Justice League: The New Wave (IC)

[ChasNicollette]

It was, to use a weathered phrase, like something out of a movie. Complete with the world seeming to hold its breath, and time seeming to crawl.

Ordinarily, Lord Havok could have brushed off an ice attack almost literally. He could weather heat attacks like nobody's business.

But together, Green Arrow and Aquagirl had shown GRID the missing link.

And now, with Havok heated to near-coronal intensity by heat vision, flash vision, hellfire, and geothermics...

...GRID loosed a spread of cryonic blasts that struck Havok in the limbs and center mass, crystallizing around the mastermind...

...the massive thermal variance made the metal shriek.

Lord Havok's cry of fury and disbelief was almost even louder.

And Batman's force blasts battered him again...

The armor shattered.

Havok screamed.

An explosion of thermally displaced air rocked that patch of seaside sky and blew Havok away from The Rider, sending him crashing back to The Moonbase below.

He landed in a heap, fragments of his armor clinging to his body in patches, his cape in shredded tatters. Only his faceplate and helmet remained remotely intact.

But still he refused to yield. He forced himself up to one knee, to stand...

"None... may touch... HAVOK..."

 

[Deleted member 1306910]

It was, to use a weathered phrase, like something out of a movie. Complete with the world seeming to hold its breath, and time seeming to crawl.

Ordinarily, Lord Havok could have brushed off an ice attack almost literally. He could weather heat attacks like nobody's business.

But together, Green Arrow and Aquagirl had shown GRID the missing link.

And now, with Havok heated to near-coronal intensity by heat vision, flash vision, hellfire, and geothermics...

...GRID loosed a spread of cryonic blasts that struck Havok in the limbs and center mass, crystallizing around the mastermind...

...the massive thermal variance made the metal shriek.

Lord Havok's cry of fury and disbelief was almost even louder.

And Batman's force blasts battered him again...

The armor shattered.

Havok screamed.

An explosion of thermally displaced air rocked that patch of seaside sky and blew Havok away from The Rider, sending him crashing back to The Moonbase below.

He landed in a heap, fragments of his armor clinging to his body in patches, his cape in shredded tatters. Only his faceplate and helmet remained remotely intact.

But still he refused to yield. He forced himself up to one knee, to stand...

"None... may touch... HAVOK..."

Braggock grunted to himself at this statement that the armored horror had made before. Just to spite him, Braggock rocketed down and shot at Havok with both fists out in front of him, using his flame to speed his way, aiming his fists at the helmeted head of the fiend. If he connects, there will be all the strength of the stone man, aumented by the speed and kinetic force of flight!

 

[ChasNicollette]

Little Less Going Down, Little More Fighting.

Braggock grunted to himself at this statement that the armored horror had made before. Just to spite him, Braggock rocketed down and shot at Havok with both fists out in front of him, using his flame to speed his way, aiming his fists at the helmeted head of the fiend. If he connects, there will be all the strength of the stone man, aumented by the speed and kinetic force of flight!

Havok was all but expended.

But he had trained himself to be strong-- and even without his armor's ability to replicate fighting stances and maneuvers from martial traditions throughout history and around Angor, he was one of the foremost martial artists on his Earth.

He managed to weave-- bob--

--too slow--

--even as Havok tried to lurch aside, the pinky knuckle of Braggock's left fist clipped Havok's right cheek-plate, rupturing it, sending Havok spinning aside with the force of it, world whirling, ears ringing...

...he steadied, stayed standing...

...with the cheek of his armor torn open, one might glimpse the scarred cheek within, and the fresh red gashes of Wildcat's claw marks from earlier.

He raised his fists.

"Come on then. COME ON!"

 

[Wyldfire]

Laying in the dirt and debris Thea's body jerked. Once. Twice. And the third time dragged a howl passed her lips. The 'Cat jerked up into a sitting position, looking about her. Then she saw him. Still on his feet, but there was a new smell to him. Prey. She rose up to her now 6'4" height. Her lips pulled back baring her teeth, now purely cat. A growl came from deep in her and the 'Cat started to move. Slowly. With a purpose.

