Sep

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

Mevenn was silent. Much as she would have hated to actually verbally admit it but Kresst had a point. There was no way the troopers she knew like kin were traitors. No way they would turn on her, she knew better than most the bond that clones shared among one another and she had been lucky enough to become a sister to this band of clones. There was no possible way in which they would betray her, especially not in the way they had. Cooler heads often prevailed, this was an instance of it. She could sense the darkenss Kresst was speaking off as well, something dark was afoot and they had to know what.

Mevenn turned her head to the pilot. "Do it. Relay the message to my helmet." She turned to Kresst before he could counter her argument. "I need to do this Master. I need to know."

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

Mevenn was about to jump at the chance of listening to the transmission that turned the best people she knew into traitors. She almost winced as Kresst raised his voice, his usual gentle demanour mometarily replaced with a sense of urgency as he described that Mach had been meant to recieve a priority order from Coruscant. Only that the cave system had prevented him from recieving the order, as had the subsequent damage to his helmet. He spoke up first. "I don't see how an order could turn my men into traitors. Maybe it wasn't actually them, we've seen droids wear clone armour before. It's not out of the question."

Mevenn shook her head, fighting to keep her voice even and controlled. "Droids don't have the same presence in the Force, it's harder to gauge their actions than it is of a living organic being. If they had merely shot at me, and I had the chance to retreat without having my hand being forced to..." She fought to pick the right word, a word she could say. "-Go on the offensive. I may have agreed with you." She turned to Kresst. "Do you think that this order could have something to do with it? Mach is the only one out of the squad to not hear it, and he is the only one not to turn on us. Though how could an order do that?"

"I think you're forgetting a possibility Commander." Mevenn turned her head to the Clone, confused.

"What if they weren't the traitors? What if it's you?"

Star Wars: Western Frontier

@Korkoa I'm going to say no to teleportation. Force Adept is fine.

To everyone else I'm going to spin the wheel of plot tomorrow.

Star Wars: Western Frontier

Haven
^MIDDAY

Tavick approached the edge of the city. He had never seen a city, but from stories he doubted many of them were like this one. It looked as if it had been dropped already pre-built into the middle of the desert. The sands forming banks as they blew against the outer limits of the city. He placed a firm, yet gentle, hand on the neck of his mount - beast known as a Yamen, he knew it was Windwalker. A ship passed overhead and he concentrated on the power of the Ashla to help calm her, she was unused to the flying contraptions that inhabited the 'civilised' parts of the Galaxy. Like most beasts belonging to the Sijin she had been raised far off into the desert through the storms that protected their land. He wasn't entirely sure if he was trying to calm himself, or Windwalker. It had been so long since he had interacted with anyone besides the Sijin, but the fact that he had had interactions in the past was the reason he was chosen.

Tavick merely looked like an outcast and a wanderer, having never being raised from birth as a Sijin the elders had reservations about him wearing their traditional garb, he could blend in with the other miscreants that they knew to inhabit the planet. To go out and search why the Ashla and Bogan were in such conflict, with the Bogan threatening to over power everything. The fragile balance of their world was in the balance. As they entered the city limits the city felt as if it was on edge. Men patrolled in plastoid white uniforms, people spoke in hushed tones as they approached. There was a genuine sense of fear flowing through the city. Hearing the inmistakable sounds of a tavern, the smells and the telltale signs of drunk patrons Tavick tied Windwalker to a nearby post. Stroking her head slightly before walking in.

The smell of filth immediately assaulted his senses, the dust, stickly smell of vomit and the unmistakable stench of cigarra smoke assaulted him within the dim lit confines of the tavern. Behind the bar stood a large being with four arms, a large bulging stomach. He was pouring four drinks simultaneously, a seasoned veteran at his trade. Tavick walked up to the bar and placed a credchit on the bar. Waiting for the bartender to finish, once he had he moved back over and eyed the chit suspiciously. "A Republic credit?"

The being shrugged before placing it to a pouch hanging below his stomach. "What'll it be friend?"

"I'll have whatever beer you serve, and access to a holonet terminal if you've got one?" One of the beings hands worked beneath the counter, pulling a bottle out of an unseen fridge before opening it with an opener he procured in his other hand, placing it on the counter.

