Infinite Justice: Beyond (Marvel,DC,DBZ X/Over, IC, Open)

[Tomia]

"I've found nothing. Though I think this Nirvana thing is something..." Cat replied then paused. "Actually, you don't mind staying here for a bit? I could use the company..." She then looked at the files she had in front of her. Their titles didn't tell her anything immediately. She was about to double click on one of them when suddenly the files started vanishing. He eyes widened. "Someone's scrubbing the files remotely!" She exclaimed, quickly tossing one of the files onto the hard drive.

Meanwhile, a figure seemed to manifest in the YB server room, pouring herself out of the server machine itself. The figure was clad in black, with a blade in her hand. She proceeded to run out of the room, tripping off a security alarm in her haste. She began to run towards the exit with considerable speed.

Mars nodded to Cat when she asked him to stay, watching her browse through the files when suddenly she shouted about the files being deleted remotely and the tower alarm began blaring. Mars quickly jumped from his seat and pressed a button on his watch, connecting him to ADAM. "ADAM! Shut down the server and initiate emergency lock down!" Mars shouted as soon the doors and windows started to be blocked by large steel bars that would keep people from going in or out. He then turned to Cat, "Come on, we have to find this intruder!" He shouted to her, before then using his mental link with Kiris, Kiris, there's an intruder in the tower. They're most likely coming from the server room. We need to find them.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

IJ4K

Security Captain Garnet Greyson paced around the bridge of the Infinite Justice, her curly blonde hair softly moving left and right due to the gentle sway of her step in the artificial gravity of the ship. She was clad in a standard attire for a security guard, full white with golden buttons holding the ensemble together, the peculiar golden ornaments on her shoulder identifying her as someone of higher rank than the security lieutenants who stood in front of her, her subordinates, Roy Damon and Charles Parker. Strictly speaking, there should have been another person present in front of her, but her absence did not surprise Garnet in the slightest. She had been briefed exhaustively about the missing security elements, and among other things, she had been told how troublesome she could prove to be, and to keep an eye out for her.

As the take-off began, Garnet ceased to pace, instead taking position next to her subordinates as she observed the procedure with the same conviction one would observe a ceremony, her piercing blue eyes not leaving the image of the blue orb that was Earth. While she did not have the same attachment to it that she had to her homeworld of Archaia, she was still born in the Federation, and as such, she held a reverence of sorts for the planet that was the cradle of not just humanity, but also several other races which had begun spreading throughout the universe about two thousand years ago. Furthermore, Earth was the banner of the Federation, a planet she had fought and bled for during the past seven years, something that was confirmed by the vast number of medals that she proudly wore over her breast. As such, it was no wonder that the security captain held the blue marble in high regard.

Once the take-off was over, Officer Greyson turned to her subordinates. "Very well. Damon, Parker, you will have some free time before we begin preparations for landing in Gamma-four-three-four-five. You are free to spend it however you wish. Dismissed." She spoke, and then waved her hand, allowing the two lieutenants to explore the ship freely. Turning around, she placed one hand on her hip, the other holding her standard-issue laser gun on her shoulder, looking out at the stars in wonder. While her own model was slightly outdated, the blonde soldier had grown rather attached to it, and had been allowed to keep it, having gone as far as to make several modifications, most of which she kept secret.

Noticing the First Officer approaching her, Garnet immediately stood at attention and saluted. "We will begin preparations an hour before landing, ma'am. We have an armored exploration vehicle at our disposal and standard-issue anti-energetic protection gear." She informed dutifully, her voice calm and professional.

---

On a completely different area of the Chaos-Order dichotomy was Sarah Grimm, who, after seeing the successful takeoff, had decided to head away from the bridge for a bit, sincerely not wanting to embarrass her sister during such an important moment of her life. She had briefly considered talking to her briefly and telling her not to stress herself, but she was busy, and so, it was probably better to leave her alone for the time being. They would surely have more than enough time to talk, considering she was the ship's therapist. Fortunately, this also meant that she was free to wander the ship for the time being, as it was highly unlikely (though not outright impossible, as she had come to learn) for someone to develop PTSD after only ten seconds since the take-off.

With this in mind, the pale woman headed towards the bar. She didn't do this out of a particular desire to get hammered, however, but rather, because she figured that was where some of the interesting members of the crew would be gathering for the time being. Her peculiar mutant powers greatly diminished the effect that alcohol had on her either way, so sharing a drink with the other crew members without becoming unsteady would be no problem.

Arriving at the bar, she was surprised to find out that not many people were present so far, though that did not stop her from approaching the few that were there. "Hello... Damon, was it?" She asked as she took a seat next to Roy. "I overheard your name from the cute blonde officer." She said with a small grin, before turning towards the man behind the counter. "And who might our handsome bartender be?"

[Finland SSR]

Intermission

Atiala Hypernova

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As soon as I approached the last crossing, I took a glance to the somewhat busy avenue behind me, then back to our quiet little street. Neither one of them were close. Good, I don't want them to suddenly jump on me. I then promptly turned around and started walking towards my home - a pretty neat, but rather small house in the suburbs - that was located just a few dozen meters away. It was already night, about 11 PM, but I could see everything clearly.

I think it's also when Dad finally comes back from wherever he goes to train. You know, I kinda feel sad for him sometimes. He always told me that he was born really weak for a Saiyan, so he didn't even get to experience the supposedly thrilling and fun experience of being designated to a combat unit and going on missions to foreign planets to wipe them out - instead, as soon as he was picked up from the planet he destroyed as a child, he was placed on a policing and bureaucratic unit. Most of his life was spent in a guard post on Frieza 221, updating information about the war fronts and Saiyan squads, as well as weekly equipment checks. The whole "genociding for life" thing is pretty evil, but that is just plain boring, especially to a member of a supposed warrior race like him.

Hell, when Mom and Dad first met, she almost killed him by slapping him to a wall by accident! She could easily wreck him in a fight even on the most cloudy days. I think he is the only Saiyan I know who is still not a Super Saiyan.

Normal Saiyans are rarer than Super Saiyans nowadays.

Meanwhile, while those thoughts crossed through my mind, I finally approached our front yard and leaped over the fence. I've been gone for almost a week, though it was six months for me - busy either training, fighting an ugly pink bubblegum monster or grabbing some material for my suit - but the home didn't change at all. My eyes were greeted by a very carefully maintained and decorated array of flowers and greenery - Mom's doing. While Dad is busy making a dough and paying for the mortgage as well as training to close the gap, she took on the decorations and gardening. Who could've known that an infamous space pirate would be so interested in making her home beautiful? A bit farther to the side stood a pair of swings that I really enjoyed as a child - the burn marks from when I accidentally fired my Heat Vision at them were kept.

The lights inside were off - Mom must be sleeping. I don't really need to wake her up, so I slowly took off and started floating towards the window on the second floor - that's where my room supposed to be. Sneak in, start working, then surprise them in the morning and reveal to them that I'm taking on a superhero path. Maybe they'll be against it, maybe they'll think that I was hit in the head too hard. But one thing is clear, and that is-

"Who are you? Why are you on our property?"

!!!

I immediately looked down. The lights were already on, the door was already open and my mom was standing outside in pajamas, looking towards me. Still the same mature purple-haired face - that's where I inherited most of my facial features. Purple is not a natural Saiyan hair color.

"Mom?" I responded. She was confused by my retort at first, then her eyes suddenly widened and the expression changed to a much happier one. Mom then flew up to me and tightly hugged me, speaking:

"Atiala! You've been missing for days! What happened to you?"

"Stuff happened, Mom. Stuff." I replied. The last time I saw her was on Babidi's ship. She was a Majin and I sadistically killed here. Awkward... Mom moved back, holding me by the shoulders.

"Wow... you've gotten much more muscular in those days." she commented. "And a little bit taller, too... I didn't even recognize you at first!"

"Well, I guess, if you say so?"

"Wait... Have you been secretly training all this time, Atiala?"

"Eh, only for the last six months, really..."

"But... I thought we talked about this! No training, and you didn't listen..."

"I still don't understand why it's supposed to be bad."

"You're too powerful, Atiala! Even untrained, you could destroy this planet by... coughing too loudly or something, and now... And now..."