If any of her teammates were to notice they might want to try to end Havok before Thea could get to him........

 

[LuckyVic]

Since Havok was clearly distracted Batman figured it wouldn't take much to get behind the man, especially since it looked as if he was in the 10th round of a 10-round fight. Batman was ready to deliver an upper cut that would end this fight. However he wanted Havok to see it coming so he put a hand on the man's shoulder and turned him around. As he turned around he threw the upper cut.

 

[ChasNicollette]

Retaliation.

Since Havok was clearly distracted Batman figured it wouldn't take much to get behind the man, especially since it looked as if he was in the 10th round of a 10-round fight. Batman was ready to deliver an upper cut that would end this fight. However he wanted Havok to see it coming so he put a hand on the man's shoulder and turned him around. As he turned around he threw the upper cut.

As Batman clapped his hand onto Havok's shoulder, Havok popped a long metal spike from what was left of his right gauntlet-- not much-- and whirled to try and impale his latest aggressor...

...but Damian Wayne could throw a punch that even Thea's Grand would be proud of, and he wore an armor to rival one of Machinehead's.

Even through the remnants of his helmet, Havok saw stars instead of his HUD, and he staggered back a few steps.

"I WILL NOT BE HUMILIATED," he seethed. "HAVOK WILL NOT BE DENIED!"

 

[Wyldfire]

As Batman clapped his hand onto Havok's shoulder, Havok popped a long metal spike from what was left of his right gauntlet-- not much-- and whirled to try and impale his latest aggressor...

...but Damian Wayne could throw a punch that even Thea's Grand would be proud of, and he wore an armor to rival one of Machinehead's.

Even through the remnants of his helmet, Havok saw stars instead of his HUD, and he staggered back a few steps.

"I WILL NOT BE HUMILIATED," he seethed. "HAVOK WILL NOT BE DENIED!"

And the new and improved Thea was there. With her new size and bulk she threw a right jab, left hook, and followed off with a right heel kick at Havok's head.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

The backblast of the mini-missile was considerable-- if even a nearby blast had struck Sandman in his silicoid form, it would have scattered him to the four winds. But Velocity's quick thinking circumnavigated this-- literally! The explosion went off inches away from Carin's vortex, and the vortex slurped up and dispersed the heat and shattering force...



...but in helping Aquagirl, she'd helped that too.

Because they were on the ocean now. This was literally Aquagirl's element.

Lorena reached up with her unhurt hand and clenched it into a fist.

A water-spout stormed up from the surface of The Pacific, swept up both remaining missiles-- swarmed them into a globe of swirling waters--

--they exploded, popping the water-ball like a bubble, but absorbing the force of their combined detonations like the water-tanks used to absorb the force of a space-shuttle launch. God-- and Neptune! --bless water, universal solvent, incompressible medium.

The bits of missile and splatters of water fell away, raining down harmlessly upon The Moonbase.

"Velocity, gracias," Lorena called. "I'm not the boss of you-- but now that we're at sea level, can you get these downed Exremists outta here and into DEO custody? Free us up to take down the big man?"

Diehard was still on shore, bound by magic and thoroughly kayoed. Carny had apparently been sucked out of existence by the micro-singularity he'd unwittingly created. Dreamslayer had been summarily imprisoned by Raven and her Dreamstone.

But the deceased form of Shadow Suparṇa still lay in repose.

Gorgon lay unconscious, fried and twitching.

Tracer was still healing, trapped for the moment by Beast Boy.

And of course having Barracuda this close to any amount of water was a bad scene.

"Make sure they put this culo under a heat lamp or something. Someplace dry!"

Carin smiled at Aquagirl and gave her a wave as she rushed over and looked at Barracuda. Opening the Hailing frequencies on her watch she soon was patched through to the right people, although it felt like an age to her.

