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11:28 PM, Dr. Quinn Therapy and Counseling, Gotham City


Well, you could always count on social media to bring attention to local events. Gotham City was a hard kind of place to get eventful news when monsters and demons and aliens invaded the earth every other weekend, but when the problem started to require the help of multiple heroes, that's when things started to get interesting.

It had been a late night for Harley, going over some new dossiers on villains popping out of the woodwork, as well as a handful of new heroes that were starting to make the rounds. There was only so much she could catalog from facebook and twitter about the new masked men and women taking up the streets. She'd have to actually get on the street and meet them, but that would bring up a few risks she wasn't quite sure if she wanted to deal with at the moment.

Her eyes trailed from the phone in her hands to her old baseball bat that leaned against the door frame to her office. Oh, those were the days. The heroes out there had the monster situation handled, they didn't need an oldie like her mucking up the fuck. But then again, these new kids didn't know how fights used to go down back in the day. They might need a lesson from an old vet on how to properly take care of a monster.

A smile brought itself to her lips. She knew she was smiling. She knew she probably shouldn't be, but she was. Before she knew it, her clothes were thrown to the wind, and her armor was slipped into without a second thought. just moments later, her twin pistols were locked, loaded, and her mallet was strapped to her back, ready to go.

Whenever she debated on doing something back in her early years, there was always a simple answer to that ever present "Why?"

Why the fuck not?






"Yes. I've made it to earth, I'm staying at the Justice League satallite for the time being. They've been gracious hosts, and I've done whatever I can to help them along." The voice of Preston rang through the halls of the Watchtower. Quantum entanglement communications were always helpful when speaking across galaxies, and though the Guardians of Oa would never admit it, it was just as functional as communication through GL rings. "I've... taken to staying in Dad's room. Being the one who wears his ring, it seems only fitting that during my stay here, I fill in for him while assisting the earth."

"Do tell the League I send my regards. It's been far too long since I've seen any of them." Came the voice of Catalea, The Spear. As calm and reserved as ever, with just a touch of the metallic tang that came through with Vespasian Ascension. "Please visit when you have the opportunity, vayek. There's still the matter of go-"

"I'm investigating Dad's death." He said rather abruptly, cutting off his mother with a fire in his voice that quickly died off. She didn't respond right away, and he could only imagine what his mother's face looked like at that moment. "I'm sorry. I just don't to talk about the Rites right now. If the Guardians are going to condemn me to this world until they believe I'm fit to watch over my sector, then I'm going to use that time to find out what they aren't telling us about Dad."

She waited a complete minute to respond, and spoke back to him on the second. "Preston, vayek, my son. I don't know what answers you'll find on earth. You know that your father left long ago because he had a responsibility to the rest of this sector, to his family. I'm not surprised the League kept his room intact, they were always the sentiment types. But don't stray from the path, Preston. Please." Her voice was strained. Even the hero of Vespasi, the woman who ended the planetary civil war, could be vulnerable around those closest to her. Preston had only seen his mother cry once, but he was sure that it would not be the last time.

"I will remain strong. But there has to be something, anything that could point me in the right direction. Or at the very least give me a clue on where to start. Goodbye, mom. I'll talk to you soon."

"Goodbye."

With the call ended, Preston let out a long sigh. His body slumped over the dimply lit desk that was in what was once Morgan Westfield's room. "Lantern" was printed on the door in a stylized font to let everyone know who slept there. After a long minute of contemplation and a groan of annoyance, he picked himself back up and thumbed through the journal that Morgan had left behind.

"Come on, dad. There has to be..."

Something.

Preston's eyes darted around. Even more than two weeks into his stay at the Watchtower, he didn't quite trust his alledged Partner Saraka. A Blue Lantern which the Guardians still refused to talk about. Not even Killowog and Tomar-Re knew about them. But, it looked like he was getting that clue that he had been praying for. His eyes scanned over the journal, desperately looking for more, but this would suffice for now.

two insignias. The first was the only he recognized. It was the brand of his Uncle Sinestro, a dubious man who trusted the Guardians as far as he could throw them. Though he shared fond memories with Sinestro and was told stories about how he was the mentor to Morgan, he knew that Sinestro was not a man to be trifled with.

