trans_9 | Supply Run [Open to Brainy and others in location]

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Supply Run [Open to Brainy and others in location]

It had been nice of the ship to leave him with at least a few of his boomerangs, but Owen felt almost naked with his arsenal depleted so much. Not to mention the fact that this place allegedly got intermittent lethal bug problems. To that end, he needed tools, he needed supplies, and he needed a place to work. Asking around with both the ship and it's inhabitants had pointed him towards the Special Weapons division.

He poked his head in once he got there, looking around. "Yo? Anyone here?"

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"Man... that's great. You go back in time and get a helper pet out of the deal." Owen petted Koko and told him some tools to find. "Outer space is definitely awesome."

He sat down at a work bench and started taking accounts of how much material he had to work with. "Acid-spewer would be nice, but the gravity induction array'll probably be a lot less material-consumptive..." He thinks out loud to himself.

There's still that nagging, nagging familiarity. It's starting to bother him.

"Why do you need an acid-spewing boomerang?"

Owen blinks, not quite grasping the questioning.

"Because it's AWESOME." He shakes his head. "How is that not clear? I mean, yeah, the flamethrower, sonic emanation, and cold emission ones I designed are fairly badass in their own right, but there's just something... very viscerally intimidating about the acid-spewer."

He scratches behind the monkey's ears. "You hear this buddy? Your boss over there doesn't get how cool my toys are."

He gives Brainy a more collected and calculating look. "And I'm serious about the intimidation factor. A weapon that's as much visual style as it is substance does twice the job in combat. Probably one of the main reasons humanoid robotics are as effect in warfare as they are, given what a miracle and hassle walking upright is to begin with."

The one thing Brainy notes from how Owen speaks is that he sounds moderately intelligent for a human. The other thing he notes is that at the same time he sounds kind of idiotic, but it's just...it's just so frustratingly familiar.

"This is unusual question, perhaps, but have we met before under some sort of circumstances that might have been erased from my mind somehow? I ask because I never forget anything, ever, but something about you is remarkably familiar."

And irritating at that. He isn't quite sure what it is, but something just...bothers him, almost instinctually about this man's presence.

Owen blinks, still paying attention to Koko somewhat. "That's.. Hm. I'd have to know where you're from to really be sure. I mean... I've been in a lot of weird situations, but... don't think anyone would have gotten mind-wiped."

He stroked his soul-patch in contemplation. "Well... at 'home', they're not common. Maybe mom's home though..." He looks up, feeling the need to clarify. "My mom's from the future. Well... 'my' future, anyway. Dad time-travelled apparently. She's from the... 30th century, I think. Any idea if there's a lot of mind-wiping there?"

He pauses, then laughs at himself. "Oh man... what am I going on about? I don't know if you're even from the same planet or dimension-thing as me."

Brainy pushes his work out of the way. He needs to, because he may need the space directly in front of him clear.

"What is your mother's name?"

Please let it not be the name of the former Earth President's daughter, please pleeeeaaase...

Owen blinks. "Meloni Thawne, why? You know her?"

Brainy head-desks. Then he head-desks again. And again.

"DUDE!" Owen puts down the scraps and tools to rush over, trying to prevent the green kid from giving himself blunt force trauma. "What's your damage?! Or... seriously, stop that before you GET damaged!"

He looks to the monkey for some kind of reaction to figure out if this just happens occasionally.

The monkey shrugs.

He finally stops.

"Just the extra dash of ruination this abduction called for."

He stops, and speculates, "Though perhaps all of his...unique qualities are from his father's side?"

Owen raises an eyebrow in confusion. What sort of helper monkey can't explain this situation? Need to get it an etch-a-sketch or something.

"Dude... umm... maybe you've been working too long." He pauses, then grins. "How about we hit the sensorium? Ride out the entire Star Wars trilogy, the good one, in Han and Luke's viewpoints."

That would rule.

"No no, the similarities are all too clear..."

He starts head-desking again.

"You're the half-brother of Bart Allen."

Owen's face lit up. "Yes! Yes I am!" He practically puffed up his chest with pride. He grins as he tries to stop Brainy from head-desking, picking him up by his collar, since he's kind of scrawny.

"Dude, cut it out. You're makin' MY head hurt just watching. And how do you know who my brother i---" His face lights up again. "Do I become famous in the future?"

"The Legion of Superheroes has worked with Bart Allen on several occasions. Most of those occasions ended in some sort of catastrophe. He was born in our era," says Brainy.

Then he's hoisted up.

"...And put me down at once, you lout!"

Owen was a little disappointed he wasn't famous in the future, yet, but he nodded. "Well, he still helped you guys save the world, right? Or... some other world probably. Where are you from?"

He curled up his face. "Well, you seemed like you might start flailing, and your scrawny arms might hit me." He hesitated, then set him down.

"The planet Colu, the 31st century. Though the Legion's base is Legion World, a mobile, artificial planetoid in Sol's solar system. Yes, Allen assisted us, both when we were in the past, and when the Titans assisted us during a catastrophe in our own time."

He adjusts his plant suit when he's put down.

"And my arms are not scrawny. I have an particularly muscular build for a Coluan."

Trufax. Most are scrawnier. He's pretty fit for a planet comprised entirely of people that'd get towel-whipped in a locker room.

"Cool stuff."

He frowned as Brainy seemed to slouch again. He turned to Koko. "Can you get the Coca-Coluan an ice-pack or something?"

"Coluan."

Head desk.

"I don't require an icepack. I require a lack of company that's related to Bart Allen. Somehow you're irritating me via sheer proximity. Apparently, that trait is genetic."

"Sorry, my bad." Owen waves at Koko to cancel his request.

"Well... it's the first time I've been told I have anything in common with anyone in the family besides Dad, so... thanks."

He shuffles over to the scraps he'd gathered already, starting to hammer some into partially workable shape. He'd worry about inner mechanisms a bit later, once the ~~Vulcan~~ skinny guy had calmed down.

The hammering is annoying, but labs are never quiet. Something's always clanking or whirring, so Brainy's rather used to that kind of noise. He goes back to work, tuning it out.

Eventually, curiosity gets the better of him.

"Who is your father?"

He's just...curious.

Owen picks up his head. He couldn't have just heard that right. How is it NOT obvious at this point?

He looks over to Brainy with an eyebrow raised. "You... you're asking me seriously, aren't you?" He tugs on his scarf and gestures to his work-space. "The first Captain Boomerang, George 'Digger' Harkness."

"And he is...?"

Not many references survived to the 31st century, and they only met so many people when trapped in the 20th.

Owen grumbles. "One of the Keystone Rogues, circa the second and third Flashes. Name pretty much spells out the gimmick."

So much for notoriety.

"Ah, so an enemy of the Flashes."

He says it very matter-of-factly. There's no tone of judgment in his voice or anything.

"He was. I'm not." Owen just wants to clarify that point. He's heard more than enough about his father at this point. He doesn't rile easily.

"How about you? Any relatives in the hero or villain business?" He starts the finer shaping of the casing for an electro-pulse boomerang. Easy enough components to find amongst the garbage, and easily recharged.

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