Fabruary 26th, 3:36 PM EST
Watchwoter, Earth's Atmosphere
Two figures stood in the Watchtower, a space station put together to serve as the base of operations for the Justice League. That was what they called themselves. Rather, that's what Preston liked to call them, no matter what they thought of the name.
"So, where next?"
In the years that had passed, with the trials faces and the fires doused, Preston had become almost an entirely new man. What was once a careful, yet mild mannered astronomer was now a man who has had his curiosity sated, and his quest for the next thing was tempered by his desire to create peace. Some would call him rather boring, but the more Preston dove into his work as a Green Lantern, the more he discarded the man underneath the mask.
"Preston, I think we've done enough peace-keeping missions on earth. You hardly treat other planets like this." The one exception was Sotra, but Catalea would consider her planet a home to Preston as well. She had yet to get acquainted with Earth like he had with Sotra. Her mask clicked to disengage, and the hero of the Vespasian people looked upon the planet below them with naked eyes.
"Besides. I've seen Paris, Kyoto, Washington, Central City, Rio, Switzerland, many in between and far beyond. Where else will we go?" Between their missions, taking care of various criminals that they had come into contact with in their travels, he really did show her many great places around the earth. Despite this, Preston didn't feel like it was enough. Like he was missing something that she had to see to witness another facet of beauty on the planet he called home.
Preston racked his brain trying to think of a new location. Themiscyra was not only a place already traveled to, but off limits. Period. Well, at least to him. Catalea, being an honorable warrior, was allowed in as she pleased. Not even his title of Green Lantern and super powered superstar of the planet would make the warrior women budge. Genovia was going under some internal redevelopment, not to mention it being another isolationist country.
A smile worked it's way to his features. Without saying anything, Preston spun on his heels and began to walk away from his wife.
"Hey!" She let out after having noticed him walking away.
Still he said nothing. He was rather quiet as she followed him with annoyance.
Preston's little walk led them to a large computer in the Watchtower. Technically the computer belonged to Zoey, but she wasn't around. Not that she'd care anyways. With several taps on the keyboard of the monster of a computer, he issued a broadcast to a certain under water city.
"Hey, Orin? You there?" Preston spoke up, his wife quirking an eye brow.
She rememebred Orin, king of the seas. He was there at the wedding. Charming man, noble.
"It's Preston. I was wondering if me and Cat would do a little tour of Poseidonis. One of the last corners of the world I have left to show her." Had it not been for the fact that they were in a giant metal box, very, very far away from the surface, Preston would have made the call on his own communicator. However, the advanced strength of the watchwoter's computers made shooting a signal all the way into the ocean much easier than any other option.
February 28th , 3:36 PM EST
Poseidonis University, Lycus Dorm
It was back to the books. For real, this time. No more powers, no more gadgets, no more patrols. It was school. Normalcy. To be quite honest, Virgil was having a blast. This was something he never had in Dakota. If it wasn't the gangs, it was his powers, and if it wasn't his powers, it was something else. Now it was just him.
But that wasn't a bad thing.
He had school, he even had friends. He was doing well. While his grades were rather normal during his first leg of time there at the university, when he put away his distractions and double life, he had time to focus on his academics and smash them out of the water. He wasn't on the same level as Richie, but Virgil Hawkins was a damn smart kid.
He sat by the doorway of the Lycus dorm, his back against the building and a notebook in his hands. Electrical engineering and physics were his zone, and he was going to make sure that all of his work from now on was better than anything that came before it. After all, he had to make up for lost time.
February 28th, 12:02 PM
Harper Heights, San Francisco
The city was on its way to being hers
Who knew that all you had to do to strongarm city officials was abduct them in your alien powersuit that you found in El Paso so many years ago? Well, Patty had an idea about that.
Her generals, her favored allies, started out as a group of idiots who were also gifted great power. They just needed to be put in line, and to have their perspectives changed a little. The Five Fighters, a surprisingly coordinate group of hustlers with powers given to them by some supernatural means, were gifted not only in abilities, but weaponry.
She took the lead, of course. Apex, the most powerful villain on the west coast, worked hard to intimidate and scare anyone and everyone with political power. The Five Fighters ushered in a wave of crime with skill and grace. Patricia Palomo, a newcomer to the scene, kept her head low. She had the money, she was getting the influence, but her pride was getting the better of her.
As fun as it was to push congressmen around, she wanted that podium. She wanted the city in her hands directly. Night after night she mulled over her plans for the future. Her son, first and foremost, was growing up. She didn't want him in this business. Not this life. He would find his path, and she would set the light on it so he could walk it unimpeded.
She sat in her office. Shotaro stood by the door, the other four were posted around the city, making sure their growing empire was running like a train.
A pen twirled between her skilled fingers. One one hand, Patty could be the new face of San Francisco. She could use the will of her mafia to get whatever she wanted done, and when things didn't work out, Apex could take a visit. However, people would connect the dots at some point. By then, would it really matter? The city in her hands, metahumans, hustlers, and workers at her disposal, proxy after proxy. What could go wrong?
For now, the question would have to remain unanswered. Patty removed herself from her chair. Shotaro, ever the loyal guardian and leader of his team, stiffened his shoulders and watched her leave the office. A quick word to him made him relax and take his departure as well. However, he didn't leave the house. Tobias was Shotaro's other priority, and sometimes the bosses had the strangest requests. Like "straight chillin".
Patty returned to the living room of her house to see her son and her second in command butting heads over something trivial. She didn't care. When you had as much money and power as she did, why would you care about anything? It was good to relax a little. Be a little normal.
And normal meant that it was pizza night.