"Okay people I have 4 bodies for transport and containment. One is in a coma, slash vegetative state, but if she ever comes out of it she could be the worst telekenetic, telepathic threat this world has ever seen. One is a brilliant scientist, robotics, and general all around bad guy with spider powers I think. Another is an Atlantean or close to it, so better get a hot cell ready and keep her away from any source of water. Last but not least you have got a guy that can heal from anything, is super strong and has teeth and claws that can cut through just about anything. Good luck on figuring out a cage to keep him in. I would suggest drugs and lot's of them."

Smiling again she listened to her directions then grabbed first Barracuda, then Gorgon, Shadow Suparna and then made her way over to Beast Boy. She had been given a little present on her last trip and slipped it over Tracers head as she got to him.

Looking at BB in his snake form she grinned. "Just hold him tight for a bit slinky. I just have to put this mask on properly so the nice people back at the DEO don't get injured if he wakes up." Once she had it secured she motioned for him to let go and then fastened his hands in another gadget and then gave him a little salute. "Go help out the others green, Penitentiary express will deal with this guy." So saying she shot off.

 

[ChasNicollette]

Eye of The Tiger.

And the new and improved Thea was there. With her new size and bulk she threw a right jab, left hook, and followed off with a right heel kick at Havok's head.

He managed-- by some stretch of instinct--

--some preprogrammed Pavlovian danger-response--

--to smack away her right jab with his forearm, to block the left hook with the stubby spike he'd managed to sprout from his shattered gauntlet--

--but then the heel kick swung around like a battleaxe, and again the skullcap of his helmet took on the properties of a church bell and he staggered, spat blood--

--lunged to try and spear her through the heart with that blade--

 

[Wyldfire]

He managed-- by some stretch of instinct--

--some preprogrammed Pavlovian danger-response--

--to smack away her right jab with his forearm, to block the left hook with the stubby spike he'd managed to sprout from his shattered gauntlet--

--but then the heel kick swung around like a battleaxe, and again the skullcap of his helmet took on the properties of a church bell and he staggered, spat blood--

--lunged to try and spear her through the heart with that blade--

Wildcat twisted in an attempt to dodge Havok's move and mostly succeeded. The spike impaled her right shoulder instead of her heart. She bared he gangs at him, saying "Too close asshole." And with that the claws came out with blinding Speed she lashed out trying to get a good double handful of Havok guts.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Stretching wide it’s arms The Rider awaited it’s foe. And when they crashed together that foul deamon damned to the Pits of the darkest reaches of Damnation, the parts that even the Light and Word did not bother with it gripped Havok with one arm, as chains encircled them both. Yes the pain of the True cross was great indeed. It’s flames cooling and darkening. But Xarathos was a Deamon Prince, and was very used to Pain and Torment.

And Danni had spent eons in Hell being tortured and abused by Deamons, Demons, Devils, and the Damned.

Besides Today was a Good day to Die. Never did get a kiss from Connor though. Oh Well.

Gripping the Havok’s axe with both hands The Rider brought it down in a blow meant to cleave his skull in two from crown to throat.

Connor was pissed. In fact he was beyond pissed, he was into some new territory of pissed off that he had never been before.

That self righteous, Son Of A Bitch, Prick of a Daemon had tried to die on him, and he was pretty sure Danni had gone along for the ride.

He had both seen and heard what Havok had said about his armor, and he knew what it could do to the Rider. He also knew what the Rider could do to Havok. Yet as they rocketed towards each other he knew for a certainty that they had been bent on mutual destruction.

The fact that both of them had survived was not the point. He glared at where both of them were. Havok now surrounded by foes where even he was unable to get a clear shot in. Well he would leave his demise up to others.

Looking around he spotted the Rider and he began to stalk over towards it. It was going to get a piece of his mind and if it killed him for it so be it, but by hell it was going to hear it first.

 

[Varshanka]

The Gang.. or most of them

"I WILL NOT BE HUMILIATED," he seethed. "HAVOK WILL NOT BE DENIED!"