It's a bit disheartening, really. My mom desperately tried to both keep her Kryptonian heritage and act like a normal Earthling parent, and me growing strong enough to shatter galaxies and challenge universe tier villains just ruins her vision. Dad once noted that while Earthlings are weak and frail, the culture they create is so attractive that they can defeat even the most powerful beings imaginable via simple assimilation - they just become a part of the jeans wearing and pop music listening mass. And my family is no exception - Mom was born as a space pirate, Dad is a member of a cruel warrior race, but look where they are now - a family living in the suburbs of an Earthling city, working seven-to-five and baking steaks on Saturdays. He also noted that, since he and his wife only adapted to Earth, they still retain a part of their alien dignity and pride, while I, born on Earth and around Earthlings, will likely end up much worse than them.

"I guess I will have to call Callar now. He's been searching for you all over the country for hours." Mom continued. So that's why he is still not back home. "Go have some sleep - we'll discuss this tomorrow."

"Is that really necessary?"

"Yes, Atiala, it is necessary."

I shrugged, then flew up to my room's window, pulled on the handle and opened it. It's a custom built window that opens from both sides - the company was very confused when Dad came up to them and asked for one. We get it, Earthlings cannot fly! I promptly closed it as soon as I stepped into my familiar room - a pretty small attic-like structure, with shelves of consoles, books and video game disks covering the walls, and a large desk in front of the single bed. The desk had a large computer placed on it - that one is my doing. I had to work for three summers, but I did it.

Instead of going to sleep, I placed the material I was holding in my hands all this time on the floor. A lot of black and purple fabric, some stuff for shoulder pads and a large roll of threads at the side. Okay, where do we start?

Well, first of all, I'm not going to need this tie. All superheroines have long flowing hair, it's more marketable that way. And if you're not marketable as a superhero - you're not going to get very far. Pff, capitalism.

Second of all, I need a new name. All superheroes must have an alter ego, and their identity must a secret! After all, it's more fun and dramatic that way. You can hear actually honest opinion on your superhero work when you're out of the costume. But a name... it must be catchy. It must fit in with the theme. Superman is all super, Batman is all about bats, Spider-Man is all about spiders... What is my motif? Well, I am half-Saiyan, and I use the Super Saiyan transformation - hey, that could a way to hide my identity without a mask! Masks are ugly. Everyone knows me as having purple hair - and when they see someone with golden spiky hair, they won't see the similarity!

Alrighty then... If Super Saiyan is going to be the general thing for my superhero career... then how about...

Super Saiya!

That sounds cool. Two words, same length, honoring both sides of my family and genetic makeup. I guess it works. Now, the costume...

[Charmera]

Chorus: The End of the Beginning (Teaser)
This the place?

Chorus stood at the promenade of a shopping mall, right in front of the door. However this, like the office building was a cover. Perhaps had she gone to the top floor of that building she would have found what she was looking for here. Perhaps that's why she had been stopped by one of the Legendary "Five". She had killed 80% of the group and only now was starting to learn about them.

As far as I can recall. I do still have things... missing.

You sure they'll have my voice here... and the one who's behind this thing.

Yes to the first, and... a firm "not sure" to the second. That was good enough for her, who unsheathed verse and held him in combat stance.

Chorus might have been more concerned about drawing her sword in the mall, if she didn't know it was already a trap. A facade built to keep casual observers from deducing the true purpose of the installation. However for those with motive in breaking into here, there were other Defenses.

The heads of the "civilians" around her swiveled, some all the way around. Mothers with babies made a jarring turn to stare at the intruder before them, massive blade in hand, a tranquil yet stern expression on her face as she stood her ground.

She was almost tempted to speak a taunt. But it might end up exploding into other buildings with actual innocents. It would be a garbled mess anyway, all her voices eager to speak at once.

Her body made the message clear as she moved her blade backwards. Flesh peeled from the Humans around her revealing metalic faces. Reality itself seemed to bleed away slightly.

They know we know... They no longer bother with the facade.

Good. That means they're finally taking us seriously.

[Pantorrum]

Dark Star
Lex Luthor's Corporate HQ

Malcolm had completed his mission, leaving only a call card for the Justice League to find. He always left a Call Card, simply to show his work. Sometimes it attracted new employers, but he mostly did it to mess with the Justice League. He had never done something this big before, so if the League investigated they would be surprised to see his Call Card on something like this.
He had made it to the tower, phasing through and into Luthor's office again. Making himself visible, he approached Luthor's desk.
"The job is complete. Over 250 casualties. The world will soon hear about the threat, ensuring an increased level of support for your passed proposal." Luthor nodded, rising from his seat and extending a hand to Malcolm.
"Excellent work. After seven years of successful missions, you have earned my trust once and for all."
Malcolm was glad to have finally earned such a rare level of trust from the worlds greatest evil mastermind, but was more concerned about his payment.
"Now that the job is done, I need my second half transferred into my account." Luthor nodded, waving off his assistant to do so.
"Of course, as always it will be in there in due time." He took a seat a his desk. "I don't have any more jobs for you right now, but I know someone who could use your help. Vandal Savage may have a job for you." Malcolm rose, satisfied with Luthor referring him to another such as Vandal Savage. His reputation had grown immensely, now with him doing jobs for such major villains. Luthor handed him a piece of paper, informing him of where to meet Vandal.
He turned invisible, preparing to phase through the window.
Phasing through the window, he began to teleport along his line pf sight, working his way to Savage.

[The Republic of Atria]

"Oh. Right. I forgot to tell you. Against my better judgement, I let Frost stay here, in the city. Given the fact that I haven't heard anyone screaming, I assume he's genuinely trying to change." He explained as he crawled out of bed to put his clothes back on. "And since I'm not very good at the whole being nice and helping people to become better people thing, you're coming with."

"I was going to come with you regardless." She replied as she slipped into her costume. "Now... I'm not going to lie. What just happened was... You've never been like that before. Every time you and I do the deed, I'm the one who starts it."

"I know... I told you I'm trying to change like you asked. It's a start." He said and took off with Naja right beside him. "Anyways. Frost is... Like me when we first met. A bit aggressive and hotheaded, but from what I can tell, he wants to change. Since you helped me, I'm hoping you can help him." He suggested. In theory it sounded like a good plan. Plan B was Otis.

"I don't have to sleep with him do I?" It was obviously a joke, but Xander still had trouble picking up on them when they weren't sarcastic. "I mean, we did it, but that's because we're married. And hopefully we'll have kids."

"What? No! Just... You know. Be nice to him." Naja shot him the "It was a joke you idiot" look which flustered him. "I don't know about children, honestly. You're reptilian, and from what I can tell, I'm a mammal. We could always adopt. People love that and there are plenty of orphans that could use a good home." He suggested as they arrived to where Frost was staying. Xander knocked on the door to get his attention. "It's me, Frost. I brought someone that I want you to meet."

[Pantorrum]