The other was one he didn't recognize at all. It was like the Green Lantern Corps logo but turned on its side, the two parallel lines sprouted outwards like horns. Under the Logo was a single letter, drawn into the paper so hard it almost tore through into the next page.

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January 2nd, 01:20
Sector 34, High Earth Orbit


Despite over a decade now of dealing with every little insane thing the universe at large could ever hope to throw at him, and thinking himself quite hardened and/or numbed to the general madness of his life, Duncan had to admit-

Between the collection of polygons from his childhood made real at his rear, the sudden (and enthusiastic) appearance of Moe’s kid and now suddenly the arrival of a talking alien puppy who was also a shark and a Blue Lantern but also had a name that was a homonym for ‘Cute’... this was turning out to be a weird fucking day.

Still, he kept a lid on his own little internal Zoeyisms for the moment as he returned Saraka’s greeting.

”Nice ta meet’cha, Saraka.” The Kryptonian, said, extending his hand for a shake. ”Good to see Moe’s kid is in good hands.”

...And it was about that moment that Champ realized that he, on instinct, had just tried to shake hands with a quadruped— Something that probably didn’t even have that very concept due to not having actual hands.

Though his smile didn’t crack, there miiiiight have been a tiny bit of internal screaming at that.

Formal introductions were always Custos and Verra’s thing for a reason, he remembered.

Saraka, for his part, didn’t even notice the faux pas. In fact, his natural emotional connection to the Ring kicked in as The Champion offered his hand, forming a bright blue grinning shark face above Saraka’s head. Extending a fraction of his power, the Cho’Athan formed a hand-like construct and met Champion’s shake with one of his own.

”Indeed!” The alien said cheerily as the trio and their tethered ship plummeted towards the Earth. ”And it is an honor to practise shaking ‘hands’ with one of your planet’s mightiest heroes! I hope I’m doing it right!”

’Oh, God, if I bring this little guy home, Mako will literally snuggle him to death.’ The Kryptonian didn’t dare say out loud.

While Champ and Saraka traded words and a handshake, Preston was far too busy trying to comprehend the widened scope of his abilities and power. With the blue light connecting to his own green, Preston felt like he was using five lantern rings at once.

While the smallest bit of worry had resided in Preston as he made his construct around the ship, long gone were all of those worries. His constructs had been fortified, and his will was given a little extra something to it.

“INCREDIBLE!” A wide grin and a great laugh came from Preston. They had this. They could bring this ship down safely. “Let’s get this down there!”

At Preston’s enthusiasm, Duncan was quick to speak up as he finished up his hand-hardlight-shake with the Shark Pupper. Having gotten a bit of a read on his friend’s son in the past half-hour or so.

”Hey, uhh… one thing real quick there, Kiddo.” Champ made a point of interjecting before the young Lantern could get ahead of himself again this time, indicating back towards their now extremely shielded quarry. ”Would ya mind opening your barrier up a bit so I can brace against the hull? Might not be a great idea to stress-test the limits of your new abilities by having me play the part of the airbrake against them.”

Not to say he wasn’t impressed with the new Lantern, mind you. But the Canuck was acutely aware of himself... And always made a point of planning ahead just in case.

“Right, right…” Preston had to keep himself level. While the newfound power and link to Saraka was certainly something else, he had to remind himself of his years of training on Vespasi.

A Champion sized hole appeared on the front of the construct, a little larger or smaller than the real thing since Preston was eyeballing it, but he could just change it if need be. “If that’s everything, I don’t think we should keep everyone in suspense. As your legendary historical figure said just before doing something incredibly stupid yet daring, Yippe kai yay mother fuckers.”

