A battle raged above a barren world, the odds against the two heroes fighting side-by-side in the thick of it all, but they both refused to give up; there was simply too much at stake for that.

"Keep fighting, we’re winning!" One hero declared. He looked a little like an older version of Kon-El, but with some slightly different facial features and a different costume.

Brainy turned to say something in return, but his eyes focussed instead on the cannon levelled at Superman’s back and primed to fire.

"Look out!" But he could see that the warning wasn’t going to be enough, so threw himself desperately forward, managing to shove Superman clear as the weapon fired and hit him full force, ripping open his side and exposing the circuitry within. As he spiralled out of control and fell to the lifeless rock below, he could only watch as Superman quickly finished off the last of the enemy’s forces and rushed to his side.

"Hold still! You’re going to be fine," Superman insisted, clutching the Coluan boy’s hand tightly. It felt real and warm to Brainy’s sensors, and he gasped weakly, playing up his injuries.

"No Superman, I’m too—" a break for another gasped breath "—it’s too... late for me..."

"Don’t say that! I won’t leave you here!"

"You have to! I can’t go—" GASP. And a weak, pathetic cough. "—You have to save the... universe... Please..."

Superman’s eyes began to tear up. "I’ll never forget your sacrifice, Brainy," he said. "No matter what happens, you’ll always be a hero in my mind."

"Super—" Brainy tried to say, but he coughed again and, with a final sigh, went limp in the hero’s arms as the music swelled to a crescendo and—

Someone was in the room with him. The moment he realised, Brainiac 5 sat up and snapped out an order – "Stacy, end simulation" – mentally cursing that he hadn’t picked up on the intrusion sooner. Trying to act like he hadn’t just been involved in that simulation, he picked himself up off the ground and turned to face the new arrival.

[[if you’re curious, this is all completely canon, so feel free to wander in and comment as you see fit!]]

Daimon Hellstrom, the Son of Satan, was not present during the orchestrated attempt to take the captive Yeerk's life. That did not stop him from going to the precinct, to the prisoners, and delivering a sermon that was a great deal more fire and brimstone than most sermons, if not all.

The topic, if you could distinguish a coherent basis for Daimon's mad words, was centered around the ever popular Good Samaritan story. Daimon told the prisoners of the background of the Good Samaritan, how Samaritans were viewed as the enemy back then, and how the Samaritan had helped a man despite the hatred both peoples bore for the other.

But it was hard to focus on that given how loud he was. That and how his hair was periodically engulfed by flame.

Zach was not at ease in this place. It was hyper-science. Not that he didn't appreciate technology, he was well versed enough in engineering to build most of his own sets after all. This was too much though. Dimensional nexus, sure, right on with that. But a techno-organic ship? That's awkward.

At least he was able to maintain his dignity, well dressed in his tuxedo and top-hat as usual. Whatever these plant-suits were, they weren't sentient enough to be immune to his magics. He also wasn't above the idea of helping others with the situation. Nothing like getting your name out as the top transmutationist around.

Wyn is… well, to be perfectly honest, she's kind of bored. The civil war didn't affect her much, except for the minor fact that she chose the wrong day to start field-testing in the City. School hadn't started yet-- she didn't think, at least. (She really hoped it hadn't; that would be awkward, to say the least.) So, she chose to do one of the few things guaranteed to keep her occupied for an hour or two.

Video games. She sits on a threadbare denim couch in an eerily-perfect replica of the Pierce Hall sitting room, fiddling with the microphone stand with a plastic guitar slung across her back. The door to the room itself is almost closed, but there's a note pinned to the door inviting people inside.

Come on, guys, Rock Band's no fun alone…

[ooc: If we could keep it to one giant party thread that would be amazingly fantastic.]