Dark Star
Vandal Savage's Secret Hideout

Malcolm had been teleporting for some time, growing wary of it after some time. Teleporting to much can really wear a person down, regardless of their unique powers. He had crossed mountain ranges and traversed cities to get to Savage in his secret layer. Fortunately he was still on schedule, as Savage was expecting him. To keep someone like him waiting would be a major mistake.
After a few more minutes, he finally arrived at the hidden gates of his compound, leading into a mountain side. It was less magnificent than he had imagined, for a man as awesomely powerful as Savage at least. Several guards stood waiting for him, immediately opening the gate upon his arrival. The massive doors slowly opened inward, revealing a long concrete corridor at the end. Several guards stood along the way, all looking as 4 other guards escorted Malcolm down the hall way. It was a place that would definitely be hard to enter for even Dark Star. Aside from that, it was absolutely impossible for any normal human to breach this secure facility. Savage likely felt very safe inside.
Eventually they reached the elevator, ascending up rapidly until it reached the top floor. On the side of the mountain, a semi-circular penthouse poked out, overlooking a vast forest. Savage stood staring out the window. Without turning around he greeted Malcolm.
"Greetings, Dark Star. I have heard excellent things about you. Under normal circumstances, I would have sent your orders to you digitally. This time, however, I wanted to meet you. Luthor tells me you are his best agent, would you agree?"
Dark Star stepped forward, a hidden smile behind his helmet.
"I would," he said without emotion."The best there ever was." Vandal nodded, turning to face him finally.
"I admire a man with pride and confidence. You will need that confidence for the job I have for you." He took a seat at what looked like a very, very old desk. "Please, sit down."
Complying, begrudgingly, he sat in the chair. He never sat in the presence of an employer.
"The Justice League will no doubt be on to you after your last success at the UN. I admire your savagery, its truly inspiring." He paused for a moment, a smile coming onto his evil face. "I want you to be barbaric again, this time at the Hall of Justice. Destroy it, and disgrace the League. the people of Earth will soon learn that the League cannot protect them anymore. They will be undermined, and destroying the Hall of Justice is just the beginning. Next, you will infiltrate the Watchtower and take control of their Zeta Tubes. Disable their computer systems and give me control of the Watchtower. We will trap them there, and you will set off a poisonous gas to eliminate them once and for all. Using the Zeta Tubes, you can make your escape while they are trapped inside."
It was an extremely dangerous job, and it would not be easy to enter the Watchtower in the first place. The Hall of Justice would be easy, but the Watchtower would not be undefended. He would need a way to infiltrate the tower covertly, perhaps through the use of a disguise. It could be done, but not for a low price.
"For a job like this it would cost you big," Malcolm noted. "I hate to admit it, but this will not be easy." Vandal rose from his seated, a smile on his face.
"I am aware of your way of doing things. I have already wired 25 million into your account. 50 million more will be sent upon the completion of you task. If you efforts are unsuccessful, the 50 million will be withheld." Savage turned to look outside again. "If you eliminate the League, none shall remain to threaten me and my plan. Do you understand?"
Dark Star rose from his seat, turning to walk toward the door. "I do." He vanished from sight, turning invisible and teleporting off into the forest. Savage smiled.
It will not be long now until the Justice League is gone for good.

[New Neros]

Messiah Complex
The Hunt for Rip Valentine

The desolate wasteland of the Gobi Desert yielded yet another dead end for the Mad Queen of the Parahumans, her tracking and clues going cold as she finds a single make-shift encampment, void of any and all who had made this their temporary home. Frustrated, Val threw a punch at the tent, causing it to blow away and spill out whatever was left of it’s innards. She breathed deeply and heavily, her pants turning into cries as she dropped to her knees. That she couldn’t find her little brother was tearing the elder Valentine apart, but a piece of paper blew in the wind from where she had knocked the tent over.

Wiping a tear off on her cloak and grabbing the paper quickly, Val scanned it, her face blank as she read a journal entry from her brother, torn and tossed away, recognizing his writing style and his voice while writing. She stood up quickly, her knees covered with sand as a list of cities came up that Rip had written down. “He’s…” She began, “He’s running.” Val said to herself, reading about Rip’s travels against the Registration Movement. “The Civil War is over…” She muttered, folding the paper up neatly, and tucking it into one of her pockets. Val quietly floated up into the skies, her next action to go to the cities Rip had listed. Hyderabad, Karachi, Tehran, Cairo, and Lagos.

All massive cities, all visited at one point by Jump Man.

---

BOOM

A square portal opened in the middle of a sushi restaurant in Sao Paulo, Brazil, causing the entire place to stand motionless as an armored being walked through the dimensional rift. One patron slurped up the last of his noodles as his eyes intently watched who and what would emerge from the portal. That very patron was dressed strangely, a foreigner, outfitted with some special technological improvements to his body, and was the man who was sought after by whoever came from the portal.

“Rip Valentine.” The man said, his deep tone causing the customer to sigh and roll his eyes with extreme displeasure. Emerging completely from the portal, and closing behind him, the armored body of the Mad King stood in the middle of a sushi restaurant, facing the foreigner, who tried his best to ignore him. “Jump Man…”

“Yes, hello, how you doin’ Maxwell, nice to see you, nice talking to you, see you around.” Rip said throwing a wad of money on the bar and sliding off the barstool, walking away from Max. As he walked, a firm grip landed on his shoulder, Rip stopping for a moment, and tightening his fists. “Max, if you could unhand me, that would be greaaat.”

“I will, I just need to tell you some things.” Maxwell said impatiently, “She’s looking for you.”

“Cut the bullshit, who’s looking for me?” Rip said, twisting around and facing Maxwell, Jump a few inches shorter than his King, staring directly at Max’s faceless helm. “Who’s the one wanting an authentic autograph from the Unbeatable Jump Man?”

“Val.” Max replied, Rip diminishing his attitude slightly. “She’s been looking for you for the past couple of days. Rip, why are you running?”

“I don’t run, I jump.” He corrected, but moved his eyes away from Mad Max.

“Still, why?”

Rip tightened his jaw. “I don’t want anything to do with Madworld right now, alright? I want time to myself and to do my own things. I’m not… I’m not like you or Val. I can’t put on a mask and pretend everything is a-OK. I need time to myself and now you come to get me? Why does she want to see me, anyways?!” Rip protected, growing angry.

“Because she can’t pretend any more, Jump Man. Val wants to know her little brother is safe and sound. She’s been living with their ghosts and needs to know -” Maxwell was suddenly interrupted by Jump Man grabbing his armor and lifting him up off the ground.

With a snarl, Jump Man spat, “Don’t talk about them. Not you.” Maxwell didn’t fight back, letting Rip put him back down on the ground instead. “You hit a nerve, alright? Just, just how did you find me anyways?”

“I can sense energy so precisely that I can locate your own unique energy, Rip.” Maxwell explained, “I know you don’t like me, I’m not here for that, I’m here for Val. She’s going to be in Cairo in two hours and I want you to be there. Say hi or something, just let her know you’re alright.” The Mad King begged, Jump Man surprised by the action. “Just, come home, for Val’s sake.”

With that, the Mad King turned and began to leave, forming a rectangular portal in front of him. He cast a quick look behind him, a single glance at Jump Man, who stood there and considered all of what Max had said. The Mad King walked through, the Portal closing behind him, leaving Jump Man alone in a restaurant full of people. Rip looked at his feet, “Fuck!” He spat, shuffling out of the restaurant as well, ready to jump back to Cairo.

---

Jump Man stood over Sao Paulo and looked at the nighttime skyline with wishful eyes, knowing he could continue on his journey and tell Max to fuck off. But, there was a sense of brotherly love that compelled him to do otherwise. He did miss Val, almost as much as Ken, and he couldn’t let her just go on and hurt herself for his sake. Rip ran a hand through his hair, letting it blow in the moonlight as he narrowed his eyes intensely, too many things on his mind.

“...Oh wow…” A soft feminine voice said, causing Jump to whip around and look for the source of the noise.

“Who the fuck?” Jump hollered, directed a person hidden by the shadows. “Show yourself before I kick you in the sternum.” He warned, turning his entire body against the stalker - showcasing his entire muscled body, every piece dedicated to absorbing the shock from his jumps. The girl who watched him previously took a few steps and came out of the shadows, bathing herself in by the light of the moon, reflecting off of her metallic helmet, boots and gauntlets, all held put together with a dark pink tunic. Looking her up and down, Jump Man raised an eyebrow. “Rocket Girl?” He asked.

Tilting her head to the side and stepping up next to Jump, “The one and only. Let’s get moving, fly boy.”

“You heard all of that in the restaurant?” Jump asked, looking at Rocket.

“Most of it. All I know is we’re going to Cairo to meet the mighty Val Valentine.” Rocket Girl said through her metallic helmet. “And I don’t see why you’re soooo distraught on whether to go or not. She’s your sister!”

“You don’t know my family like I know my family.” Rip admitted, “But let’s go anyways. Race ya?” He asked, Rocket Girl giving a smile under her helmet, and blasting off from the rooftops at high speed. “NOT FAIR!” Rip protested, leaning back, and leaping off of the building with immense force, catapulting himself across the landscape, keeping up with Rocket Girl as she flew towards the Atlantic Ocean. Together, the two were ready to face Jump Man’s past once and for all.

[Tomia]

IJ 4K
Sam nodded at Garnet's report, it was succinct, sufficient and well prepared. "Thank you Officer, at ease. There's no need to salute. We'll be working together often and I'd rather not have you stiff as a board all the time." Sam said half jokingly. Sam, was dutiful and liked following the rules, but she also needed to build camaraderie with the crew. Besides, it didn't seem like discipline would be a problem with Garnet. Sam thought she would be a fine officer, she was certainly qualified. The Grimm sister also couldn't help but notice that Garnet was quite cute, though those thoughts were nonprofessional so she pushed them from her mind.

