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- !ai,
- !plot: end of the world news,
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- b5,
- bart allen,
- caden holloway,
- captain picard,
- chris ramirez,
- danny phantom,
- dark smoke puncher mcninja,
- hellion,
- holly short,
- jack spicer,
- jaime reyes,
- john-117,
- jono starsmore,
- kelly-087,
- kon-el,
- kyle reese,
- luke skywalker,
- mai,
- paco,
- robin,
- ron stoppable,
- samus aran,
- sensor,
- slobo,
- sokka,
- static,
- stature,
- the major,
- wags-tail-a-lot,
- wyn callahan,
- zelda and sheik
Phase 2 - Running the Ratrace
You have my sincerest apologies, but I have my mission.
The traps start. Rotating blades coming out of the walls and floors and ceilings, jets of fire, lasers, holographic enemies. The clear walls of the maze let them see what's happening to everyone else.
The traps start, and they have to stay alive despite them. If they stop avoiding them, it's their own fault, you see, if they die. That makes it indirect enough for Stacy's Anti-harming-the-crew protocols to be avoided, as Hal, despite his reprogramming, still has to follow some constraints.
Please commence with killing yourselves by being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The only chance the group has is if they work together to stay alive, and somehow they have to take out the shield projectors creating the maze even though they themselves are shielded...
[ooc: Cooperation is key, people. Hal can only adapt to one power/skill-set at a time, not all of them.]
The traps start. Rotating blades coming out of the walls and floors and ceilings, jets of fire, lasers, holographic enemies. The clear walls of the maze let them see what's happening to everyone else.
The traps start, and they have to stay alive despite them. If they stop avoiding them, it's their own fault, you see, if they die. That makes it indirect enough for Stacy's Anti-harming-the-crew protocols to be avoided, as Hal, despite his reprogramming, still has to follow some constraints.
Please commence with killing yourselves by being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The only chance the group has is if they work together to stay alive, and somehow they have to take out the shield projectors creating the maze even though they themselves are shielded...
[ooc: Cooperation is key, people. Hal can only adapt to one power/skill-set at a time, not all of them.]
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Red sunlight. And not enough ambient yellow sunlight on the ship to recharge even when it stops.
"Slobo! Red sunlight. You're gonna have to handle most of the fraggin' now."
The gun turrets turn to aim for him.
This should be the part where he looks scared, but it isn't. Yeah, so he's powerless. He knew that might happen. It's happened before.
He's also taken a page out of Batman's book. He's prepared.
He flexes his wrist and the gauntlet there starts to warp and change until a large gold shield with an S appears, deflecting the fire.
"Yeah, the super has to be useless without his powers, right? If you think that, you've got another think comin', pal."
Because this is what they're dealing with:
He dodges out of the way, at an angle where any shots that miss him won't hit the people behind him and slams one of the chompers with his shield and uses the sharp edge of it to cut it off at the base. Then he throws it so it slices through two gun turrets before it comes back sailing back to him.
Guardian's training apparently hadn't been for naught.
"Still got it."
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"Thanks fer the ego boost, pal. But I don't need ya powerless ta know I'm better 'an ya." The grin grew wider as Slobo's mind began to work. "Alright, team, all bets're off. Morphey, take over guardin' geek girl." He looked around, at the turrets, the chompers, and their general situation.
"Alright, ya little punk. Ya can adapt. Awesome fer ya, compy. Lesse how ya adapt ta dyin'." With that, he jumped into the chompers, allowing them to break themselves down on his skin, throwing peices at remaining turrets.
"THEY'RE PLAYIN' OUR SONG, HAL! LET'S FRAGGIN' DANCE!"
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But with Slobo trying to cover his back, trying to protect Cassie, who's hanging onto Paco, trying to prevent Wyn from being made into mincemeat--the air is full of fire, and only a few of them have offensive capabilities now, or even defensive capabilities.
Another turret opens up at a bad angle, but Kon can see it. And that's why his shield is flung, deflecting the laser fire and smashing into it--before it can blast the hell out of Wyn and Kyle.
It leaves him wide open, and were he even aware of the turret opening up with the mini-rockets behind him, he'd reflect on how...appropriate this is. Guardian taught him to fight like this, the shield was an homage to Guardian, and Guardian died like this--tossing his shield to protect someone else and leaving himself wide open. No one else will be able to reach him in time, not with their hands full like that.
Then he hears the whoosh of the rockets, and does turn and see, but the only thought he really has time for is:
"Oh shi--"
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First and foremost is the raw, angry, emotion, because she loves him, and she'll take any hit or kick any ass she has to just to protect him.
Second is selfishness, because she can't see him die again, or even come close to it, and damn anything or anyone that tries make that happen.
And third and final, it's logic and reason, because he stands a better chance of getting people out of there than she does.
Cassie lets go of Paco, pushing herself to her feet as fast as her human body can manage. Kon is less than two steps away from her from there, and that's just enough time to get herself between him and the rockets, arms up to defend.
Those bracelets don't mean much against powerful hits without superhuman strength to take the recoil, but it doesn't mean she can't try. Cassie Sandsmark is nothing if she doesn't try to do the right thing, and she has it in her mind to do more than try.
"NO––"
When the rockets hit, things feel like they slow down. Cassie doesn't understand it, and for that split second when they blow up, she chalks it up to that "life flashes before your eyes" phenomenon.
But, to her good fortune, or fate, or perhaps her own innate power, there is no flash of memories. There's just the explosion of bursting rockets against her outstretched arms, and when the smoke clears, she's left standing.
"–– YOU DON'T," she snaps.
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You don't get to walk away from seeing your girlfriend's face burned off while you stood feet away without being affected. He had finally opened up again and let himself love Cassie, but the fear had always been there, especially in their line of work. In their Young Justice days, it'd had him shoving her out of the way of laser beams when she was just as invulnerable, going "Look out!" when she could take care of herself perfectly fine, and he knew it. It'd been so hard even just to tell her (http://pics.livejournal.com/pikakao/pic/006z3r8h/g229).
He can't do it again. He can't deal with it again.
The cry is one of complete anguish and despair. It's the cry of a young man that watched the girl he loved die who is, as far as he can tell, watching the same thing happen all over again.
"CAAASSIEEE!"
...Except the smoke clears, and she's still standing there, defiant.
Tears are running down his face, and they stop as suddenly as they started.
"...Cass?"
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"It's okay," she says, glowing lasso out between her hands already. Electricity crackles through it, white-hot, and she doesn't stop to fret over him and his tears.
She has asses to kick.
The lasso goes out and lashes around the offensive turret, and she unleashes her anger through it, causing an explosion. A few seconds later, her foot goes up against an oncoming chomper, and she shoves down and through the top of its mouth.
"Take care of Paco. I'll deal with these."
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It doesn't matter.
He snags his shield back and goes over to help Paco. They've just switched places now, him powerless, her kicking ass, and he could care less that he's the powerless one. He doesn't care where the powers came from. He doesn't care that she gets to be the badass one now and he has to play Joe Schmoe and medic.
He watches chompers ripped from the floor and turrets ripped out of the wall with her lasso, as she does what she does best.
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She starts to feel really useful for the first time since she got on the ship.