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Goodbye Auntie, Syed thought to himself idly, looks like I won't be back for a while, huh? The intimidating sight of the shuttle that was supposed to take him to his new life way up beyond the clouds was the final nail in the coffin for his confidence. It really drove home just how huge of a journey this was. Of course he'd known that when he first agreed to the offer, it didn't get bigger than space after all, and at various points along the way to the shuttle he'd had the same inkling, but staring at the titanic feat of engineering that was a spacecraft and knowing he had to get on it? That was an entirely different kettle of emotion.

For the hundredth time Syed shot a nervous look to the man beside him; tall and dark, hidden behind a uniform suit and dark shades. He was an American, a handler that had picked him up from Vancouver General and then accompanied him on his flight to the States, and from there to a local Parahuman Department where he'd had to stay until the next shuttle to The Promise was available. Fortunately it wasn't a long wait, but Syed had never left the Metro Vancouver area, much less somewhere as far as the United States, and now to actual space? A whole wealth of new experiences he hadn't expected had left him reeling, he still hadn't managed to recenter himself and now the next step was already upon him!

He wasn't ready. What am I going to do? He fretted, not at all put at ease by the handler's blank stare and steady stride.

Syed had been poked and prodded, teased and tested, interviewed and interrogated, whole slews of uncomfortable preparations for this trip. He'd long ago regretted his decision and attempted to back out, but that wasn't an option anymore; both he and his aunt signed the appropriate forms, though she'd been on painkillers and he'd been told the trip was the least troublesome option. Now he knew it meant least troublesome for them, because they got to wash their hands of him completely, meanwhile Syed reached greater depths in his understanding of the word uncomfortable. He wondered frequently at what point discomfort became torture, he was fairly sure his current anxious state fit the definition of tormented perfectly.

In the end, Syed didn't 'do' anything, he just followed along, continuing to listen to direction like some kind of well trained dog, to distracted and nervous to even consider causing any sort of trouble. Though whenever the staff asked his name, the handler had to answer for him. His tongue was in stasis mode. Again.

Then the man left him without so much as a gesture of goodbye, simply turning around and leaving him with a group of other young parahumans to be ushered like sheep into the shuttle. After that things went a bit... weird. He mostly disregarded the chatter in favor of staring blankly ahead, focused on things only he could feel. The rush of energy all around him was... It was hard for Syed to think of the currents as just energy, their movements and pulses were so much like living creatures he was still privately convinced that the currents were alive, so when that explosion of power generated by the liftoff roared around him, it felt almost like he was sitting atop some draconian titan preparing to eat him. He went very pale, very quickly, and quickly joined the ranks of the Vom Squad, throwing up what felt like every meal he'd eaten in the last month, and then a bit of dry heaving because not even being empty pleased his stomach.

Finally there was orientation, and food that he mostly couldn't bring himself to eat. Sometime later he snapped back into focus, his discomfort from the buzzing energy currents and whatever weird gravitational forces were keeping him upright passing just in time to regain actual clear and intelligent thought for the introduction of the AI, which was... so cool. It was probably the only part of this whole thing that was actually exciting without even a little bit of wariness attached.

Of course what little comfort he drew from that went tumbling out the window and directly into the cold void of space when a figure fell from the sky- or rather the ceiling. Thankfully said figure, who was a self-proclaimed madman as far as Syed could tell, didn't land near him. Syed was just beginning to doubt the intruder was real, thinking this was probably the first in-person example he was going to get of another parahuman's power, an illusion designed to undermine the authority of their new handlers, when the guy was grabbed around the ankle, leading to said grabber getting kicked in the face. Not an illusion then.

Syed surprised himself, cracking the barest hint of a smile at the byplay. He wished he could kick people in the face who touched him unexpectedly. It was a true case of Tom and Jerry-esque cause and effect. The smile was quick to fade though as the situation... escalated? That kick couldn't have hurt that much could it?

The room lost all sense of control in short order, the kicked boy's companions were checking up on him, feeling vaguely like a nest of kicked snakes to Syed's senses, meanwhile a large majority of the new students and personnel vanished in pursuit of the troublemaker. Oddly it was comforting in a sense, he'd worried this would be a cold and oppressive prison in the void, but it was clear to him now that there was a precarious balance that was almost normal. The parahuman students were more powerful and volatile than he'd first believed, not to mention their numbers, and the authority figures were stony, but not tyrannical. He could see them fulfilling their roles as teachers. Most of them anyway, a few were more scowly and he couldn't meet their eyes.