"So, how is it you came upon this assignment Officer Greyson? If I may say, your qualification are quite impressive, I would expect you would already be Captain of your own ship." Sam said to Garnet curiously.

---

Roy watched as a woman who appeared to be in her mid 20's sat next to him. She was wearing a lab coat rather an a military uniform so he recognized her as the ship's psychologist. The woman was quite pretty, but the way she smiled at him made him a little uncomfortable. It reminded him of his time on Earth, when he was a poor kid trying to survive and he did... well "favors" for women like her. Still he tried to act calm as she said hello. "It's Roy actually, Damon is my last name. Who are you?" Roy asked her.

Meanwhile John heard Sarah's question as he wiped down the bar. It didn't surprise him, as a bartender he was quite used to flirtatious women. Though this one was certainly pretty, she had almost an unnatural beauty about her. "Name's John, can I get you a drink beautiful?" He said casually to Sarah, resting his hands on the bar-top in front of him.

[New Rob Halfordia]

"Oh. Right. I forgot to tell you. Against my better judgement, I let Frost stay here, in the city. Given the fact that I haven't heard anyone screaming, I assume he's genuinely trying to change." He explained as he crawled out of bed to put his clothes back on. "And since I'm not very good at the whole being nice and helping people to become better people thing, you're coming with."

"I was going to come with you regardless." She replied as she slipped into her costume. "Now... I'm not going to lie. What just happened was... You've never been like that before. Every time you and I do the deed, I'm the one who starts it."

"I know... I told you I'm trying to change like you asked. It's a start." He said and took off with Naja right beside him. "Anyways. Frost is... Like me when we first met. A bit aggressive and hotheaded, but from what I can tell, he wants to change. Since you helped me, I'm hoping you can help him." He suggested. In theory it sounded like a good plan. Plan B was Otis.

"I don't have to sleep with him do I?" It was obviously a joke, but Xander still had trouble picking up on them when they weren't sarcastic. "I mean, we did it, but that's because we're married. And hopefully we'll have kids."

"What? No! Just... You know. Be nice to him." Naja shot him the "It was a joke you idiot" look which flustered him. "I don't know about children, honestly. You're reptilian, and from what I can tell, I'm a mammal. We could always adopt. People love that and there are plenty of orphans that could use a good home." He suggested as they arrived to where Frost was staying. Xander knocked on the door to get his attention. "It's me, Frost. I brought someone that I want you to meet."

Frost was laying on the couch, mid nap as he heard a knocking on the door. His response to being awoken from his nap, could, in a word, be described as excessive. The nature of his dream was combat oriented, which led to a rather abruptly violent awakening. Given he was facing away the couch while laying down, he threw out an elbow towards the couch's back, snapping it off of the main section, and causing Frost to roll off like a hungover college kid.

After the commotion, Frost got up, rubbing his head. He was, for lack of a better word, hungover. The amount of power he used had its side effects on his body. Included in these was an immense power hangover, which left his muscles sore, and his head aching. Walking to the door, he stretched his arms, before decreasing his power. As his power lowered to only slightly superhuman levels, Frost's height also decreased, until he stood only 6'8", not his normal near 10 feet tall.

The Arcosian opened the door to his temporary abode, "You know Xander, I was having a nice dream just then." he said, in a deadpan tone, his red eyes hardly open, before looking over to Naja, and back to Xander, continuing in his tired monotone, "I don't mean to alarm you, but there is a bipedal snake behind you."

[Zarkenis Ultima]

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Black Sun turned around as she heard Prototype addressing her, though she continued to fly in the direction of the five remaining Dragon Balls, which was indicated in the radar she stole from the PTO troopers. "Oh, he'll be following us? Is he going to help or something though? He didn't look very eager to fight or anything." The Artisan Cyborg asked rather curiously, looking up at the sky in an attempt to find the ship, though the atmosphere, or what remained of it after everything that had happened in New Namek, got in the way of her vision. Shrugging, the girl turned her attention back to Prototype. "Oh, when we arrive, if there's anyone else, we'll just ask if we can take them. If they turn hostile, we'll hit them. Simple, right?" She said with a smile. "After all, don't you want your memories or something like that? Oh, and we should also probably fix this place." She mused.

Before long, the duo of artificial warriors arrived at the place where the five Dragon Balls sat: Frost's ship.

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Jamie frowned as she stepped out of the car and listened to Marybeth talk about her plan. "Hey, hold your horses." She said as she walked up to the blonde girl. "It's cool that you want to act as a distraction and all, I'm sure it'll be very helpful, but our priority is to get out the kids remember? That's what our mission is all about." The hooded girl stated. "We're superheroines, not terrorists. Blowing up the whole place is just going to get people killed, maybe even let the government pin the blame on supers or something. God knows they're being all paranoid about people like us nowadays." She concluded. Despite being more or less disconnected from the outside world she did learn a lot about recent happenings, mostly through gossiping through online play and other such methods.

"Just don't lose your cool, okay? We're in this together, and I know I wouldn't give you a time limit before I collapsed a roof on your head." The black-haired girl admonished, before turning to Cora. "As for how we'll get in and out, can't you fly? I could use my powers to follow you, or you could carry me there... Whichever you prefer." She stated, the awkwardness of her suggestion being lost on her for the time being.

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Kirisvala was still standing in the middle of the training room of the Young Bloods' tower when she heard the alarms being triggered, the blaring sound startling her out of her daydreaming, She had no idea what was going on, being so suddenly brought away from her thoughts about Mars to this state of alert that she knew nothing about. Suddenly, she heard a very familiar voice in her head, and that startled her perhaps more than the alarms, the pink-haired girl letting out a gasp and doing her best to keep her thoughts from leaking into the mind link as the very person she had been daydreaming about contacted her.

"A-ah... Intruders?" She conveyed through the mind link. Taking a deep breath, the Hadrian steeled herself and then sent her thoughts to Mars once again. "I got it. I'll try to intercept them." She said, significantly calmer than before. Rushing out of the training room, she used her claws to move towards the server room, hoping to catch the intruders and figure out who they were and what they were doing in the tower.

[Galnius]

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Jamie frowned as she stepped out of the car and listened to Marybeth talk about her plan. "Hey, hold your horses." She said as she walked up to the blonde girl. "It's cool that you want to act as a distraction and all, I'm sure it'll be very helpful, but our priority is to get out the kids remember? That's what our mission is all about." The hooded girl stated. "We're superheroines, not terrorists. Blowing up the whole place is just going to get people killed, maybe even let the government pin the blame on supers or something. God knows they're being all paranoid about people like us nowadays." She concluded. Despite being more or less disconnected from the outside world she did learn a lot about recent happenings, mostly through gossiping through online play and other such methods.

"Just don't lose your cool, okay? We're in this together, and I know I wouldn't give you a time limit before I collapsed a roof on your head." The black-haired girl admonished, before turning to Cora. "As for how we'll get in and out, can't you fly? I could use my powers to follow you, or you could carry me there... Whichever you prefer." She stated, the awkwardness of her suggestion being lost on her for the time being.

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"Screw the government" Marybeth said. "And I can fly, but I prefer running. Especially if I'm bring someone along with me, it would slow us down." She paused, quite annoyed that Jamie would try and stop her. "And the place needs to be destroyed. The governemnt has to know about it, they just won't DO anything. Did that van not come from a PRISON?" Narrowing her eyes, she did have to admit Jamie was right in one regard. "But yeah, nevermind the time limit. Get those kids out, but that place IS coming down, one way or another."

[Tomia]

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Jamie frowned as she stepped out of the car and listened to Marybeth talk about her plan. "Hey, hold your horses." She said as she walked up to the blonde girl. "It's cool that you want to act as a distraction and all, I'm sure it'll be very helpful, but our priority is to get out the kids remember? That's what our mission is all about." The hooded girl stated. "We're superheroines, not terrorists. Blowing up the whole place is just going to get people killed, maybe even let the government pin the blame on supers or something. God knows they're being all paranoid about people like us nowadays." She concluded. Despite being more or less disconnected from the outside world she did learn a lot about recent happenings, mostly through gossiping through online play and other such methods.

