Exploring the Wild Green Yonder

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Okay, kids in the middle. I don't care if you can fight or can shoot lightning out your ears, stay in the center where we can protect you. If there's something the adults can't handle, then feel free to jump in. Noncombatants are with them. Anyone with a weapon, if someone is engaging an enemy in hand to hand, obviously, hold fire, even if you're a crack shot. Safeties of your weapons on until it seems like we might be running into something. For most of us, being able to shoot is only a thumbflick away and I don't want any friendly fire. Be careful not to hit anything that looks like a window, so we're not all tossed into space," Cybil said, standing at the front of the group.

"Andromeda. Cortana. Let us know what you can as we go, and if you think there's something we need to see, let us know to take a look. You're our tourguides."

And the important part.

"If you think you heard or saw something strange, calmly let the rest of the group know, even if you're not sure. We shouldn't be jumping at shadows and we can't panic, but we shouldn't be too relaxed either. We have no idea who or what might be here with us. Be careful. Not careless. Not paranoid."

Her gun was out in her hand, safety was on for now, and it was aimed at the floor.

"Kara, Harper, and Flash, I want you on point with me. Sam, Connor, Murphy, I want you bringing up the rear. The other people with superpowers in the middle, where you can get to the front or back easily if you're needed at either and where you're closest to the kids and the people without guns or powers to protect them."

She would, quite frankly, be amazed if anyone actually listened to her. She was just a cop. But

"Everyone ready? Let's go."

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[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

More alarm bells were going off for Vincent regarding the old man. He was dangerous. No question.

He turned to Stark and shrugged. "As I understand it, just about everyone meets Spider-Man."

He regarded Kate for a moment. Perhaps she was more sharp-witted than he'd initially estimated her at; and she was certainly lovely enough to look at. Perhaps he'd make a point to try to ally himself with her as situations warranted.

For now though, there were more immediate concerns. "Administrator, Stacy, whatever you prefer to be addressed as; is there any task requiring the attention of ourselves or other selectees? How many have been released thus far?"

[cityship]

||There are no ongoing missions at this time. There are 30 crew members on the active roster. More are being released as I speak.||

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Guess we should throw out the welcome mat. Andromeda, are there any more rooms we need to see that are important or can they wait? These people are likely just as scared as we were first waking up. They should be our priority."

[cityship]

"Just the Mess Hell, restrooms--which are pretty self-explanatory, and the Art Hall...which is unusual, but not vital. Stacy's internal sensors are in serious need of recalibration and repair, but I can lead you to generally where the other life signs are."

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Let's get going."

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

Wednesday quirks a smile at Kate, but doesn't directly rebut her statement. There'll be time for that later.

[titanium-will.livejournal.com]

Wasn't this sort of like.. cheating? Meeting people who knew an older version of himself? Getting a glimpse of what might be.. if he got too caught up in things. "I'm sorry. Whatever happened, it obviously hurts. I just.." Tony trailed off, frowning, and Cybil had taken command of the conversation, then. It got him off the hook, anyway.

"Well, there you go. Maybe it never happens in my section of the universe." The Avengers had yet to even form, let alone begin to fight amongst themselves. He took her warning seriously. "Yes, ma'am." A salute was offered, military or not, but he wasn't entirely mocking. He took his alter ego seriously.

More 'staff' was coming, and that was a little alarming. There was no telling who or what might come out of those pods. They might as well be more hostages. A wry smile, then. "Hello, welcome, we know nothing? Still, I guess we're better than being greeted by tentacles and disembodied voices.."