Whipping her hand forward she snapped a gesturing, one hand still hurt like no ones business, but her other hand held the Lasso of Truth. And much like a whip she snapped it, one command slipping from her lips in a whispered breath. “Surrender.”

*****

Hellfire chains lashed from the Rider’s form, tens of thousands of Damned souls bent and reshaped to Serve a Daemon. To do a Daemons bidding. And right now that Daemon bid those trapped damned souls to hold Havok, and so they did their damnedest to do so. Even as they screamed and wailed in protest and torment.

And the Rider was the Word of Vengeance, but not the Word of Murder. A foul Devil had that Word. That Sin was on those shoulders. And so it was with Vengeance, not Murder, in it’s soul that The Rider swung that axe – sideways – not a bladed edge was coming for Havok, but the wide expanse of the flat of the blade.

A Demonic bitch slap.

*****

To let go, to rip the soul and beating heart from his chest is what Raven wanted to do. To eviscerate him and watch his eyes gaze at his own dripping skin sack. So many ways to torture this foolish foolish man. But he was insane. Mentally scarred and deranged.

But she didn’t. Instead she collected the pieces of his armor – keeping them separate- but at hand. She’d be studying this armor later, after they finished dealing with him. Maybe she’d drop him in the event horizon of a black hole. Stick Carny – if she ever found him – in a mirror. Maybe every mirror.

But punishment would come later, after they were all captured, tried, and sentenced.

 

[Wyldfire]

Whipping her hand forward she snapped a gesturing, one hand still hurt like no ones business, but her other hand held the Lasso of Truth. And much like a whip she snapped it, one command slipping from her lips in a whispered breath. “Surrender.”

*****

Hellfire chains lashed from the Rider’s form, tens of thousands of Damned souls bent and reshaped to Serve a Daemon. To do a Daemons bidding. And right now that Daemon bid those trapped damned souls to hold Havok, and so they did their damnedest to do so. Even as they screamed and wailed in protest and torment.

And the Rider was the Word of Vengeance, but not the Word of Murder. A foul Devil had that Word. That Sin was on those shoulders. And so it was with Vengeance, not Murder, in it’s soul that The Rider swung that axe – sideways – not a bladed edge was coming for Havok, but the wide expanse of the flat of the blade.

A Demonic bitch slap.

*****

To let go, to rip the soul and beating heart from his chest is what Raven wanted to do. To eviscerate him and watch his eyes gaze at his own dripping skin sack. So many ways to torture this foolish foolish man. But he was insane. Mentally scarred and deranged.

But she didn’t. Instead she collected the pieces of his armor – keeping them separate- but at hand. She’d be studying this armor later, after they finished dealing with him. Maybe she’d drop him in the event horizon of a black hole. Stick Carny – if she ever found him – in a mirror. Maybe every mirror.

But punishment would come later, after they were all captured, tried, and sentenced.

Thea's instincts screamed at her as literal hell was launched at Havok. She gave up on her attack and tore herself free of Havok's weapon. She moved with all of her speed dodging and weaving away from the Chains. Her shoulder screamed at her with the pain of it even though it was healing at near Tracer levels. The chains got a little close one or twice and the new scarring flaired up with an orangish light. Thea wasn't sure what this hell was but she knew the closeness of the chains should have hurt, but they didn't. She skidded to a halt near Beast Boy and said "Milkshakes sound good right about now. Know anywhere here in Seattle that does up a mean one?"

 

[TertiusHuman]

Thea's instincts screamed at her as literal hell was launched at Havok. She gave up on her attack and tore herself free of Havok's weapon. She moved with all of her speed dodging and weaving away from the Chains. Her shoulder screamed at her with the pain of it even though it was healing at near Tracer levels. The chains got a little close one or twice and the new scarring flaired up with an orangish light. Thea wasn't sure what this hell was but she knew the closeness of the chains should have hurt, but they didn't. She skidded to a halt near Beast Boy and said "Milkshakes sound good right about now. Know anywhere here in Seattle that does up a mean one?"