At that, Duncan just sighed. Somebody had been using his DVD’s as educational aids for aliens again...

”Goddammit, Grim.”




January 2nd, 02:40
Somewhere over the North Atlantic


”Alright, guys, just a few ground rules before we hit Dvergrheim—” Champ said over the open channel, perched cross-legged atop the bridge and letting the Lanterns do their thing now that the danger of burning up in orbit had passed. ”One, do not, under any circumstances, crouch, kneel or otherwise make an issue of their height… unless they crack a joke about it themselves, and even then yer playing with fire.”

Shifting slightly where he sat and tapping a few buttons on his gauntlet, he continued.

”Two, they will show up armed— magitech axes, big damned arc-drivers, all that fun stuff— don’t worry about that either. They bring that stuff with them everywhere. The Canuck stood up now, still staring down at his wrist-mounted computer. ”Three; if they hand you a drink, ya knock it back it and you don’t ask questions. They’ve had wars over shit like that before.”

Finally lifting his eyes up from whatever the hell he was doing, Duncan finished.

”Any questions?”

Saraka listened intently to the ground rules laid out by Champion, by the sound of it he would rather like these Dwarves. There was one concern though.

”Yes, I have a question. I am naturally quadrupedal. Does that count as making fun of their height? Will they think I am crawling? Because I lack the ability to stand on two legs.”

”You’ll be fine. They can tell the difference.” Champ replied with a little snort. Though he tacitly left out the part about Dwarves having dogs, too.

”Yes. Should I match their disposition? Or should I stay quiet and let you handle this?” Though he was focusing much more on the task at hand, he had enough help with the ship to siphon a little focus to Champ for any last minute questions before they landed this ship down on the ground.

He knew nothing about these people that they were going to be meeting, so it seemed to be the best play for someone a little more acquainted with them and their social rules to handle most of the interactions. Preston would just sit tight and make sure that everyone went as smooth as possible.

”Eeeeh, ya don’t wanna seem like a wallflower to these folks. That’ll just encourage them into goading you into some crazy shit.” Duncan explained even further, turning his head towards the younger Lantern ”Ya don’t wanna try too hard to fit in either, though; That’ll either encourage them or piss ‘em off. Either one can land ya dead, hungover as all hell with your head in a toilet or, on occasion, engaged.”

Duncan paused at that, suddenly looking very worried.

”Also, rule four— Their women don’t have beards. Don’t ever make that joke.”

Admittedly, the context was almost certainly lost on this gaggle of aliens, but it needed to be said either way; The Dwarven terror campaign against Peter Jackson was not something he was gonna be forgetting any time soon.

That was a lot of explosions.

Duncan’s concerns mostly passed over Serene’s head. It wasn’t out of any sort of discare or anything, merely that the idea that dwarves in this world weren’t “normal” size or that there were things to really worry about, seemed more or less foreign to her. She’d mostly rested during the approach, only stirring in her command seat as Duncan spoke up. Her attention was most focused on when he spoke of their weapons. She’d pulled her hood up earlier, if it hadn’t already been up, to help with resting, so it hid the faint, almost predatory like smile that crossed her face. It wasn’t borne from maliciousness or evil intent, quite the opposite. It’s just…

...To Serene, she loved technology. Sure it made sense on the grounds she was a technomancer, not that anyone knew that...yet, but it went far further and deeper. Dragons are natural hoarders in most universes, and she wasn’t any different. But instead of hoarding gold, she collected what she deemed valuable. Gold was nice, but best used to make up other things, such as to help conduct electrical energy and the like. No, she gathered art, music, video games, but in general, the works of civilizations were her playground. So the smile? It came from her sheer desire to absorb information, to study, perhaps even touch these creations of the dwarves. But she caught herself, she couldn’t give into temptation. Not when she still didn’t know the status of her own treasury, of her own collection of relics and memories. Her eyes grew wet for a moment when a slideshow of memories shot through her mind, only to be shoved away. Finally, finally, she spoke up, her voice relaxed, calm, refined, but again without the haughtiness that one might expect, had they known her bloodline.