"I don't have no-terminal. Though if you want information, you've come to the right place. What do you need to know?"

Tavick took off his hat and placed it on the stool next to him. "Who won the war?"

The bartender starting laughing a jolly, heavy laugh. Slowing down as he noticed the serious look on the strangers face. "You're kidding aren't you friend? That was five years ago." He shrugged. "I guess in some way, the Empire won."

"The Empire?"

The bartenders hands worked below the counter, this time taking out two small glasses and filling them both with a liquid bronze. Sliding one towards Tavick, the barman took the first shot.

Tavick nodded his thanks before pouring his down his throat, it burned it's way down to the pit of his stomach and he had to fight the reflex to not shake his head in disgust. As Tavick moved his hand to his pocket to withdraw a credit the bartender merely shook his head.

"that ones on the house friend, it's going to be a long story."

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Pictured here: Sep Rocking back up to the Party.

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

A sense of betrayal and confusion, confliction and fear, radiated from Mevenn. She trusted Mach with her life, like she had all the other clones. That however did not change the fact that they had turned on her. They had been her brothers in arms, they had served together faithfully throughout the course of the Clone Wars. Then they had just turned on her, as if none of that had mattered. If nothing they had done together mattered, the times they had saved eachothers lives. Lay side by side in the rain, camped down trying to get what little sleep they could while the war marched on around them. All of that was gone.

She took a deep breath, centering herself. "I was in the woods. I was fighting some form of darkside user, he spoke in riddles. The end of the Jedi, that we had already won the war. I didn't think much off it, I just assumed he was some form off new Separatist soldier, some form of adept to counter the numbers of the Jedi. Or maybe some former acolyte of Count Dooku, perhaps his would be replacement?" She shrugged. "Once I was finished with him, the rest of the squad showed up. Without saying anything they attacked me." Mevenn was glad for her helmet at this point, as tears were beginning to form in her eyes. She silently wished she hadn't removed the voice filter on the helmet, as her voice began to crack up.

"It was me or them."

A sob escaped her.

"They were my brothers, and my friends. I had no choice." Mevenns head dropped, shame filling her.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

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PART ONE: ROGUE TAKEOVER

^{LIGHTNING IN A STORM}

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If Weather Wizard was feeling nostalgic after getting out of prison, then he was just going to love the reunion she had planned.

Iris ran against the winds, as she reached the edge of the storm the air became cool. She could feel the wind fighting against her, trying to push her back. Rain began to fall, splashing off ground as it struck the harsh surface of the badlands. She ran straight at Weather Wizard, intending to take him out before he even noticed she was there however as she started to get close Iris noticed that he raised a hand to the side and a massive gust of wind hit her right side. She went tumbling away, feeling as if she had just been hit by a car. Rolling with the wind she came into a crouch looking right at Mardon.

“Give up now Mardon. I’ve already beaten you once before, don’t make this worse than it has to be.”

Pushing herself onto her feet as there was a clap of thunder she charged Mardon, a bolt of lightning striking the ground behind her. She felt the surge of power as the electricity dissipated into the ground.

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Snart crouched behind the seat, pushing his feet against the seat behind him. Bracing himself as the bus shook from the impact, he nodded over at Mick who stood up suddenly, running down between the rows of seats and out of the door. He could hear the sound of flame being thrown from the modified flamethrower Heatwave used. Standing up himself, Leonard Snart walked down between the rows of seats. Stopping to pat their driver on the shoulder. “Good job, Overdrive.”

The kid looked up at him, through that emotionless helmet and nodded. “I’ve done my part.”

“Now we’ll do ours, five minutes. Keep the engine running.” The sounds of alarms could be heard by this point, he looked down at the watch that sat on his wrist. By all estimates based on her takedown of Mota, takedown of Heatwave while he was enhanced by the Silver Surfer and her subsequent injured travel time to New York they had approximately ten minutes where it would take her to beat and subdue Weather Wizard, learn about their current operation and then arrive in time to stop it. Five minutes gave them a safety net, should Mardon fail to hold her for a full ten minutes. Besides, the job shouldn’t take too long anyway.