Syed took the opportunity to fade to the background; the students who'd been sitting next to him had eagerly followed security out of the room, leaving him alone, and the rest of the room's focus was elsewhere. He had some space to breathe, finally. If everyday was like this he might actually manage to make it through to the end. For the first time since arriving, the tension between his shoulders lessened, and he felt he might actually bring himself to speak - if he wanted to, which he didn't.

What he did do was relax enough to really study the group at the center of it all, the two girls were hot currents to his senses, and he wasn't entirely sure if the magic hair was real or some kind of mind-trickery brought on by his ability to sense her energy getting it's wires crossed in his brain. The boy was... different. Syed had no other word for it, his energy was just... different, not like a human's, but not not like a human's either, if that made sense? Unconsciously he stood to get a better look with his eyes, taking a step closer before realizing what he was doing and freezing up, hovering at the distant edge of the trio's claimed space. Hadn't there been a fourth there earlier? Not important- he needed to evac ASAP: retreat, retreat, retreat!

His expression remained blank, apart from biting his lip that is, but the way he stood with his arms crossed and a few slow-careful steps back revealed his nerves. Needless to say, his tongue was frozen again.

This is why he never let himself relax, because as soon as he got comfortable he went and put himself somewhere he didn't want to be. It's also why he needed to stop listening to his powers, it only ever distracted him...

Speaking of distractions, how 'bout that AI huh? He withdrew his phone and responded to the AI's message:

< hey cara, sorry to bother u, but i just wondered if this stuff is normal here??

Oddly, while he'd never bother another human with his worries and desire for assurance, he thought of the AI differently. Perhaps he had some preconceived idea about them, or maybe his power's effect on his perception of things had something to do with it, but Syed rather thought Cara sounded very friendly and unlikely to be offended.
I’m withdrawing as well, sorry about the timing and all. I’d gotten a bit bored and decided I probably wouldn’t be joining season 2 anyway, but with both my main choice of interaction and the loss of potential superfriending supergirl I don’t feel I have anything left worth contributing, so I’m bowing out early as well.
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Location: Jump City - Time of Crisis I
Crisis #1.02: Anatine

Interaction(s): Star City Crisis Team
Previously: Vergō

Mon-El quickly discovered how very hard it was to stay focused during a chaotic disaster like this one; his hearing was leagues better on this planet than on Daxam, and everywhere there were frightened screams and threatening groans as the cityscape's structures quickly lost stability. They'd barely entered the city before it became too much to ignore; "Camo, land this thing!" He called abruptly, abandoning the pilot's seat and not bothering to wait for the other before slipping into the back and rolling back the side doors, flinching back at the sudden buffeting wind billowing through the group. "KQ, you're with me!"

He dove from the edge without thought, immediately catching himself in the air and bolting towards a pair of construction workers dangerously close to throwing themselves to a messy death in their maddened state. In a flash he had the two men separated and bound in ropes from the construction site. He only spared a moment to inspect them and listen to Worm’s diagnosis before moving on.

Q caught up quicker than he thought she would, skipping across the air as she stepped from temporal platform to temporal platform. The two of them landed together at the base of a skyscraper that had been crashed into by a bus. Concrete was crumbling from the sides and a large crack carved halfway up the building, all the windows blown out. Q caught a large slab of debris just before it hit the ground, totally obliterating it’s momentum and allowing her to drop it without further damage.

Mon-El shot her a quick grin, ”Nice work Q,” he complimented. He glanced around with his x-ray vision as he caught her up on Worm’s observations. ”The clouds we saw on the news must be nanites, they’re implanting themselves in anyone they can find and messing with their heads. There must be something nearby that’s controlling them, but I’m not sure what-” He was cut off by a roaring overhead, looking up just in time to see a swarm pour out of a large airplane, clearly having just affected everyone inside.