“Any races they’re known for having beef with, or being distrustful of? Besides anyone who insults them, of course?” It was her only question for the moment, she had others, but it was best to know if she’d have to “hide” herself further. A pair of points at her shoulder blades itched, she knew how badly that pair wanted to stretch and flex, but not yet. Not until she was certain of things.

The so-called Lion of Nova Scotia’s eyes pitched downward for a second, his Kryptonian hearing picking up on something… odd, in his mystery recuee’s voice. He’d refrained from using his x-ray vision to get a look at her earlier, half out of respect for her privacy and half, admittedly, to avoid the not-so-gentle razzing his mum’s AI would’ve given him about the act. But still, having only been separated by a few feet of hull during this whole descent, he had been listening in on what was going on in there the whole time, if only out of his mere proximity than any actual intent.

Truth be told, he still wasn’t entirely sure what to make of this ‘Rockwoman’... But he gave her the benefit of the doubt.

‘Sides, there was more than one reason they were going to Iceland of all places; Namely that if it turned out they’d accidentally brought some sort of Super Space Hitler planetside, it would be very easy to nip that one in the bud right then and there with all that Dwarven guns and gusto about the place.

Champ was the world’s token good guy. But if the past decade or so had taught him anything, it was to always have a back-up plan.

”The Fae out of Ireland tried their hand at invasion once or twice. They got the traditional Dvergr welcome, and haven’t made a go at it since.” Duncan explained with a little bit of a shrug. ”Though, outside of that, the odd skirmish with the Atlanteans and a few colourful words about the ‘Bird Men of Thanagar’, I’m not privy about any other standing grudges they’re holding onto.”

With a slight bob of his head, he added-

”Aaaand if there is, we’ll all find out very quickly as we run like hell.”

The War Birds of Thanagar. That was something that Preston understood. Another spartan race of rigid, militant souls with a penchant for space exploration and a bit of conquering. Not only had Preston had the pleasure of meeting one or two, but he also had many stories from his father about them.

“Well, the major plus that we have is that the three of us can fly. If things do go bad, then we should be able to escape with relative ease.” He certainly hoped that it wouldn’t be the case, but as they neared the ground little by little, he couldn’t help but think about the people that he would encounter down planetside.”I estimate that at our current rate, it shouldn’t be much longer until we touch town. Once we start lowing a little more, we’re really going to need the Champion to act as our break.”

Good, this worked in her favor. Not in any sort of negative way, merely that Serene could at least assess this wouldn’t turn into an alternative prologue to the Hobbit. Or that there was a version of Smaug she needed to beat into submission. Assuming she could manage without the bulk of her treasury...if her worst fears were right. Oh well, she let out a soft sigh, mentally checking her energy levels. She’d be fine for the moment, but hopefully the locals had good food, or took magic pizza as currency, assuming the box hadn’t been lost all that time ago…

Already she was performing calculations in her head. Time needed to repair the ship, to replace certain lost components, certain fightercraft she’d lost, or could use on the planet, as well as possible tactics if a fight began. She didn’t want a battle, not at all. Furthermore, she was also considering a permanent base of operations, perhaps something like her old fortress...perhaps. In the end, she placed the thoughts to her side again, and refocused on the matter at hand.

“I understand, the more information I have, the better it’ll help me to figure out my place in this world, if that makes sense.” Perhaps there would be confusion at her choice of words, but Serene had her reasons, primarily towards just ensuring her own survival, and doing the right things. She simply gazed forward now, both of her mismatched eyes seeming to glow, but it was probably just a trick of the light. All she had to do was wait, and hope for the best.

