Supply Run [Open to Brainy and others in location]

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

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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[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

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?"

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

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.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

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

He starts head-desking again.

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

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

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?"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"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!"

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

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.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"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.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"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."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"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.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

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.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

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."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"And he is...?"

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

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

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

So much for notoriety.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"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.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"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.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"My title is Brainiac."

What do you think?

Yes, that Brainiac.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen blinks.

"So.... you're smart?"

Outside of those he's worked with, fought directly, or scoped out for Checkmate, he's not exactly well-versed in cape-lore.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"Of course."

He goes on.

"...You've never heard of the original Brainiac? He was one of Superman's greatest foes."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen shrugs. "Never payed too much attention to the cape-crowd until I met my dad. Also not from Metropolis, so I'm not exactly up on Big Blue's villains gallery."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"He was one of the worst supervillains in the known universe, feared and despised across the galaxy."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Big league stuff."

Owen pauses, hammering out a casing until it's smooth. "So you're his... how many 'greats' grandkid or whatever would that be?"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"His clone was Brainiac II. If he is defined as his 'son,' I would be Brainiac's great-great grandson."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"All clones, or was there any Coluan bow-chicka-wow along the way?" Owen grins, but he's genuinely curious.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Brainy rolls his eyes.

"They all procreated to create offspring, though in my mother's case, she was artificially inseminated."