"Just don't lose your cool, okay? We're in this together, and I know I wouldn't give you a time limit before I collapsed a roof on your head." The black-haired girl admonished, before turning to Cora. "As for how we'll get in and out, can't you fly? I could use my powers to follow you, or you could carry me there... Whichever you prefer." She stated, the awkwardness of her suggestion being lost on her for the time being.

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Cora frowned at Marybeth's words, killing the people inside was not part of the plan. Cora wasn't sure she could trust Marybeth to go in alone anymore. "You know, I think you should stay with us Marybeth. We'll subdue the guards first and then rescue the kids before destroying the equipment. We're not killing anyone though, alright? And Jamie is right, we make sure everyone gets together. We're not destroying the place until we're sure everyone is out." Cora told her teammate firmly, not willing to budge on this.

Cora then turned to Jamie, thinking it would be awkward to carry her across the air, "You should fly on your own, and Marybeth you can follow alone with us as well. The element of surprise shouldn't be necessary as we'll be able to overpower them. But remember what I said, no killing." Cora said, looking specifically at Marybeth for the last part.

[The Dark Brotherhood of Deros]

New Namek: Outside Frost's ship
Prototype landed next to Black Sun. "I don't know. I think he's just the type of guy that's in it for the thrill. I hate those types..." Prototype muttered. Seconds later that same cone of energy appeared, and Conundrum arrived. "Hmm... Judging by that design, this is an Arcosian vessel. I'd be careful if I was you." Conundrum remarked, walking in front of the ship.

"So, are the Dragon Balls inside? We should probably go there, although I have a question." He continued. Prototype sighed. "Yes?" He asked impatiently. Conundrum cleared his throat. "What exactly are you planning on wishing for? Because if you're planning to take over the universe or something like that, then I'll have to try and stop you. Even though I'll die almost immediately." He said.

"Trust me, I know a KI user when I see them, and you just scream KI user." Prototype chuckled. "You'd be right about that. But no. I don't intend to take over the universe. I just want my memories back. Don't ask how I lost them." He responded. He then turned to Black Sun. "Shall we enter then?" He asked her.

[New Neros]

-snip

As the renowned assassin on Madworld waited, the fearsome Mad King entered the headquarters of the Ultra Corps and scanned it's interior with prying eyes. As back-up, he brought the elegant Otto Godblessed, dressed keenly and looking sharp as the Hand of the King, as he stood beside Maxwell. The King locked eyes with the secretary and approached her rapidly, his metallic boots stomping on the floor as he went. She seemed flustered and a bit nervous, stammering, "M-My King, Mr. Carter is in the meeting room you had specified." She with a weak smile. Maxwell looked her up and down with a blank face, causing the girl to grow uneasy and nervous in the presence of such political might.

"Thank you." He uttered quickly, the girl breathing a sigh of relief. "I will not keep Lysia waiting too long, hopefully." He said, both to the secretary and to Otto. "If our reports on her are to be trusted, now is the time to act on her insurrection, right, Otto?" Max asked, the two walking away from the desk and through the hallways.

"Certainly. She's a wildcard, but the right offers will stall her movement from aligning with the Regency. If Lysia goes, we will lose the refugees." Otto answered, coming before a pair of double doors. "This must be the place."

"It sure is. Today, we may very well deal with two threats to Madworld at once." Maxwell declared, pushing open the doors and entering the luxurious meeting room, coming face to face with the assassin himself. Extending a hand, Maxwell grasp Daniel's firmly, and shook it hardily. "Mr. Carter, it is a pleasure to meet you." He said with a deep, soothing voice, uncharacteristic of his appearance. "I am known for my arrogance, for my pride in both myself and my nation, my wrath and my madness. I am a King and some here believe me to be a God. I approach you as neither. I call upon you and speak with you as a man."

Gesturing to a table, Maxwell and Daniel went to opposite sides. As Daniel began to pull out a chair to sit, Maxwell held out his hand. "There's no need. We can stand and sit if we grow tired." He said, leaning his palms on the table to look intently at Daniel. "I would ask you to tell me about yourself, but I know enough."

"Well, that's good to hear." Daniel said with a smirk, standing and crossing his arms before the King. "And who is the friend you brought along?" The assassin said, motioning towards Otto Godblessed, knowing who the man was, but wanting to hear it from Mad Max instead.

"This is my right hand, Otto Godblessed. He runs the most effective government that has ever existed on Madworld. His laws and and decrees carry the weight of my own words, I hardly a make domestically without consulting Godblessed. Take care, though, he is no Parahuman, but an Asgardian." Maxwell informed Daniel, "When I look at him, though, I see no difference. His race doesn't matter, what matters is his skills. And in that regard, he has no equal." Turning to focus on Daniel after glancing at Otto, Maxwell continued, "Now, this meeting is about your...client."

"Yes, yes, I can relay all information to Kil-" Daniel stopped talking as Maxwell held up a hand. "Something wrong?"

Up until then, Max had worn his typical helmet before Daniel Carter, and began to reach back to the base of it. Clicking a latch at the base of his skull, a soft fizzing of the oxygenated environment escaping was made as Maxwell removed the helm entirely. His face was rarely seen, but Daniel had perhaps managed to see it once or twice when during his searches for Mad Max. The King set the helm on the table, facing Daniel with his true eyes. "I feel no need to wear a mask in front of you, Mr. Carter, and you should feel the same to me."

Daniel's throat tightened, the man lowering his chin slightly. He considered his options, playing the fool or owning up to Killswitch. Rather than being caught in a situation where Maxwell didn't know, Carter tried to play his luck. "I don't know what you're talking about, King Morningstar."

"Killswitch." Maxwell replied.

"...Is my client." Daniel corrected with a genuine smile, a fake one he had perfected to the point of being too good to be false.

"Mr. Carter, I'd rather not go into semantics about this. It doesn't matter to me and I have no reason to call you a liar, or tell others. This room lacks recording equipment, no one but us three know who Killswitch is. Like Otto Godblessed, who or what Killswitch is doesn't matter to me. I want his skills, and I want them to be used against an enemy so great that it is a very, very likely event that Killswitch may not be coming home. Tell me, Mr. Carter, what is the price of your life?"

Daniel stood there for a moment, considering his options. His best option was to politely refuse and walk away, but it was evident that Maxwell knew too much. It felt like indirect blackmail, and Daniel took on a slight snarl. "I'll take the mission, but I have my demands. If you already know so much about me, then you'll bring my sister to Madworld. I want her safe and taken care of for the rest of her life. I demand new armor and weapons, top of the line, from your own research and development teams with the Forever Knights. And then some money. A lot of it."

Maxwell smiled, "All this and you don't even know who you're fighting yet. I can do it all, Mr. Carter. The man you will be targeting, the one who I want wiped from the face of the Earth, is the Praetorian Emperor, Xander." The words fell heavily upon Daniel as Max spoke them, but he dared not look shocked or weak at the mention of a mere man, just another target for Killswitch. "I have some technological marvels to give you in order to help this mission along as well. A version of the Sentry Serum, allowing you to fight on my own or Xander's level for some time, and a Nega-Bomb that houses enough power to destroy Praetoria."

Nodding, Daniel could see where Max was going with the devices. "The second is to be used in case the first doesn't work?" Carter asked.

"Precisely. I will make arrangements to bring Rebecca over to Madworld. She will be here by night fall. Your mission will begin sometime after." Maxwell informed Killswitch. "All you need to know on Xander will be at my palace, Cathedral Terra. Make your way there and begin your research, if you don't know much on the Golden God yet. You'll also find my armory and development labs there, and they will give you the upgrades to your arsenal that you require."

"I can manage, but a refresher on Xander would be nice." Daniel said, "I'll accept the mission. I'll see you at the palace, then." With that Daniel collected himself and began to head to the door. "Thank you for the opportunity, King Morningstar." Daniel said on his way out, Max giving the man a smirk a nod. As Daniel left, Max turned to Otto, the two sharing a glance.

"I'll go fetch Lysia." Otto said, "Hopefully that will take care of Xander... Or Killswitch." The Asgardian said on the sly.

