[center][COLOR=D14C4C][h1][B]T H E  T E E N  L E G I O N[/B][/h1][/COLOR]
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[SUB][COLOR=F69A05][COLOR=D14C4C]Mon-El uDaksam[/COLOR]   -   |   -   |   -   [COLOR=D69FA4]Jazmin Cullen[/COLOR]   -   |   -   |   -   [COLOR=CEDB89]Reep Daggle[/COLOR]   -   |   -   |   -   [COLOR=D0B783]Brin Londo[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SUB][/CENTER]
[SUB][hr][/SUB][COLOR=#F69A05][INDENT][SUB][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=#BBBBBB][I]Jump City - Time of Crisis I[/I][/COLOR][/SUB][SUP][RIGHT][B]Crisis #1.01:[/B] [COLOR=#BBBBBB][I]Vergō[/I][/COLOR][/RIGHT][/SUP][/INDENT][/color][SUB][hr][/SUB][INDENT][COLOR=F69A05][SUB][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=#BBBBBB][I]Upcoming with Star City Crisis Team[/I][/COLOR][/SUB][SUP][RIGHT][B]Previously:[/B] [COLOR=#BBBBBB][I]Familiar #1[/I][/COLOR][/RIGHT][/SUP][/COLOR][/INDENT]
[INDENT][INDENT][COLOR=SILVER][COLOR=BEIGE]"Matthews!"[/COLOR] A stern voice called, causing Mon-El's head to snap up. He debated making a run for it for a solid ten seconds before sighing, resigned to his fate and hopping up from his desk. He hurried past his coworkers' desks and slipped awkwardly between a pair of broad-shouldered officers idling in his way. He appeared in the doorway of the Captain's office, halting before he could crash into the petite demon of a woman. [COLOR=BEIGE]"Shut that behind you."[/COLOR] She commanded, stepping back to allow him fully into her office.

[COLOR=D14C4C]"Er, you need something Captain?"[/COLOR] He asked, avoiding her gaze. Captain Siobhan Erin was a force of nature, highly intelligent and, despite her short stature, very intimidating.

Her eyes were narrowed as she sized him up, crossing her arms and taking his measure. Apparently she found him lacking. [COLOR=BEIGE]"I've got my eyes on you, Detective. I don't know what your deal is, but you need it sorted out."[/COLOR] She informed him coldly, uncrossing her arms and strutting across the room back to her seat behind her desk. Mon-El wondered if he should sit across from her, but decided against it, maintaining his gaze slightly above her eyes.

Reep's hacking was solid, but there were holes and oddly phrased terminology that made his profile... weird. That, combined with his awkward avoidance of anything to do with his past or the parts of his file that were just heavily redacted and censored blank spaces, while giving him an alibi, also cast him in a suspicious out-of-place mold. The Captain hadn't mentioned his unusual profile to anyone else, and beyond a few curious glances and intense background checking waylaid by Reep, she hadn't acted on it either, but apparently some new factor had made her nervous enough to call him out on it.

[COLOR=BEIGE]"I've received an order from Internal Affairs."[/COLOR] She prefaced, watching for his reaction. Mon-El did his best not to give anything away, but honestly that was a pretty worrying statement and he couldn't help his frown. Could Reep's computer skills have been less effective than he'd believed? [COLOR=BEIGE]"Apparently, you, Detective Matthews, are to report to Star City to aid local law enforcement with the developing situation. Would you like to explain to me why exactly Internal Affairs is drafting my newest hire to deal with whatever the hell is brewing up there?"[/COLOR]

Well... no. [COLOR=D14C4C]"Uh, no Ma'am?"[/COLOR] So eloquent, that wasn't suspicious at all.

She stared him down, eyes daring him to slip up. Finally she acquiesced, [COLOR=BEIGE]"An aerocopter has been cleared to transport you, bring it back in one piece. Now, Detective, get out of my office."[/COLOR]

Thoroughly confused about what the hell an aerocopter was and deeply concerned about the very likely possibility it would [i]not[/i] be coming back in one piece, Mon-El agreed quickly rather than stay any longer under her gaze. [COLOR=D14C4C]"Will do Ma'am."[/COLOR] Finally making his escape, Mon-El could only wonder what the hell that was all about.

[COLOR=fff8b5][I]"Not to worry Mon-El, I am fully capable of piloting any and all aerial vehicles designed on this planet."[/I][/COLOR] What.

[COLOR=D14C4C]"Uh Worm? We need to work on your communication skills."[/COLOR] Mon-El scolded in a hushed voice, waiting until he was out of the precinct to acknowledge the AI's words. [COLOR=D14C4C]"Seriously, how can you go a whole week without a word and then spring something like this on me?!"[/COLOR] Whatever 'this' was.

