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Rita Rexen:

Having left Kyle with his legs stuck in the ground, Rita had smoked four cigarettes, best part about her powers was that her lungs didn't take damage from the accursed things. She had been addicted to them since she was 10 years old, when Sarah Dawner, the cool girl in school had stolen her older brother's pack of unfiltered ones. God, those things were vile. Finishing the fourth one, waiting for the ARC session to almost start, she put her lighter back in her leather jacket, before heading inside. She found her way into the changing room, getting out her training suit. The thing was ugly as hell, which was why she wore her boots and jacket over it. Pulling the hood attached to the jacket over messy hair, she made her way to the main hall.

Stewart was calling on them all, she was on the All Star Suquadron, lead by the Silver Banshee – a girl with a lot of fight in her, a woman after her own fist, as it was. And the Boy Manhunter. She would have much rather fought S'tan, than had to take orders from the brat. She would rather tie his shapeshiting limbs into a tie around his neck.

Then again – Kieran Kent was the leader of the other team. Testing herself against the youngest member of the Superman Dynasty was something that made her lips curl into a grin. As the simulation started, S'tan began barking orders, Rita didn't listen, only taking in the howling fjord the simulation had created. She could feel the snow on her skin – she hated snow. She rather would be at a beach in California, or in a desert somewhere in the middle east.
"We'll split the team into multiple squads, to try and deal with as many objectives at once as we can. Alpha team will be composed of Amethyst, Richard, and Rita. Your job is to take down Kieran. The Kryptonian is their biggest gun; without him, they'll be demoralized and easier to defeat. Once we're closer I'll be able to telepathically scan the base and determine his location, and then relay that information to you." 

Were the only words she gathered. She would fight the wonder boy, of course, she didn't care about knowing where he was. She wouldn't need to know. He would come find her, or his team would be decimated under her fist and lose the simulation. She got out her finger-less leather gloves from her pocket, putting them on as she tightened the strap around her wrist. “I've got the Kryptonian. You guys make sure he doesn't cheat and squeel for help.” Rita told the two magic users.

***

Julian Luthor:

Once he and Kyle had left Kyle's room – rather, once Kyle had stopped sobbing so they could leave, Julian patted Kyle on the shoulder, the boy going rigid as Julian did for a moment, as Julian laughed a little, quite pleased with the fact that his invention had worked. Before the two made their way to the ARC reactor, they had gone into Julian's room, left his backpack with new gadgets, and gotten a steel cased briefcase that Julian's robotic arm carried. Once the two got into the ARC, Julian noticed the pressence of several others, he waved at Kieran, before heading down to get changed.

He changed into his suit, and got out the gold plated steel colorer titanium belt, that contained most of his field-ready inventions. The utility belt was slung over his shoulder and clapsed together with the bottom half over his chest, showing the Luthor Insignia over his heart. He recalled his conversation with Kieran when he had designed it – it was him saying that you didn't have to be made of steel to have your family crest on your chest.
Once they were their suits, Julian listened to Stewart, the well esteemed Green Lantern. A man who had single handedly saved entirely solar systems. John was everybit the hero Superman was, yet, people didn't seem to give him the same respect they would if Krypton's Last Son was the one teaching. The rules were set, Julian was on the same team as Kieran and Kyle, his friends, and they were led by the Super, plus Aiden, Aiden was almost as brilliant as Julian, and Julian agreed that despite his own mental prowess, Aiden had more experience in the A.R.C. Him not being made leader of the exercise didn't bruise his ego, even if he would've been amused to do a Luthor Kent dreamteam.  The simulation started as they walked into the main room, and their leaders began barking orders. 

Aiden ordered Julian to tend to the data files, of course he did. Julian wouldn't have minded being on the front lines, but him tending to the tech was the smart play. He didn't complain. Well, not till after Kieran had spoken up, and Kyle was B-lining it for the exit. “I have one adjustment. I need a lookout. The hacking's gonna be tricky, even for me, I need someone watching my back. Kyle's the logical choice. He knows what I can handle, and when I'd need to cry for help, while he's not a immediate threat to the others – he'd sneak under the radar.” Julian prompted. It sounded like he was looking after his friend, he did, partly. But he was really dictating the superior strategy. He did need someone to watch his back, and Kyle was the best option for more reasons than he let Aiden and Kieran know.

The teams split up to their objectives, Julian carried his briefcase, still. His watch on his wrist lit up, reveling a holographic map of the compound. Proctor Todd had used this program in several of his capture the flag routines, and in nuclear disarming scenarios. In both of which, the map had been lined with limb splitting traps. The young man didn't expect the same from the Green Lantern, whom was a man of honor and fairness.

“Kyle?” Julian spoke, hoping to find his friend behind him once they had split from the group.
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