Jasper, tell your goon squad to move back if you can, I'm going in for our missing worker. Your suspect turned herself in to your left, she let slip where to look. Seems like a good kid, afraid for her life, you know how it is."[/color] Skipping over the dusty rubble, Overcharge pulled his collapsible staff out of his pocket and extended it, using the sturdy pole to vault and leap towards the southeast corner. With his ability to efficiently use all of his energy, Overcharge hadn't even broken a sweat by the time he arrived at the area he'd need to search. He'd have to move quickly before more first responders got here. He knew from experience they tended to not leave till the job was done, and Overcharge was going to make a pretty dangerous mess of things here before they got better. After spending a few moments clearing aside some smaller bits of rubble, Overcharge found his target. A huge slab of concrete, covering a large portion of this section. There was likely space underneath it, and hopefully the construction worker was in there. Trapped, if any gods were paying attention, and not crushed. 

Jamming his staff into a crevice and wedging it under the slab, Overcharge channeled his powers and imbued the tool with all the kinetic energy he had absorbed from his fall. A human body could generate a surprising amount of force with an impact like that, and with any luck it would be enough to shift the slab. He paused for just a second before moving forward, considering the ramifications of what he was about to do. At worst, moving this slab would actually kill the worker trapped under the building. At best, he would be freed and unharmed. Either way, certain publications and journalists in the city were going to blast Overcharge for being a 'Reckless Vigilante, Obsessed with Fame Over Justice, Obstructing the Good Officers of Gotham City PD'. He could live with it. Slamming down on the staff, every bit of energy discharged at once, the slab flipping upwards and toppling over the other direction, towards the blocked-off street. There was still a lot of rubble to dig through, but if the worker was down there he now had a shot at surviving...