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Young Justice 2022: League of Their Own

Nah. I'm a little tired but I'm in a far better mood than I was yesterday. ^^ Thanks for asking though, bro.

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Young Justice 2022: League of Their Own

@XxFellsingxX How you feeling now pal? Don't rush yourself here if your no feeling up to it.

Young Justice 2022: League of Their Own

Ok, think I've included a reference to everyone still on the team in that last post. If I have missed anyone then please start screaming and shouting, baying for my blood and mad for vengeance.

Young Justice 2022: League of Their Own

BEFORE

As has become the norm in this headquarters my conversation is interrupted by the comings and goings of ill-mannered team mates. I am seriously beginning to consider the need to implement some kind of signage system which will indicate to my more socially stunted comrades when it is acceptable to come barging in with their inanity's. Perhaps I could take a leaf from the book of overly amorous college students and begin to tie socks around door handles when I wish to have a conversation that isn't disturbed by cretins.

This time I am willing to make an allowance though, seeing as the 'cretin' in question happens to be Miss Martins. We are just fresh from a field mission that seen her essentially save my life, after all.(Have no doubts though, though she beat me to a solution I would have eventually resolved my predicament, given time. . . And in a far less neolithic fashion.)

Cassandra say's we have trouble, and though I am inclined to trust her I doubt it is immediate. Her voice lacks the urgent undertones of one who feels they are facing a current peril, and despite the fact she is slightly flushed her breathing is under control. Deduction; Miss Martin's has just had a vision. A most useful talent, though if she ever manages to develop it further she may just put me out of business. One who can solve crimes before they are committed could become a serious rival to my abilities. Though on second thoughts I do not doubt that my brilliance would eventually overshadow her power. I'm just that good.

"Trouble, Cassandra? You've had a visi. . . " I peter out suddenly, my face no doubt going slack as I finally begin to piece the puzzle of Miss Martin's past together. I haven't assembled all the clues, no doubt there is several integral pieces just out of my grasp, but I have now discovered the track that I must traverse to solve her mystery.

I can feel a thrill of emotion rush though my body. Again I am reminded that I am an addict, and this is my fix, that it is only when I get a challenge such as this that I experience this feeling of unrivalled euphoria. I grin at Cassandra, though I'm sure it isn't a particularly pleasant smile from her viewpoint, more like a predator's smile than the expression of joy from a friend. I have a new Question to answer, one that is the key to unlocking the rest of her secrets.

Just where did she get her powers?

NOW

Death. I am seventeen and have had more than my fair share of experience with death. It comes with the territory of being the pre-eminent detective on the planet (Some would no doubt argue that the tomfool, wraith-like vigilante in Gotham city surpasses my skill. I will concede that perhaps is the case, but he has had three decades worth of experience on me. One day I will prove his superior, sooner rather than later. Anyway, back to my original point) My experience means I am much more jaded towards the sight of a corpse than the layman. Where others see a person who was once living I see no more than meat and evidence. So it comes as some surprise when I feel a twinge of horror when I witness the absolute devastation left in the wake of this 'Red Lantern'.

I feel my face scrunch in some indiscernible emotion. Perhaps guilt, for not getting here sooner, even with Kassandra’s warning . I am glad for the faceless mask that stops my team from seeing my features.

The team arrive on the football field (Why do American’s insist on calling this game football, when it seems they spend most of the time carrying the ball? Stubbornness is my guess.) just in time to see Mr Garrison melt one of his unfortunate team-mates. My earlier emotional state is now thankfully under control, my concern fully upon stopping the insane teen rather than his enflamed classmate. After all, its far too late for him.

But how best to stop a Red Lantern? The ability to do such a thing is far beyond my capabilities. It will take all our team working in tandem to stop the menace. Unfortunately our leader fails to give us any instruction. Unforgivable negligence on his part. Even worse is the fact that Ms Waller, our resident powerhouse and one of the few on the team with the abilites to go toe-to-toe with a lantern, thinks she better serves our mission by evacuating civilians!