”Shit me,” Q said faintly, also looking up as the plane began to nose dive - directly towards the suspension bridge. It’s current course set it to catch it’s wing on one of the suspension towers and then be sent spinning into a cluster of glass skyscrapers. Neither of the two needed to even look at each other to simultaneously put the search for the source of the nanites on hold. If that plane was allowed to crash, thousands could die.

Q began running upwards on her invisible platforms once again, and Mon-El launched himself into the sky, moving to intercept before it could crash. For several long moments he feared he wouldn’t make it, which drove him to fly faster than he had ever believed he was even capable of, and then he was in the way of the plane’s head, throwing out his arms to catch it. His speed, his strength, his stamina, they were all untested on this world, so needless to say, he surprised even himself when he managed to not only hold on, but also push back against the momentum. The nose cone crumpled under his hands, the metal tore in odd places and gouged across his suit- but thankfully his impenetrable skin kept him relatively unharmed. He was pretty sure he’d have a concussion from the way his head bounced after colliding though.

It wasn’t enough, as he quickly found out, the plane was going too fast and he couldn’t muster enough strength to slow it in time…

Then the plane began to turn.

Some force caught the other side of the plane, directing it’s descent carefully away from the bridge and towards the shallows of the city’s waterfronts. Using his x-ray vision to see through the plane, Mon-El was awed to see it was Q who was helping him.

Her ability was as untested as his own, they knew she had the power to create fields of temporal energy that froze everything within it in a sort of space-time bubble, but the scale and utility of such a gift was a mystery.

She stood in the air over the bridge on an undetectable platform, created by pausing a thin layer of the atmosphere in time, and had one hand clutching her head from the strain and the other arm outstretched towards the plane to direct her focus. Mon-El couldn’t say for sure, but given the vibrations from the pull, he’d guess Q was freezing time around multiple air bubbles at once in order to realign it through subtle nudges rather than risk tearing it apart.

He hurried to help her, changing from trying to completely force the plane back and reduce momentum to pushing it sideways and away from the bridge all together. If they could just point it in the right direction they could use the water to do most of the work in absorbing the impact, and simultaneously have it settle where the sea wasn’t deep enough to swallow it whole and drown everyone inside.

”Mon-El!” Worm suddenly cried in his head, ”You’re moving too quickly, the wing-!” A horrible wrenching sound interrupted, and Mon-El had just enough time to see the wing rip itself free and fly up into the air at a highly unlikely angle… right before it’s engine exploded.

The force of it set the plane on the right course, maybe a bit skewed to the wrong side, but it also blew them from the sky. Q lost her concentration immediately and went dazed and flying through the air over the side of the bridge, and Mon-El was caught by a chunk of shrapnel right in the face, and tumbling through the air, unsure which way was up, head throbbing from the unexpected collision.
What’s that? A bird? A plane?! An anticlimactic writers block post from the legion at nearly four in the morning?! You bet your ass it is!
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V A L O R - | - | - K I D Q - | - | - C A M O - | - | - T W O L F

Mon-El uDaksam - | - | - Jazmin Cullen - | - | - Reep Daggle - | - | - Brin Londo


Location: Jump City - Time of Crisis I
Crisis #1.01: Vergō

Interaction(s): Upcoming with Star City Crisis Team
Previously: Familiar #1

"Matthews!" 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. "Shut that behind you." She commanded, stepping back to allow him fully into her office.

"Er, you need something Captain?" 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. "I've got my eyes on you, Detective. I don't know what your deal is, but you need it sorted out." 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.

"I've received an order from Internal Affairs." 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? "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?"

Well... no. "Uh, no Ma'am?" So eloquent, that wasn't suspicious at all.

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

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

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

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

Worm seemed to debate on an answer for a moment before responding; "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?"

"Ah sprock, I knew that wasn't normal!" 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. "Ugh," he groaned, "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." They were not ready to pick a fight on this scale, they had no experience to draw on at all- and Lazon only barely counted!

"Right away Mon-El."



”Oh my god, yes! 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.

”We really are going to Star then?!” Q demanded exuberantly, but the question was obviously rhetorical. Why else would they need transportation like this for the whole team? ”Sweet! Let’s deck this poser’s face in!” 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. ”You guys look great!” 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.

”Oh yes, this is going to be good.” 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.
WW said fuck the police!

Finally, the careful tiptoeing is behind her and she can go fuck shit up! :P
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