Worm seemed to debate on an answer for a moment before responding; [COLOR=fff8b5][I]"Apologies my prince, I assumed you would desire to step up in the face of this threat. Shall I rescind the fake Internal Affairs order and return the aerocopter to the depot?"[/I][/COLOR]

[COLOR=D14C4C]"Ah sprock, I knew that wasn't normal!"[/COLOR] He cursed, thinking about the broadcast that had went out only an hour or so before. The officers at the precinct had reacted very strongly, but Mon-El still wasn't sure what was normal for Earth, and metaracial unrest was expected given the history of any planet that faced similarly unusual evolutionary divergences. [COLOR=D14C4C]"Ugh,"[/COLOR] he groaned, [COLOR=D14C4C]"I guess we're doing this. Okay then. Worm, send a message to the legionnaires, let them know I want them to meet me at this aerocopter, and they need to bring their suits."[/COLOR] They were not ready to pick a fight on this scale, they had no experience to draw on at all- and Lazon only [i]barely[/i] counted!

[COLOR=fff8b5][I]"Right away Mon-El."[/I][/COLOR]
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[COLOR=D69FA4]”Oh my god, [i][b]yes![/b][/i]”[/COLOR] Q’s excited crow of joy was the first and only indicator Mon-El needed to know the team had arrived. The aerocopter was an uninteresting vehicle, unusual only in that it was such a peculiar design in relation to other earth-designed vehicles. It’s use of rotary blades and odd insectoid shape were just… strange, but ultimately the tech was nothing exciting, nor was the vehicle exceptionally fast or anything, just black and white. Bit like a dragon actually.

He wondered if they played garata on this planet.

[COLOR=D69FA4]”We really are going to Star then?!”[/COLOR] Q demanded exuberantly, but the question was obviously rhetorical. Why else would they need transportation like this for the whole team? [COLOR=D69FA4]”Sweet! Let’s deck this poser’s face in!”[/COLOR] Whatever that string of nonsense meant.

And then Mon-El got his first look at the boys in their suits. Holy Rao above, and all the Sorrows Below, nothing was ever going to top this moment. The look of pure embarrassment and mutinous discomfort on their faces was perfect.

Q had her life on Earth, going to school and home and just walking out on the street. She was always dressed her best, with her hair curled and a blend of cosmetics from her face to her nails. Reep was a shut in, he stayed at Amnesia all day everyday, with few exceptions, and despite his shapeshifting it showed; all of his clothes were old and worn, and he consistently smelled of smoke from the many small electrical fires he caused. Brin was much, much worse. The faintly reddish hue to his brown skin stood out in direct light, and he preferred to avoid humans when he could, and when combined with his more wildly adventurous tendencies he was the king of messy hair and minimal hygiene.

Today Reep had shed his human skin for his more alien visage; reclaiming his orange skin and pointed ears, topped with two antenna and not a hair on his head. His lithe figure was strategically covered by the uniform rather than being a complete outfit like Mon-El’s or Q’s, with his hands and forearms bare, as well as his feet and shins, and a horizontal oval gaping open on his upper back. The design was obviously meant to allow him to shapeshift his various limbs, and the loose cut, rather than being skin tight and thus out of the way, was optimal for increasing his size or growing organic armor without destroying the suit’s shape or function. For obvious reasons, Reep decided to go without the obfuscating headpiece.

Forced into the light of day and for once freshly showered and groomed, Brin was practically a different person. His hair was washed and combed, hanging down to his shoulders in a soft wave, and his usual cheap jeans and too-large shirts were traded in for the space patterned tights of their uniform. The sleeves had been removed for reasons that were as yet unclear, but showed off his thick biceps to complement his broad chest. A product of those genetic experiments no doubt.

Mon-El’s huge grin at the sight of them caused them both to blush and duck their heads in a bewildering display of synchronized flustering. [COLOR=D14C4C]”You guys look great!”[/COLOR] Reep was not one to consider his appearance beyond simply choosing a face to wear, and Brin acted like an old hunting dog, striding with focus and confidence, but in these uniforms neither could forget what they were wearing and think it didn’t matter. 

[COLOR=D14C4C]”Oh yes, this is going to be good.”[/COLOR] Mon-El said, feeling eager about the upcoming mission for the first time. Q shot him a beaming smile and the boys seemed to remember themselves, puffing up and standing taller with little cheery twinkles in their eyes.

For all that they matched each other and stuck with the same theme, they were each different and so very eye catching. They’d have to consider what to do about that, they needed more stealth if they wanted to pull off this hero thing effectively.

First though, they had to get to work.[/COLOR][/INDENT][/INDENT]