Garfield released Tracer to Velocity when she asked him to and got to his feet to see the last attacks on Havok. He almost didn't recognize Thea when she bounded away from those chains and came to a halt next to him. He blinked and looked first up at her and then his eyes quickly scanned over her body.

"Thea?"

He frowned as he looked into her eyes and then grinned, "My, what big ears you have. Yes I actually do know of a milkshake on menu place which is totally awesome."

 

[ChasNicollette]

Havok Managed.

Wildcat twisted in an attempt to dodge Havok's move and mostly succeeded. The spike impaled her right shoulder instead of her heart. She bared he gangs at him, saying "Too close asshole." And with that the claws came out with blinding Speed she lashed out trying to get a good double handful of Havok guts.

She, too, succeeded. Mostly.

It was true that in getting in close for a stab move he'd left himself open for a counter-attack, but not for nothing was he a survivor.

He juked, evaded, there in that point-blank personal space... and her claws managed to pierce his side like the fabled Longinus and his spear.

"Hrrrrrrh!"

Whipping her hand forward she snapped a gesturing, one hand still hurt like no ones business, but her other hand held the Lasso of Truth. And much like a whip she snapped it, one command slipping from her lips in a whispered breath. “Surrender.”

The power of The Lasso, of The Fires of Hestia and The Spirit of Truth-- this was irresistible.

And yet Havok resisted. "Nnnneeevvvveeeerrrrrr."

Blood trickled into view through the rupture Braggock had made of the cheek of his faceplate-- he was fighting The Lasso through sheer will, but it was causing something to hemorrhage and his nose was gushing blood inside his helmet.

Hellfire chains lashed from the Rider’s form, tens of thousands of Damned souls bent and reshaped to Serve a Daemon. To do a Daemons bidding. And right now that Daemon bid those trapped damned souls to hold Havok, and so they did their damnedest to do so. Even as they screamed and wailed in protest and torment.

And the Rider was the Word of Vengeance, but not the Word of Murder. A foul Devil had that Word. That Sin was on those shoulders. And so it was with Vengeance, not Murder, in it’s soul that The Rider swung that axe – sideways – not a bladed edge was coming for Havok, but the wide expanse of the flat of the blade.

A Demonic bitch slap.

The chains came down towards him.

Thea got out of Dodge.

That axe gleamed as the clouds Havok summoned earlier began to part-- the natural (rare) sunny Seattle day reasserting itself now that Havok was no longer manipulating the elements.

And Havok...

...Havok was a clever fella.

Which meant he knew when he was beaten. Even he couldn't handle being restrained by The Lasso of Truth and The Chains of Vengeance simultaneously.

He thrust out his hand even in the confines of The Lasso.

And in a blink of golden energy, a device appeared in his hand that resembled for all the world...

...a Rubik's Cube?

This must be the interuniversal "transmatter cube" he had mentioned earlier, using it and time travel to pinpoint the allegedly exact location from which had been sent the signal that had killed his world using the world next door.

He snarled: "This. Isn't. Over."

And in a storm of that selfsame golden energy... as suddenly as Moonbase Ex had appeared in the skies over The Emerald City...

...he was gone without a trace.

 

[ChasNicollette]

"What Great Hand Casts the Lightning and Remakes the World?"

As the dust settled, literally and figuratively, as the world let out a long-held breath, time continued to tick.

As though some cosmic override had been lifted, the holy artifact that was The Lightning-Axe of Wundajin would suddenly become impossibly, hilariously, incomprehensibly weighty in The Rider's grasp.

The proverbial weight of a literal world.

The seeming weight of a neutron star.

So heavy even the supernatural strength of The Word of Vengeance could not support it.

And when it fell from the spirit's fingers it thunked again into the surface of The Moonbase, half-deep on the blade.

And it would not move again.