[The Silhouette of Adventure]

Death and Terror
The End Begins

0 Hours

"Three weeks ago, death rained from the skies as the Dathomiri invaded our world." United Nations Representative Kelly dipped his head for a moment in silence to honor the lives lost in the alien invasion. "Two weeks ago, a powered terrorist we have since found out goes by the name of Dark Star killed thirty of our own representatives, along with hundreds of others. Two months ago, South City, once a metropolitan centre of the East Coast, comparable to the likes of Metropolis or New York City, was levelled in a fight between rogue members of the so-called Hero group the Fantastic Four and a Parahuman with little regard for human life. One month ago, East City was obliterated by what has since been revealed to have been an invader from an alternate Earth, whose power exceeds that which we knew was possible."

Representative Kelly breathed deeply. "Chaos and destruction are becoming the norm, now. Even as Heroes rise, new threats emerge to challenge them. Where does it stop? Where does the killing stop? The Superhuman Registration Act was the first step in curbing the terror that now grips the world in the face of our new self-declared Heroes, but it was not enough. It was weak legislation that did little, in the long run, but divide our defenders and give no legal authority to those who aligned with the United Nations, with SHIELD, with good, to make the arrests they needed to. Today..." Suddenly, an aide ran onto the stage, rapidly whispering in Representative Kelly's ear. "Oh... Oh my God..." Kelly's face went starch white. "God help us. God help us all."

---

-4 hours

"Namorita. Microbe. Night Thrasher. Speedball." In the dark expanses of the Moon, two figures stood, watching the Earth. The first was a Watcher, elder beyond comprehension. "Four Heroes whose destiny will change the world forever."

"There is still time to change it, Uatu. There is still time to end this conflict before it even begins." The second figure, cloaked in shadows and holding a very large, very strange book, smirked. "You are a fascinating being, Watcher of Earth. Each and every one of the powerful figures that live on this planet, no matter the power that they hold, follow the whims of fate. You, though... You are one of few that yet holds the ability to change the book. To change Destiny." The eponymous figure tilted his head, awaiting a response. "And yet, you choose to do nothing."

"This is my oath, Destiny of the Endless." The Watcher replied sombrely.

"An oath you have broken countless hundreds of times." The Watcher was silent in response, before turning and vanishing, leaving Destiny to his own devices.

"The New Warriors." Destiny sighed beneath his cloak. "Today, they die."

---

-2 Hours

As the New Warriors rested in their lounge, the door opened inwards, revealing their producer. "I just got word that Coldheart was sighted in our area. Get in makeup. We might actually have something here."

Namorita raised an eyebrow. "Coldheart? You sure it's not some teenage punk idolizing the bad guys, like when you saw Joker in Springfield last week?"

"Or that time you panicked and told the Justice League that you saw a massive organization of villains... At Comic-Con?" Microbe yawned.

Night Thrasher smirked beneath his mask. "Or how about that time you tried to get us to arrest Spider-Man on the word of J. Jonah Jameson?"

The producer scowled. "How is that even remotely the same situation, Thrasher?"

He shrugged. "It isn't. Just wanted to remind you of it. Again."

The producer breathed deeply. "I would fire all of you if it wouldn't turn me into the biggest laughingstock in the industry. Get into makeup, assholes."

Speedball just rolled his eyes, chuckling at his teammates' jokes as the producer left the room. He turned towards them, appraising them for a moment, before nodding towards Night Thrasher, who simply tapped the table in the middle of the room, revealing a holographic projection of Coldheart. "Kateri Deseronto, also known as Coldheart. No inherent powers, but her swords have the ability to fire cryonic blasts. Freeze rays." Night Thrasher began. "She's typically a solo worker, but she was apparently involved in a mass coordinated breakout from Rhykers and Belle Reve a few months back. I've sent files on potential baddies she could be with to each of you."

For a brief moment, there was nothing but silence in the room as the group looked over the files. Namorita narrowed her eyes and frowned at some of the names. "There are some big names on here, Speedball. Nitro? The guy took out the Hulk, once. The full League had trouble with him. I even see Mystique and Blob on here. Who coordinated this escape?"

Speedball sighed, sitting up. "Intel says Riddler clues were found all over both prisons. He probably organized it from the outside, getting himself a buttload of favours from everywhere in the Supervillain community. He's been sighted in Gotham, the Bat's territory."

Night Thrasher nodded slowly. "Just ran a cross check with some of my federal contacts. When Coldheart broke out of Rhykers, she was with a group of two others. Cobalt Man, an Iron Man rip, and Speedfreak, another Hulk villain. All three get their powers from their gear, so we need to get in and take them out before they have time to get it on."

"If we don't, we might have a big problem." Microbe narrowed his eyes. "I'm looking at Speedfreak and Cobalt Man's gear specs. Speedfreak has adamantium in his suit, and Cobalt Man's is comparable to some of Stark's more recent metal cages. These guys are strong."

"So, we take them out fast." Speedball laughed.

"I mean, come on guys. We're Heroes. Everyone knows Heroes always win. How hard could it be?"

---

0 Hours

"Thrasher and I are in position. Coldheart won't know what hit her." Namorita smirked, talking into a small communicator on her wrist. "The two of you ready?"

"You got it." Speedball chuckled. "Copyright-infringement over here isn't anywhere near his suit." He zoomed in on the binoculars, carefully watching Speedfreak for any sign that he was sighted and compromised.

"Cobalt Man has no idea that my little beasties are coming for him." Microbe confirmed, watching his opponent. "I'll give the signal once he's out."

For a moment, there was silence on the comms. "Oh, shit." Night Thasher started. "We've been made. Coldheart-"

They were cut off by Coldheart yelling into the house. "Everyone into costume! It's a raid!"

"Fuck. If our fight does too much property damage, we won't get paid. Everyone in! Let's do this!" Speedball scowled, before jumping into action. "Microbe, take Cobalt Man out of the fight now. I've got Speedfreak."

Microbe smirked as Cobalt Man rose, trying to get to his suit, only to fall flat on his face unconscious. His minions crawled out of his opponent's outfit. "Cobalt is down for the count. I've got-"

The others didn't have time to question why Microbe suddenly went silent, each busy dealing with their own foes. Speedball reached his adamantium clad opponent just as he began putting on his suit. "I've heard that the clothes make the man, Speedfreak..." He smirked, leaping into the air and slamming his foot into the man, knocking him through the wall. "And in your case, it's totally true!"

The floating camera at his side suddenly began to speak. "Didn't quite catch that last part, Speedball. Sound was off. Any chance you could say it again?"

Speedball smirked. "No problem." He picked up the almost unconscious supervillain, throwing him into the air. "I've heard that the clothes make the man, Speedfreak..." He leapt into the air once more, kicking his opponent through a fence and into the street. "And in your case, chuckles, it's totally-!"

Night Thrasher and Namorita had already leapt into action, dispatching Coldheart with ease. "Alright." Namorita smiled. "Let's call the authorities. That's all of them. You got Speedfreak tied up, Speedball?" Silence answered her. "Speedball?"

Namorita and Thrasher glanced at each other before she dropped Coldheart's unconscious body, slowly advancing into the house. When they got to the kitchen, they found Microbe.

"Shit." Night Thrasher leaned down, feeling for his friend's pulse. Blood caked his face and body, with burn marks all around him.

"Shit, Thrasher?" Namorita scowled. "Is that really all you have to say? Please tell me that he's at least-"

"He's alive. Let's move. Speedball might not be so lucky." Night Thrasher narrowed his eyes. "I don't recognize the blast pattern, but the only one with these kind of powers in the escapee list was Nitro. This doesn't look like his work." He continued as the two advanced through the house once more, with a sense of urgency.

"Doesn't it, Night Thrasher?" Nitro's eyes flared red as the duo entered the front yard. Nitro was holding Speedball above him, limp, as blood dripped down. His neck was bent at an unnatural angle. "Goldfish Girl and the Bondage Queen against Nitro." The Supervillain smirked.

The two Heroes simply scowled. "Is he dead, Nitro?" Night Thrasher's voice was even, as though he were not feeling any emotion. Despite that, it was obvious the rage that was going through him.

"Who? The speedster?" Nitro simply laughed. "Can you say he ever really lived?" He dropped the body, turning towards them fully. " Sometimes, playing with fire gets you burned."

"Shut up." Night Thrasher leapt forward, smacking Nitro across the face with his Escrima sticks, knocking him to the ground. "Namorita." He ordered, not even turning his head towards her.