January 2nd, 01:15 AM
Sector 34, High Earth Orbit

Interacting with @DocRock @Sir Lurksalot @Korkoa

It was a good idea, or so he thought. Champ's skepticism and concern for a landing zone made Preston really wonder where exactly a good place to put this down would be. After all, to say that the ship was massive was an understatement of the highest caliber. Even if one Green Lantern and a Krpytonian were enough to haul this thing down safely, the state of the world from what Preston had gathered didn't leave much safe, open room to put something like this down without worry.

Preston gritted his teeth. He couldn't bring the ship down, he couldn't even attempt it. Even if he had a hold on it now, once this thing got moving, he knew that it was going to take some real effort in order to make the best out of the situation. "Saraka? I'm sorry I abandoned you to watch Die Hard and learn about human culture." He spoke into his ring on the standard Lantern Frequency, but only broadcasted to this star system. He didn't need the entire Corps on his back for what he was about to do. "But we could really use another Power ring to help bring down a space station."

"Champion, I hope it's not too much of me to ask that you assist as well, given that you've probably the strongest individual in this sector."




10:30PM
January 2nd, Dr. Quinn Therapy and Counseling, Gotham City


"Ya know, back in my day, We didn't get big monsters and superhero teamups." The TV clicked off with a sigh. Oh, back in her day. Things were so much different back then. "Back then, we had a crazy suit of armor who kept beating people up and an alien with eye beams, that was it!"

Laughing to herself, she couldn't help but turn the TV back on, flipping through the various channels while she sat in her own private office. It took her a long time, a lot of work, and maybe just a teensy bit of manipulation, but she was happy again. She worked in Arkham, had a cozy little office where she worked as a people's therapist and councilor, and only occasionally she went out on the town and whacked the occasional goon. These new kids and the Justice League could handle the world's problems. There wasn't really room for her brand of justice on the big scale, she didn't even really want that kind of spotlight anyways.

But...

There was always the feeling in the back of her mind that she still wasn't quite done with the big leagues...

"Breaking news!" The news chimed. Harley jumped, not having expected for this to happen. "The massive space station which had been detected only many hours ago is now close enough to be seen by the naked eye. After the battle with the Hydra only two hours ago in Metropolis, the people hope that the Justice League will be able to stop it from crashing into the earth."

Wow. What an open and informative bit of news. That never happens. Well, whatever happens, the Justice Pals will bail humanity out from being demolished by a massive...

Wait, was that the Great Fox?
he skidaddled until the plot needed him again
There were two options that immediately sprang to mind. Either they could drop her straight down, as slowly as possible, or that could arc the ship around the earth, spiraling downwards until they eventually hit the ground. Either option had its pros and cons, but they didn’t exactly have a whole lot of time to discuss and debate.

As for places to land, there were more than a few. Something told him that he should avoid the massive purple scar that marked the center of North America.

Things would have been better if Saraka, his supposed handler and fellow ring-slinger were here, but he would have to make due with one of the strongest beings in this sector, possibly the whole cluster of sectors.

“Miss serene. I’m going to try to cradle you and bring you down. This is... admittedly a big ship, but you and your crew will all be safe. We’ll figure out what happens after you land once we get there.”

His plan had already been cemented in his mind, not even stopping to think about what Champion would have to say on the matter.

His ring was aimed forward, and from it was a streak of green light, that spread far and wide around the....

Wait.

“I GOT IT!” He couldn’t believe he didn’t think of this sooner!

While the cradle he made still took hold of the ship, from the sides came large wings and thrusters. Essentially, he was making a ship around the ship to help guide and steer it down.

“Alright. I’m going to fly you down. Hold onto something.”
January 1st, 8:06 PM
Midtown Metropolis


Preston. There is a small object descending dangerously fast through the stratosphere. His ring chimed in unexpectedly. Strange, reports like that didn't usually come in when it came to small objects. Meteors and such normally burnt up and out in atmospheres like Earth's. So what was-

BOOOOOOOOOM

Before Preston had the time to react, quicker than his eyes could process, a massive impact had gone straight through Preston's cage and into the hydra, leaving a sizeable crater for even the hydra itself. Preston, forced to sum up his will and focus, dropped the cage and forced himself to stay still as the wave of air from the impact threatened to send him flying back. The dust could barely settle, Preston threw his cage up once again, but it was short lived. A streak of red light shot out, and as Preston was finally able to get a good look at what was going on, the first was already over.