Deduction; My team-mates are brain-dead buffoons, intent on getting everyone in the immediate area killed. Supergirl no doubt thinks it is her mission to save the innocents. Doesn’t she realise she would do that far more effectively by distracting the Lantern, and letting us handle to screaming masses. Hellfire at least realises the import of ending this quickly, but even with his power he is little match for Mr Garrison. Mr Harlan is quickly overpowered, but then strangely quit’s the field. From what I know of Hellfire he would never leave his team-mates to face a danger like this alone. Assumption; Hellfire’s retreat is due to currently indiscernible unrelated circumstances. This is falling a part quickly, and it seems to fall to me to fix things.

Again.

“Supergirl,” I bark as loudly as I can over the chaos. “Quit playing the fool and attack the Red Lantern. Only you are strong enough to withstand him! Armory, Starbolt and Miss Mountain, support Supergirl’s attack, avoid a frontal attack while subverting his position. Kassandra, use your power, get the civilians most at risk out of here, Ditto, put some clones at her disposal.”

I then turn to the Red Lantern. The team needs time to get into position. Perhaps they wont listen to me. God knows they all seem dead set on disagreeing with common sense, so it would hardly surprise me. All I know is if left to his own devices then the Red Lantern could cause even more indiscriminate destruction. Better to have him focused on one target.

“Hey, Toby! Your hair sucks! And your mother is fat! And I am reliably informed your father sexually pleasures other men for money! For pitifully small amounts of money!”

My wit could cut through steel.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Veracruz is not far from completion. :)

@Damo021

Glad to hear it!

VIGILANCE: Memento Mori

Also, Sammie. How come I ain't got your Skype digits yet?

@Hillan

I never had Skype for long enough pal. Just got an account the other week, though I haven't really used it. What do you need to add me on it?

VIGILANCE: Memento Mori

I've PM'd Wraith about the CS's up, but of course he's offline now. We honestly are terrible at co-ordinating ourselves.

the Legion 2022

I thought we were just saving the best for last.

the Legion 2022

"As a priest of Crithalea I searched for enlightenment. I beseeched the spirits to guide my path and lend me knowledge. I spent my days and nights searching for the answers that I was sure lay entwined amongst the innumerable mysteries of the universe. Ironically I discovered the one great truth about myself after I abandoned by old faith;

I like hitting things with swords."

Name:

Rane Traxian

Alias:

Insane Rane, Red Rane, Son of the Skyfather. He has dozens of names and titles, most of them he has given himself.

Age:

Fifty years old chronologically, early thirties biologically.

Appearance:

Rane, like all Canmorian's, is a tall lizard-like bipedal alien. Rane stands at about 6'3" - He is short for his race - and although as lean as a rabbit, his frame hides a deceptive amount of muscle. .His white and grey skin is covered in a fine snake-like scales. External bone plates and spikes serve as an armor for his species, protecting vital organs. He has painted religous symbols over his body and face, swirls and loops of vivid red and gold that display to all with the wit to discern them that he is an instrument of the Skyfather. Canmorian's have three fingers and one thumb on their hands, with long digitigrade, three toed legs. Their legs feature a sickle claw, much like velociraptors of cretaceous period earth. Each digit ends in bone like talons. All Canmorian's have long, prehensile tails.

His head feature's a boxy, extended maw. His eyes are an amber gold and stilted like a cats. Canmorians, much like humans, have a mixture of Incisor and Molar teeth but the incisors are slightly longer and sharper.

For reference his head is like this

Personality:

Nutty, unique, zen-like

Powers:

Canmores gravity is heavier than that of earth and Canmorian bone structure is significantly denser than that of a human, making them stronger than any man. Their speed is likewise far more impressive, especially their reaction times. Their hide is thick and leathery, bone plating and spikes providing further protection from harm. Even if they are injured their bodies possess primary, secondary and in some cases even tertiary organs and backups, even going so far as to have a redundant nervous system. They are also capable of cellular regeneration unseen in most races. Lost limbs can be re-grown in a matter of months.

