Sep

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

"Yes." She sighed, pulling the lightsaber to her belt with her outstretched hand. Not moving closer to Kresst. "The kind of men they were, I can imagine that they would have tried to bring me in again." Mevenn paced, anger threatening to spill out of her again when she heard movement at the door to her little training bay.

"That's not entirely true Commander." Mach stood at the door, helmet and armour off in just the plain black jumpsuit clones wore underneath their armour. "We're bonded to you, in the same way we're bonded to eachother." Mach sighed. "The truth is if you had lost all will, and if trying to talk you down didn't yield any results. We would have changed to lethal fire. You know all our moves, everything we could possibly do. If I had to give the order to protect them I would, but I've watched your helmet footage. There's nothing you could have done that you didn't already try. You disarmed them, you pushed them out of the way. What happened was not your fault."

Mevenn scoffed, she tried to speak. Opening her mouth but nothing was coming out of it. Eventually she barged across the room, straight past Kresst, and embraced Mach. He seemed initially taken aback by the hug, arms sprayed outwards. Given a couple of seconds he returned the hug, placing one hand on the back of Mevenns head as she started to sob into his shoulder.

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Drug

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

I'm back Baby.

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Freezing

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

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PART ONE: ROGUE TAKEOVER

^{THE CALM}

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... while the Flash was occupied in the Badlands fighting the infamous Weather Wizard it appears that several criminals broke into Iron Heights prison to free Hydroman. Reports are still coming in at the time but it appears as if the prison break was orchestrated by Heatwave as well as another individual who used some form of cold gun technology.

Iris sighed as she continued typing into her LexBook. She was tired, the fight with Weather Wizard had taken a lot out of her, Christmas was coming. She looked outside her window to see fresh snow falling outside. It calmed her, something about the snow was so pure and innocent. Like the earth beneath it was being reborn. Leaning back she raised her right hand to rub the bridge of her nose, massaging away the migraine that she could feel building within her head. How had she been so foolish to think that Weather Wizard was doing anything other than playing her? She was going to have to come up with some kind of early warning system, rather than simply relying on Jay, in order to direct her movements. Stumbling around in the dark wasn’t exactly working out for her, and it’s not as if she had super hearing like other heroes she knew.

As a door banged she closed the lid of the laptop, eying the redheaded interloper that was currently residing in her apartment. ‘Cousin’ Wally, who was actually her Nephew. She still felt bad for not telling the kid the truth, that her piece of scum brother was his father instead of Uncle Joe who was an upstanding member of the community, or at least he had been. From what she had been gleaming from Wally he had taken retirement from the Keystone PD pretty hard, hitting the bottle as he didn’t really know who he was anymore. The kid was going through a tough time, she just… she just wished that Barry was still around. He would know how to connect with him, Iris knew how to find a story but that was pretty much the range of her expertise. “Hi Wally.”

The teen didn’t even look up from his phone, murmuring a very pathetic “Hey” as he continued his way into the kitchen fixing himself something up to drink.

“What did you do today?” She heard a sigh from the kitchen, and could only assume he was rolling his eyes at his cousin attempting to make small talk.

“Not a lot. Did some school work, watched the news.”

“Central City News?”

Wally came up to her as a he let out a breathe laugh. This was going to be interesting. “No offense Cuz, but that isn’t really a reliable News Service. I mean don’t get me wrong a lot of the stuff is good, but most of the time it’s just ‘Flash Fan Club!’-” He raised his hands defensively. “-Now don’t get me wrong, I think the Flash is great. I have to admit I’m in love with the new lightning bolt look on the outfit. I have to say though that the News does seem to be missing a beat in other areas. Have you noticed the decrease in crime recently?”

Now it was her time to scoff. “Of course I have, I’m a reporter. I’ve been reporting on the decrease in crime, it’s attributed to the Flash. A lot of the big stuff she’s handled, leaving the police free to devote resources to other pursuits such as investigations and petty crime.”

Wally shook his head. “Did you hear about the break in at Iron Heights?”

“I’m writing a report on it right now.”

He nodded along. “I think that’s proof.”

“Of?”

“Come on Iris, do I really need to spell it out?”

“Humour me.”

“I think the criminals are getting smarter. The Flash has been around for over a year now. She’s dealt with different Metas along the way, fought the Surfer, Heatwave, Manfred Mota and a handful of other bad guys as well as petty criminals. She’s a pretty public figure and people are learning how she operates, and take that into account. Surely the whole distraction method proves that.”

A gear was knocked out of place in her head as the gears came grinding to a halt. This couldn’t be the case could it? Was it possible that she was just taking the clumsy criminals off the street, making it easier for the smarter criminals to keep moving untouched? If this was the case there was a massive criminal element gaining power without her seeing it. Just then there was an explosion, followed by the lights going out. Jumping up she ran, at a normal speed, to grab her camera. “I have to go Wally. Stay here.”

“Where the hell are you going?”

“Hey. A girls gotta eat.” She closed the door behind her, and that’s where she really took off.

What do you want out of the PW?

I think while not necessarily GMs there should be people reading everything as well who maybe report to the GM team, so that if anything dodgy happens it can be jumped on asap.

Rather than require retconning.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

I shall finish my post tonight/tomorrow then. I was on pause while this discussion came up.

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Drive

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Wraith

Hater

Last of the Jedi (EliteCommander and Sep)

Flashes of anger and pain. Fighting together on Geonosis, Abafar, Kuat and many other worlds. Time spent in the trenches huddled together for warmth, for safety. Mevenn heard the tiny clawed feet as Kresst entered the hold, likely having been alerted to what was going on by the explosion. Now she couldn't even control her own damned ability, what kind of soldier was she? What kind of Jedi? Kresst didn't understand, saying that she did what she was trained to do. She hadn't, she had defended herself and killed her brothers and her friends. There had to have been another way, some way to break whatever mind control had been used on them. Some way to incapacitate them without killing them. They were her brothers, almost in the way to which they were to eachother.

Mevenn lifted her head, anger came off her in waves, tears still ran down her cheeks. "I did what I had to do?"

She visibly scoffed. "We're trained to be soldiers, peacekeepers. We're meant to be the most honourable and skilled individuals the Republic has to offer. Yet when something happens, something truly awful instinct kicks in and everyone winds up dead." She stood up and began to pace. "I didn't do what I have to do, no. What I had to do was - I had to." She slammed her fist into the wall as she struggled to come up with a solution to what happened. "I had to de-escelate the situation. That's what I had to do, I had to- Find a way to snap them out of it. No. What I did was what I was trained to do."

"Ugh." Mevenn reached down and pulled her lightsaber from her belt, tossing it to Kresst. "Maybe you should hold onto that. Make sure I don't kill you, since apparently that's what I do now. Kill people I work with, people who I trust with my own life."