"I'm sorry I'm late, is everyone alright?"

So this was the fabled Champion of Mankind. Morgan told Preston many stories about the heroes of earth, and always testified that Champ was a good man. Though Morgan had never said it, it was men like Champ and Grim that helped in Morgan's decision to leave earth. The planet was in good hands.

Preston could only stare in awe at the man who took down a monster that was keeping the multitude of them busy. He didn't even break a sweat! Though, this was a Kryptonian. One of the last, if not the sole survivor of the entire race.

"We are. Er, at least I am. Thank you for the help, Champion." A fist pounded gently Preston's chest, and the young man bowed to Champ as a sign of gratitude. "If you don't mind, I detected something in Earth's atmosphere that needs some checking out. I hope it's not out of my boundaries to do so? I'm thinking a ship of some sort, my ring declared it foreign, a vague term is doesn't use lightly."

He wanted to get right to work, to help these people and prove to the Guardians that he was more than capable of watching over his sector. But...

"I don't suppose any of you would like to check it out with me?"




January 2nd, 01:00 AM
Sector 34, High Earth Orbit


So this was what the ring had picked up. A ship. Strangely designed, but not entirely impractical. Judging by how Champ reacted as soon as he saw it, this must have been familiar to him on some level.

It only seemed stranger that as Champ carried out a conversation with his AI that this wasn't even a real ship. At least, it shouldn't be. It was from a video game that Champ had played in his younger days. Preston had no idea what the big floating monkey head was about, but he had to trust the people of earth. Still, that made this so strange. Was this ship designed after that video game ship? Or could this have been what the game was modeled after?

Preston decided to stay quiet for now, choosing to investigate the surrounding area and wonder about the origins of the ship. Well, he couldn't stay quiet for long. If this thing truly was going to crash into earth, then it must be dead in the water.

"Ring, broadcast on open frequencies, short range." Hopefully they had a working radio or communicator in there somewhere. "This is The Champion and The Green Lantern, two protectors of Earth. If anyone is alive in there, please show activity. We only wish to bring you down to earth safely."
January 1, 8:02 PM

Midtown Metropolis


When it was still somewhat focused and determined, Preston knew it was better to lay down some suppressive fire to distract the creature instead of doing anything large and drastic to disrupt the other heroes working on taking down the monster. If he were to have walled it in while someone else was preparing an attack, Preston couldn't predict the outcome of two or more heroes getting in each others way. It was best he stay behind and let them take the lead. This was their planet, after all.

But his opinion began to change when one of them cast what could only be described as magic, and sent the monster into a blind rage. Obviously it hurt the creature enough for this to happen, but there was no telling where the fight was go from here. It's movements were erratic, violent, and even more determined than before to bring the city to ruin.

"I'm going to box it in!" Or at the very least he was going to try. A massive creature that size would need a hell of a box to contain it, and Preston doubted his own abilities to make a construct that big and to be able to hold it.

Now that he was thinking of other heroes, where was Saraka? He said he was here to help and protect Preston, and this was absolutely a situation where any help was welcome. Surely the shark-wolf wouldn't have just gone on his own in the few hours that Preston had been using the train and watch movies, so where was he?

There was no time to think about that. Preston swooped down closer to the Hydra, his ring pointed forward. Doubts or not, this was what he had to do, he had to at least try, and if Saraka wasn't here, then oh well. Preston would still get the glory of the battle.

From the ring shot forth a beam of emerald green light, which spread far and wide to try to capture the writhing mess of tendrils and heads. He clenched his teeth, his resolve steeling more with each passing moment. He wouldn't allow this creature to harm earth!
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