With his Canmorian physiology alone Rane could be an effective combatant, but he has one further advantage that makes him a terror for all who face him – The Sword of the Skyfather. The sword is a once rumored mythical object that features heavily in Canmorian folklore and legend. Said to be created from a mysterious star metal that was a gift from the Skyfather himself and crafted by the greatest shaman-smiths of the Scorched Wastes, it is a weapon without equal. Said to be unbreakable, it has been seen to cut through the toughest of materials. When he holds the sword Rane posses a near perfect situational awarness, as well as becoming completely fearless.

Weaknesses:

Cold tempretures make him sluggish. Though tough he is no incincible. When he holds the sword he is fearless, which isn't an entirely positive trait. Being parted from the sword seems to weaken him, like an addict deprived of their drug of choice.

Bio:

No one, not human or Canmorian, quite know what happened to Rane to make him the way he is. Some say he must have suffered some great tragedy in his past, others that he was born wrong. There's rumors that he's been the the edge of space, and what he seen there drove him over the edge. Superstitious Canmorians, of which there are a many, believe that the Skyfather -the Canmorian God of creation- is punishing Rane for sins of a past life by giving him a soul with holes in it. Needless to say, there's something off about him. The first people started hearing about him was about thirty years ago. At the time he was a junior cleric of Crithalea, Canmorian's dominant religion. He became well known for his passionate and fiery sermons, and his future with Crithaliasm looked bright indeed. After several years his popularity among the people was immense and he was earmarked to become a Patriarch, one of the Crithalean holy leaders. The ceremony to become a Patriarch begins with the candidate spending two weeks in the scorched lands. The scorched lands is a desert area of Canmore said to be almost entirely inhospitable to all save the 'unclean', a group of Canmorian outcasts who still followed the old religion of the Skyfather rather than the ways of Crithalea. It was the last anyone seen of Rane. . .

Until two years ago when he came out of the Scorched lands swinging a sword and leading an army of unclean against the Crithalean religion. He was insane, they said, taking on the high and mighty with nothing but a rusty relic and a bunch of outcasts. Despite that it seemed he couldn't be stopped, regardless of the armies sent against them. He even managed to kill half of the Patriarch order. Insane he might have been, but he was starting to seem invincible. Still, it was only so long he could keep moving forwards against such adversity, and eventually his dwindling forces stalled against the armies of Crithalea. The final battle approached, Crithalean forces arming themselves to assault the Skyfather's supporters position and capture Rane for trial when he went and saved them the trouble by handing himself in, sword held in one hand and a datapad in the other. The Crithaleans where suspicious at first, thinking it was some sorta trap. After he insisted on a public trial their fears were allayed. After all, how much damage could a madman like him accomplish in a trial? Little did they know the trouble was just beginning. Turns out he held proof of corruption in the Patriarch's ranks. Prostitution, drug trafficking, slavery, they were in on it all, and Rane had proof of it on his little datapad. When asked where he got his info from he looked his interrogators straight in the eye, smiled wide and said "The Skyfather". He then went on and told an intricate story of internal strife within the Patriarchs, where backdoor politics had gotten so out of hand that members were actively trying to get each other killed. One enterprising Patriarch had kept all the evidence of his compatriot's fraudulence as insurance policy against their mascinations.

"I only figured it out after I cut that fella in half" said Rane "Felt it was only right to turn myself in after". The story he told was incredible, so incredible it almost had to be believed, one that no sane person would come out with. However it was widely known that Rane was nuts, and the evidence that the Patrirachs were corrupt was irrefutable. They couldn't pursue the story of a broken government any further, but now they were left with the quandary of what to do with a murdering Canmorian, who claimed he had done all he had done on the instruction of the Skyfather and all for the good of Canmore. After a long discussion only one answer stood out. Make him a Legionnaire.

"Works for me" responded Rane. And now? Now he's Alex Mason's problem.

Notes:

Cross fills the wildcard and brute role.
He's absolutely cracked, with his own sense of morality, loyalty and honor. The trouble is trying to get him to share it with anyone.
The Sword of the Skyfather speaks to Rane. Is this voice actually the sword, or is it just further proof of Rane's mental inbalance? You'll find out!

DC Universe: Age of Heroes (Dead)

You, sir, are a genius. Kudos to you.

@GreenGrenade