 

[Wyldfire]

Garfield released Tracer to Velocity when she asked him to and got to his feet to see the last attacks on Havok. He almost didn't recognize Thea when she bounded away from those chains and came to a halt next to him. He blinked and looked first up at her and then his eyes quickly scanned over her body.

"Thea?"

He frowned as he looked into her eyes and then grinned, "My, what big ears you have. Yes I actually do know of a milkshake on menu place which is totally awesome."

Thea grinned despite herself. The kid was incorrigible with the jokes. She twitched the new ears about a bit. "You know the anime fan-geeks are going to be impossible right?"

She looked around in the aftermath of Hvac's departure. She gave a sigh as she looked at her arms with their new "artwork". "This curse is getting weirder and weirder. If I ain't careful I am going to end up being a tattoo artist's house pet."

"Once we are done here we are going on a milkshake bender."

 

[TertiusHuman]

She twitched the new ears about a bit. "You know the anime fan-geeks are going to be impossible right?"

She looked around in the aftermath of Hvac's departure. She gave a sigh as she looked at her arms with their new "artwork". "This curse is getting weirder and weirder. If I ain't careful I am going to end up being a tattoo artist's house pet."

"Once we are done here we are going on a milkshake bender."

Garfield loved to make people smile and Thea was no exception. Seeing that he haven't seen her since the Kobra incident. He made big puppy eyes and batted his eyelids as he gushed, "I just LOVE your Anime Thea-san!! Please sign my credit card!!"

Again a grin came over his features, then he sobered slightly as the two of them watched the departure of the, in Garfield's opinion, mad Havoc. He tilted his head tto focus on Thea again, "Well that sucks. All of that, you dieing on me again and becomming quite a beautiful cat-lady in the process and just like the Hvac just BAMFs out of here."

He sighed then brightened up, "We did get his cronies though, so score one for the good guys AND milkshakes! Score two for us."

Garfield started doing a silly little shuffle, "Come on Cat, God sayeth in His Twelth Commandment Thou shalt do the Happy dance."

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Connor hardly noticed that Havok had disappeared, but he did notice that Xarathos dropped the huge axe it had been holding and it buried itself halfway down it's head in the ground. Well it was hard not to notice as he had to jump backwards to avoid it hitting him.

He looked around and that was when he noticed that Havok was no longer standing in the midst of the rest of the hero's. He was tempted to find out why that was the case, but he was still too mad with the Daemon.

Walking right up to it he had to look up to stare into it's face, but he did. Under normal circumstances he may have been put off by the sight of the skeletal features wreathed in flames but his fear/anger overrode it.

"Xarathos," he yelled. "Just what the hell did you think you were doing? Did you think I wouldn't notice that you tried to sacrafice yourself during the battle? That would be fine if it was only you but you are bonded to Danni and I will be damned if I let you take her with you."

He was breathing heavily and his face had turned red, both from anger and from being so close to the Daemons flames. What he was doing was probably foolish in the extreme but he was too far gone to stop now.

"Listen here. I don't know what she and I have at the moment, but I for one want to find out and YOU are not going to get in the way. You may be bonded to her but she is still her own person and I will not have you interfering. If you ever pull a stunt like that again I swear I will find a way to get MY vengeance on you. Do you understand?"

 

[ChasNicollette]

Always with the hang-ups, this one.

Moonbase Ex.
Just Off Shore.
********​

The Antigrav Ring on Rebel's finger shimmered slightly.

And then fizzled out of existence in a hypertime flux.

SssshhCLICK!

Just On Shore.
********​

Clive's big, black bad-ass car was indeed lights and sirens, and his grip was vice-tight (pun intended) on the steering wheel as he zig-zagged through city streets towards Myrtle Edwards Park.

Bouncing Ball was whooping delightedly, the seatbelt barely fitting around him-- utterly fearless of the speed and turns, because of course he was. Clive would occasionally shoot him incredulous startled looks-- but eyes on the road, eyes on the road...

