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Megan watched as each member of the team entered the command centre. Kyle was the first in, offering his services to transport those less aerodynamically inclined as the rest filtered through the door. She had to admit, the thought of Arsenal, Robin, and Stitch all bouncing around inside a hardlight orb like a superhero [i]Gashopon[/i] made her chuckle a bit to herself. The T-Jet itself was a thing of beauty to Megan. She could fly of her own volition of course, but the jet offered a much cosier and more conversational mode of travel. It also reminded her to some aspect of the Bio-ship she flew to Earth in, and to a lesser degree the space station she was brought up in. One of the things she found strangest about being on Earth was actually being on a planet itself, gravity felt strange to someone who had only ever felt it artificially.

[i][color=B0C4DE]"Had we executed Cinderblock as I suggested last time,"[/color] Troia interjected, [color=B0C4DE]"We would not be dealing with this problem in the present."[/color][/i]

She kept quiet as Troia brought up her suggestion of using lethal force on Cinderblock during their last encounter. It had certainly divided the group, and Megan wasn't exacly sure where she stood on the topic. Of course, Troia's point made a lot of sense. Had they allowed her to 'execute' Cinderblock last time they wouldn't be dealing with this now, and the fallout of his continued rampage would have been minimized greatly. Maybe it was the White Martian in her agreeing with such force, but deep down she couldn't help but feel it wasn't the way. In her time with J'onn he had instilled in her such morals, trying to mold her with Earth's ideals and laws rather than that of Mars. She paled to think what would have happened if her parents had been the ones to teach her right or wrong, execution would have come second to suffering had they had the opportunity. Perhaps she overcompensated the other way as a result of this, forced herself to be too merciful in her own act of small rebellion against Galleon-9.

[i][color=B0C4DE]"The Squire and the Paladin,"[/color] Troia replied, gesturing towards Kyle and Robin. [color=B0C4DE]"Perhaps, Lady M'Gann, her abilities may prove beneficial."[/color][/i] 

She snapped out of her daydream as the image of Robin and Kyle dressed as medieval knights galloped its way into her imagination. She couldn't help but grin to herself. Troia's experience as a warrior was showing, she was glad that the Valkyrie was taking the lead. Jupiter had been more than welcoming since she had joined the team, and she found some solace in a fellow telepath being his right hand man. If she was anything like Megan, then lying wouldn't be her strong suit. 

She turned to Robin as he nudged her, smiling back at his nightlight comment. She followed the two out, gently floating behind them as they made their way out of the room.
[color=a187be]"I just wonder which one of you Troia thinks is the Squire and which one is the Paladin."[/color] She said plainly, unknowingly potentially adding further insult to injury.