The Atlantean walked forward, standing over Nitro. "On your feet, Nitro. And don't try any of your stupid explosions, because that's only going to make me hit you harder."

"You really don't get it, do you?" Nitro smirked, slowly standing as blood dripped from his nose. "We aren't the bargain basement losers you guys are used to." He suddenly leapt backwards, pulling out a small syringe and injecting it into himself before either of them could stop him. "We're the big boys."

His eyes flared once more, a sickening orange. And then, the world turned to fire.

---

The shockwave spread, quickly at first, but slower as the moments went on. Stamford, Connecticut was the epicenter, but Nitro was far more powerful than anyone had expected. The fire and the death spread outward and destroyed the entirety of Fairfield County, Connecticut.

In the city of Stamford, more than two hundred people were killed in the first ten seconds.

Overall, almost two million lives were ended that day.

[The Republic of Atria]

"Your perception is brilliant." Xander replied in an equally deadpan tone. "What you didn't pick up was that this bi-pedal snake woman is my wife." Luckily he was in a good mood. "This is Naja. My wife. I told you about her while we were having our little scuffle on Namek."

"Wow. You both really are cut from the same cloth. One sentence, and I can tell that you both couldn't communicate without the use of sarcasm." She mutters half annoyed at Frost's snake comment. "Annnnnyways, moving onto the subject at hand, Xander told me that you and him have a bit in common. Aside from constant sarcasm and anger issues. Now, I'm not a therapist. Give you three guesses as to why. But, I did help him get past a lot of the baggage he was carrying and made him... Erm. Less of a dickhead." Xander responded with an agitated look. " Calm down. I said less." she was teasing him, but he didn't have to like it. "I can't say I'm going to do everything I did for Xander... Because that would be really weird. I can however, give you someone else to talk to." She said calmly, but genuine.

"I can't promise I'll fix everything. I can't promise that you'll get over whatever happened that made you this way. That's up to you to deal with. I can promise that I'll at least try to be your friend." She offered. "And I can probably give advice aside from go smash those responsible into bloody mush."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Xander quipped.

"The difference being that the both of you can smash planets like they're eggs. I don't need to tell either of you what being angry all the damn time does to a person. Xander, you were two steps away from a rampage. The best advice I can offer you, Frost, is to confront this, and move on. find a hobby and move on with your life. Dwelling on it will just make you more upset, and that's not going to be good for anyone. I'm not going to tell you how to deal with it. Because if you're as much like my husband as he says, I already know what you're going to do. Nothing I say or do will convince you otherwise and truth be told, you're in the right. But once you do it. Don't focus on the past. You can't change it, but you can change what you will do." She didn't mind being the good cop to Xander's bad cop. And she sure as hell wasn't a therapist. But advice was advice, and hopefully she got through to him.

[Pantorrum]

Dark Star
Secret Layer

Malcolm had returned to his secret base, hoping to prepare for the mission to come. It was the biggest job he had ever taken. Now he was going after the Justice League directly. His attack on the UN, it was big but no one stood a chance. The Justice League could fight back successfully if he was discovered. So long as he remained invisible, none could detect him besides maybe Martian Man Hunter. He was the biggest threat. Not to mention, the main dilemma was actually getting into the Watchtower in the first place. The operations base for the worlds greatest heroes, it was no small feat. None the less, it had to be done and none other was more fit for the job than Malcolm.
Entering the armory, bright lights flickered on above. They revealed a vast arsenal of weapons, ranging from revolvers to high end explosives. There were carbines, assault rifles, DMR's, rocket launchers, sniper rifles- pretty much everything you could think of. These weapons would be useless against the League, though. He needed something to get him into the Watchtower, which he didn't have anything to do that. That aside, he needed to load up with shock grenades, smoke grenades, and explosive grenades. He walked over to a corner of the room where hundreds of small metallic orbs lay, arranged by type. Grabbing several of each one, he stored them in his belt. He walked to a different wall, typing in a code that opened a box. It was one of his most valuable items, a collar that prevented one from using their super powers. he only needed one, and he needed it for Martian Man Hunter. He was the only one that could detect him while invisible and was thus the greatest threat.
Moving to another part of the room, he grabbed a bag full of C-4, which he would use to bring down the Hall of Justice. Next he grabbed the most essential part of the plan, two canisters of toxic gas that he would set off to kill the League. Everything was set to go, and now all he needed to do was head to the Hall of Justice and wait for nightfall. Pressing a button, the elevator rose to ground level and he turned invisible as he phased through the wall.
Now to the Hall, he thought. It would be best to wait for nightfall.
Teleporting swiftly, he made his way to the Hall of Justice and waited patiently for the sun to finally set on this long day.

[The Fallen Jedi]

The Unsung Brother
Part 2: Reconciliation

"Ximen..."

Ximen stared at the fused form of Satera, a blank expression on his face as Satera returned this gaze with a surprised glint within his eyes, it had been so long since father and son stood before each other, but while Ximen had once been the apprentice to his father, he was now the forger of his own destiny, the Master of Genesis set his gaze upon the Keeper of Balance, titans of their respective realm "Father..." Ximen began, a gentle breeze blowing past his long white hair, which flowed elegantly through the wind "It has been a long time, has it not?" Satera could only nod his head in agreement before the Unsung Brother continued speaking "The last time I stood before you was when you were training me to master my rampant powers, but as you see now..." Closing his eyes, white energy exploded around him "I have gained control of my power and have made good use of it, Genesis has been brought to it's full potential, thanks to the influence of my power, just as you planned from the very beginning." Ximen opened his eyes, the same white energy emerging from his eyes like steam, quite literally showing how even outside of his realm, Ximen was no pushover whatsoever.

Unable to hide his emotions from Ximen, Satera's eyes widened at the display of power that his son was presenting, Ximen truly did manage to master his powers to near perfection! "Ximen..." Satera began, his eyes showing regret and sadness within them "I already know that you are aware of the deaths of your two brothers, I am so sorry that you never had a chance to actually interact with them, you could have even convinced them that the path that they were going down was wrong." Satera approached his matured son, water welling up within his eyes "I... Haven't been a good father to you Ximen." The Keeper of Balance admitted "I put the maturity of Asumar and Kazuko before my duties to raising you properly, but I just simply hope that you won't go seeking revenge on the murderers of your kin, I've already lost an old friend and my two children, I can't lose both you and Ryu-" Ximen brought his hand onto his father's shoulder and shook him slightly, causing Satera to stare at him in surprise, being unable to find his voice once more.

"Do not dwell within the past, that is what you've told me long ago." Ximen smiled before he strode past the Fused God "As for the unfortunate demise of Asumar and Kazuko, that was a result of Asumar's unwavering overconfidence, and Kazuko's stubborn determination and fragile state of mind, I hope that Death is lenient with them. However, the death of Shimura is of far more importance." Ximen's smile quickly faded away, a serious expression replacing it "According to my agents, Shimura passed away due to extremely old age, while this fact is true, I fear that this situation is not what it appears to be, there is a missing component that you have not yet noticed." he turned to face his father, a drop dead serious expression remaining on his face "Shimura may have been a wise man, but he did something that was foolish, he was absorbing the energy of the universe in an attempt to further his own life span, and even if it may have been a relatively minor impact on the universe, the impact made on this Galaxy has been massive to say the least, for that massive amount of energy was sent back to the core of Mortis, and it unleashed a massive burst of energy that could be felt throughout the entire universe, gaining the attention of nearly every cosmic entity within our Universes boundaries."

"Or in other words, that so-called God Wave has the garnered the attention of numerous high-tier cosmic entities and has weakened your all-powerful hold over this Galaxy."

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Billions of years ago

A group of six humanoid figures stood within a circle of stone pillars inside a large open chamber, an endless azure expanse spreading out above them as the blue-tinted masonry beneath seemed to twitch, disappear and reform at random intervals, though it never happened close to any of the six. One of them, tall and with white hair and icy eyes, was seemingly the eldest and the leader of the other five, standing in front of the group as the others remained behind him and to his left and right, most of them remaining some distance away, though a woman with peculiar leaf-colored hair and aqua eyes stood next to him. The two, much like everyone else present, were observing the phenomenon taking place at the very center of the stone circle. There, in front of their eyes, was a cloud of energy, like a nebulous galaxy, slowly spinning around a rainbow-colored orb at the cloud's core. Notably, the rainbow orb seemed to pulse softly, the cloud beginning to become more and more compact, though this was difficult to perceive. The colors within the orb were ever-shifting, though there was a predominance of a golden shade, with red coming in second, and a blot of black seemed to disappear and reemerge sporadically, bigger and bigger each time.