...and then all of a sudden

SssshhCLICK!

golden lightning shimmered and fizzled and sparked around him and all of a sudden, a slender, tightly-muscled, thoroughly-inked, gorgeously androgynous complete stranger appeared to his right.

"Wait, what the fu--"

"Easy, mate, I'm apples, you're apples, it's okay-- don't-- drive into a Sundollar--"

"Where'd the bouncy fat kid go?" Clive demanded. "Why are you Australian all of a sudden?"

"I'm Hotline, I turned into him, but it wore off," Ruby explained hurriedly. "And I'm American, I just lived in Australia."

Clive blew air out through his lips. "What a damn world. You're lucky my life is almost crazy enough that that made sense."

"Thanks for rolling with it," Ruby nodded. "Only now I can't bounce over the water to the fight scene--"

Then her eyes widened. "No, wait, drop me here!"

Clive hit the brakes hard.

********​

As Velocity ran the captured, defeated Extremists to shore, she was met by part of the contingent of The DEO assigned to keeping civilians at a safe distance... and with them were truckloads of supervillain containment gear in case of incarceration.

Local DEO Agent-in-Charge Kate Spencer had been the one to confer with Tracer over the smartwatch, and she was the one to quickly order her people to give Velocity everything she needed.

They supplied the speedster with the gear she needed to restrain Tracer especially... knockout gas infected with nanites that would slow down his healing factor, forcefield shackles that he couldn't claw through.

As Carin came zooming up the final time, she saw them quietly zipping Shadow Suparṇa away into a body bag-- but thanks to Sandman, the psychokinetic powerhouse had found some peace before she passed.

Ruby bounded out of Clive's car, ducked back in long enough to say: "Thanks for the lift."

Clive smiled tightly, good-hearted but obviously still processing all this. "Anytime."

"That uh, pallid scientista sheila," Ruby hesitated, "she seeing anyone?"

Clive considered that for a moment. "She's... complicated."

Ruby laughed softly. "Yeah. That makes sense. I wouldn't be attracted to her if she wasn't."

She held up her fist, and Clive bumped it. "Thanks for your citizenship, Hotline."

"Ta very much for protecting and serving, Detective."

And then Ruby turned and ran, slamming the passenger door, hurrying, waving to Velocity.

"Oi! Vel! Are you going back to the team? Can I get a superspeed piggyback?"

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Velocity heard the unmistakable accent of Ruby and looked around. She was standing next to what was undoubtedly an unmarked police car. She always wondered why the cops tried. Most of the cars they bought were stock standard and by now every person knew what they looked like.

Waving at her she walked up to her looking at the guy in the drivers seat. He was an older looking Black man, but still cute. Just what had Ruby been up to? The last Carin had seen of her she had been whizzing off as Bouncing Ball and now here she was getting out of a police car with a sexy cop at the wheel.

"Hey Hotline. Catching some down time in the middle of a fight," she said winking with a nod of her head towards the cop and a little chuckle. Then getting serious again she looked towards the moonbase.

"No problems with the lift though. Hold onto your stomach, and please keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times."

Carin ran behind her and with a burst of speed she picked her up and ran across the water and up the small slope that now existed and screeched to a halt near the group. Looking around she couldn't spot Havok anywhere, but from the looks of things nobody was really concerned with that or looking for him.

"Look's like we missed the end of things," she said to Ruby. "Story of my life. I might be one of the fastest beings on the planet, but I am always running late."

 

[ChasNicollette]

Smash Sisters.

Waving at her she walked up to her looking at the guy in the drivers seat. He was an older looking Black man, but still cute. Just what had Ruby been up to? The last Carin had seen of her she had been whizzing off as Bouncing Ball and now here she was getting out of a police car with a sexy cop at the wheel.

"Hey Hotline. Catching some down time in the middle of a fight," she said winking with a nod of her head towards the cop and a little chuckle.

"What?" Hotline blinked. "Ah, nah, mate, not my type. My gender may be fluid but my attraction is strictly female-oriented."