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Iris jumped into the air to try and grab Mardon, she had initially moved in for a punch but the wind had picked up behind him and raised him into the air. Obviously since the last time that Iris had thrown him in jail he had decided to go out and learn some new tricks. Jumping into the air she could see the smirk on his face as she was obviously going to fall short. Arms at her sides she spun them, casting herself into the air after him.

The two collided in a mess of limbs as he knocked her off course, the two falling onto the dirt. Rolling to the side as she heard a particularly nasty gust of wind coming towards her she winced as he back was hit by a shower of hail. It felt like getting hit by thousands of BB Pellets. Iris pushed herself back onto her feet and focused on the vibrations within her body. The pellets dropping straight through her without hurting her. Iris smiled as she looked at Mardon. “You’re not the only one that’s learned new tricks Mardon.” She spun as the pellets continued to pound into the ground, bouncing up and away. Carving into the ground. Iris turned and started to run around Mardon, a vortex starting to form around him.

“You’re not the only one who can do that trick Flash!” Electricity flashed and sparked as he raised his Weather Wand into the air and began to spin it around in a wide circle, counter to the spin that Iris was doing. She groaned as the wind pushed back against her, thankful for the suit being at least somewhat aerodynamic. Lightning cracked all over the Badlands as the two vortexes fought with one another for supremacy. Iris could only hope that the weather was contained to the Badlands, and that it wasn’t affecting the city when she wasn’t there to prevent any major damage.

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“Think about this very carefully.” Snart gave nothing away in his body language. Gun held in one hand, raised unwavering at the guard standing in front of the door deep within Iron Heights. Behind him Heatwave guarded the rear, a corridor of scorch marks marked their trail into the guts of the prison. Now they stood before what had to be the highest security door in the place, with only two minutes to go until the five minutes were up. After that Overdrive would leave, and they’d have no quick exit. “We’ve tore through this entire facility to get here. Now you’re all that stands between us and what we came here to get. I have a timetable to keep, open the door and you won’t get hurt. Mess with my timetable and you won’t be able to collect your paycheck next week.” The guard turned, hand shaking and placed his hand on the scanner. It flashed green before there was a loud buzz and the door opened.

Avoiding smiling Snart walked through the door, nodding at Heatwave who planted the butt of his gun against the guards head with a crack. There was a whooshing of running water as a tidal wave came towards him. Snart was unmoved as he raised his gun in the air in a sign of parlay, and his other hand in a gesture to stop. The tidal wave stopped inches in front of his nose before reforming into the shape of a man.

“Who are you?”

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

Mevenn thumbed the activation stud on her lightsaber, the green blade receding intot he hilt as she let go off the Clone. Instead using the Force to lift over his weapons, clipping the blaster to her utility belt and sliding the pistol into the holster. She nodded her head to the Clone, indicating that he should go first. "I'm ready for anything now Master. Nobody else is going to jump me in the same way that they just did. No-one." She walked up the ramp behind the Clone Trooper, the little astromech droid belonging to their droid whizzing up to greet them. Obviously worried about the fact that the war was rapidly approaching the ship, and all of its occupants.

Mevenn hung back, shaken to her core belief. What kind of order could cause the Clones to betray them? They had worked together for years, some of them since the beginning of the war.

"What's going on Master? Why do I sense such fear, and suffering? Why can't I sense my Masters presence?"

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

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You know it.

Glad it looks like they're giving time to some of the less used characters from last season, though. Wonder Girl was basically just set dressing for season 2. No Tim or Barbara and a shot of Damian makes me :angry_emoji: though.

Gib Tim screentime >:(

@Superboy

People are saying it apparently isn't Damian, other people know Bat-Brats better than me, who else can it be? The look looks very Damian.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

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Ahem.

my well thought out and extensive reaction

@Superboy

Blue Beetle tho. <3

I'm more set off by the fact that apparently Wonder Woman in that universe now has that awful turtleneck costume they've been giving her in the new DC animated movies. Seriously, WTF is that supposed to be? I get if they want to get away from the old swimsuit costume, but what part of "Amazon warrior princess" includes a turtleneck and Jeff Hardy arm-stockings?

@AndyC

Who knows?