Clive, still looking more than a little put on his back foot by all of this, gave Carin a chin-up nod in reply, and opened his hand on the steering wheel in a quick semblance of a wave.

And he muttered to himself. "My life. Always with the pasty-white girls."

Then getting serious again she looked towards the moonbase.

"No problems with the lift though. Hold onto your stomach, and please keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times."

"Just like Six Flags Metrop-- oop!"

Carin ran behind her and with a burst of speed she picked her up and ran across the water and up the small slope that now existed and screeched to a halt near the group. Looking around she couldn't spot Havok anywhere, but from the looks of things nobody was really concerned with that or looking for him.

"Look's like we missed the end of things," she said to Ruby. "Story of my life. I might be one of the fastest beings on the planet, but I am always running late."

"Don't beat yourself up, Car'," Ruby smiled tightly, glancing down at her phone to still find it still timed out. "At least you didn't get volleyed away like Serena/Venus doubles at Wimbledon."

She walked a little further forward, glancing at the others, hands out wide in wonder and incredulity.

"What happened? What fucking happened? Did... did we win?"

 

[Deleted member 1306910]

Braggock landed and let his hands fall to his sides when Havok disappeared. He looked around, making sure it wasn't a trick and the guy hadn't become invisible in order to sneak away or something...but his eyes could see heat spectrums and there were none that matched the villan.

"The bad man went away." He looked at Beast Boy and then at Sandman, who was his ride and tour guide to this odd new world.

"Can We get Milkshakes now? I like the smell of chocolate milkshakes."

 

[ChasNicollette]

Achievement Hunting.

As the dust continued to settle, Lysl spoke in G.R.I.D.'s brain: Milton.

Just as Scan Visor analysis of Bouncing Ball unlocked your Spring Ball upgrade, so too has analyzing other factors in this confrontation borne fruit.

Analyzing the geobiological life-form's volcanic pyrokinesis has unlocked The Wave Beam Super Missile. It combines the explosive force of your Super Missile with the undulating difficulty to evade of the Wave Beam. It does not, however, retain the Wave Beam's ability to pass through inorganic obstacles.

Analysis of Gorgon's webbing has yielded The Grapple Beam, enabling you to latch onto objects at a distance for quick retrieval or anchorage. Combined with the Space Jump and your Morph Ball upgrades, this makes your maneuvering capabilities formidable.

Penultimately, what analysis I was able to complete on Lord Havok's armor has yielded the unlock of Gravity Armor plating to complement your existing Varia plating. This will enable you to move effortlessly in liquid depths, as well as both zero-gravitational and super-gravitational environments. Additionally your general resistance to damage will be increased.

As a final bonus, your skill and grace under pressure and your teamwork with peers has yielded an upgrade to your rawmatter reservoir, enabling you to utilize weapons and repair systems for further extended periods before requiring a recharge.

 

[Varshanka]

So heavy even the supernatural strength of The Word of Vengeance could not support it.

And when it fell from the spirit's fingers it thunked again into the surface of The Moonbase, half-deep on the blade.

And it would not move again.

A disinterested gaze watched the Axe as it sank deep, then The Rider was turning away. The enemy had escaped! A sin unpunished. Another name to add to a rather short list. Renegade. Constantine. Raven. Havok. A very short list indeed.

"Xarathos," he yelled. "Just what the hell did you think you were doing? Did you think I wouldn't notice that you tried to sacrafice yourself during the battle? That would be fine if it was only you but you are bonded to Danni and I will be damned if I let you take her with you."

"Listen here. I don't know what she and I have at the moment, but I for one want to find out and YOU are not going to get in the way. You may be bonded to her but she is still her own person and I will not have you interfering. If you ever pull a stunt like that again I swear I will find a way to get MY vengeance on you. Do you understand?"

Leaning in Xarathos looked at Connor and spoke one word, a name really. “Constantine..”

And then it was gone, molten rock the only evidence it had been standing there.