Not deterred by the lack of any interesting developments besides these small details, the six watchers continued to stand and observe.

"It should finally coalesce any second now... Not that there are seconds here." The white-haired man predicted. The woman to his side simply chuckled at his remark.

"I wonder what it will be." One of the others commented, receiving a general agreement from the rest.

But they soon returned to their silent observation, until eventually, the process unfolding came to an end. The swirling energy surrounding the colorful orb seemed to begin contracting much faster than before, as the orb began pulsing more and more. In the span of what amounted to a few seconds, the energy, much like predicted, coalesced into a humanoid form, and then, the orb at its core began shining brightly, its light enough to momentarily blind the surrounding observers.

"We know what its favorite element is, at least." One of the six commented.

When the group opened their eyes what they saw in front of them was not a cloud of energy, nor an orb of light. Rather, it was a young girl, with short blonde hair and two eyes with irises that were a deep scarlet shade. She was clad in flowing white robes that were a bit long for her, and though she looked like an already grown child, for a moment, she acted like a newborn, taking in her surroundings, testing her limits. The girl brought her hands up to her face as if to feel it, enjoying her own warmth, before extending her arms outward and observing them intently as she moved them a little. Then, she took a step, and another, and then did a little twirl as she looked down at herself with what appeared to be amazement. The girl then ran a hand through her hair, smiling as she basked in its silky feeling, and then immediately stopping as she felt her mouth twisting. These things, and many more, she had felt hundreds, thousands, millions of times, but then, her mind was... numb. Now, to feel them while truly aware and with a sense of self, and on the closest thing she had to her own flesh? It was fascinating.

Only after a few more moments of contemplating her own existence in awe, did she realize that she was being observed.

"It's a girl!" One of the six called out, clearly excited.

"And a very pretty one." Another remarked.

The girl, however, understood none of this. The language the others were speaking in was something unknown to her, and in fact, the six people standing around her were themselves an anomaly. This was the first time she had ever encountered a creature that was not a part of her, and though she shared a bond with them nonetheless, she was yet to discover it, as it was buried beneath the other sensations and experiences her mind was processing, a mind that had only now truly awakened to the world. Looking around, the girl stopped to take in her surroundings for the first time, observing the glowing symbols on the masonry that surrounded her, the large pillars, and the azure tint that everything seemed to have there, including the boundless expanse that stretched out above them. It was all very interesting, but none of that seemed to be alive, and so, she soon turned her attention back to the six beings who observed her.

"Hello." One of them soon spoke, the eldest of them all. But unlike the others, he did not speak to her with his voice. It was an entirely different process altogether. Instead of emitting a set of sounds whose meaning was agreed upon beforehand, the eldest of the observers reached out with his mind and touched hers, conveying concepts and ideas instead of words, speaking to her in thoughts. In non-abstract terms, perhaps the best way to describe would be by evoking the image of two bubbles that touched, a small tube bridging the two isolated spaces.

However, unlike bubbles, both the girl and the man were living, sentient creatures, and so, the process, though analogous, was infinitely more complex. At first, the sensation of an alien consciousness probing her own and establishing contact with it had startled her, the girl letting out a soft, nearly silent gasp. Whatever sense of amazement and wonder might have come from that very simple action was obscured by the sense of alarm that she had as she attempted to step back, an action that did nothing to sever the connection between herself and the white-haired man in front of her.

But after a moment, the girl calmed down, understanding that the man meant no harm, despite the sudden intrusion. Instead, a sense of embarrassment began to set in, as she recalled a concept that she had learned of during the time that her consciousness slumbered. 'Learning' was perhaps not the most appropriate word, as the process alluded to involved the gradual assimilation of pre-processed knowledge, but it was the closest analogue available. The concept in question was that of intimacy: the connection that had been established was a very intimate one, which caused her certain discomfort, and as she recalled the usual reaction to this type of situation, the girl inadvertently recreated said reaction within her own body, her cheeks turning rosy as she looked away.

"Now, now, don't be shy." The white-haired man conveyed, surprising her once more, though the experience was not nearly as startling as it had been previously. As he spoke to her in thoughts, he also made a gesture that beckoned her to walk closer, and though it was a far less clear method of communication than transmitting pure thoughts, it was no less universal, and certainly much more versatile than language. Nodding, the girl began slowly walking towards the man, who smiled widely, a gesture that she associated with satisfaction. Deciding to attempt to communicate back, she gathered her thoughts into a coherent form, based on that of the thoughts he had previously transmitted to her, and sent them to him.

"Hello." She told him, causing him to chuckle.

"Ah, wonderful, you responded. But I will teach you a far simpler way to do this, alright?" The man conveyed, and then, suddenly, something strange occurred, causing the girl to stop walking and freeze in place, blinking, confused. Just like thoughts could be transferred through the connection that currently existed between the two minds, so could other things be sent from one side to the other, and what the man with white hair had just done was transfer data that consisted of detailed knowledge on the speech that he and the other five had agreed to use to communicate. Uncertain of what to do with this information, the girl made her first few vocalizations, at first pausing in amazement at her own soft voice, before continuing. Not too long passed before she made her first attempt at truly communicating.

"Hello." The girl repeated, using words this time, and the man, and everyone else around them, smiled. The man beckoned for her to move closer once again, and so she did, as he got on his knees to match her height and gently took her hands once she was close enough.

"My name is Kazayannú. What is yours?" The man asked her kindly. However, the question, despite being rather simple, left the girl in a state of confusion once again. She could grasp the concept of a name, and she understood why every living creature would have one, but at the same time, she could not remember being assigned one herself. Despite this, as she concentrated on this strange matter, a thought came to her, not forcefully like the ones transmitted by the white-haired man, but naturally, coming to her on its own. She soon understood that it was her name, and after nodding to herself as if to confirm it, she spoke.

"Hadrimmelis."

[Charmera]

"I've found nothing. Though I think this Nirvana thing is something..." Cat replied then paused. "Actually, you don't mind staying here for a bit? I could use the company..." She then looked at the files she had in front of her. Their titles didn't tell her anything immediately. She was about to double click on one of them when suddenly the files started vanishing. He eyes widened. "Someone's scrubbing the files remotely!" She exclaimed, quickly tossing one of the files onto the hard drive.

Meanwhile, a figure seemed to manifest in the YB server room, pouring herself out of the server machine itself. The figure was clad in black, with a blade in her hand. She proceeded to run out of the room, tripping off a security alarm in her haste. She began to run towards the exit with considerable speed.

Mars nodded to Cat when she asked him to stay, watching her browse through the files when suddenly she shouted about the files being deleted remotely and the tower alarm began blaring. Mars quickly jumped from his seat and pressed a button on his watch, connecting him to ADAM. "ADAM! Shut down the server and initiate emergency lock down!" Mars shouted as soon the doors and windows started to be blocked by large steel bars that would keep people from going in or out. He then turned to Cat, "Come on, we have to find this intruder!" He shouted to her, before then using his mental link with Kiris, Kiris, there's an intruder in the tower. They're most likely coming from the server room. We need to find them.

The black clad intruder stopped just before she was crushed by the falling steel. She paused for a moment, seemingly thinking. Then she just stopped, the blade held downwards in one hand. She seemed to be waiting for the three of them to catch up with her. Her one good eye scanning the room.

"What are we waiting for then?! They may have the files or some answers." Cat replied as she grabbed Mar's arm in her gloved hand and moved. She soon let go, as it was mostly to get him moving. She sped towards the elevators, pressing it. She ran down the stairs, not wanting to go to the elevator.

[Siliarba]

"Oh, don't worry about the insects. I could always spit them out later to keep them safe." Remarked Xyri as she walked towards the fridge. "I'll leave them alone for now though. Insects always have a wierd taste anyway, not that I don't like them." She remarked. "As for the Mold, I'm honestly not too picky, and I'm not sure why humans don't like mold. Insects I get, they're an acquired taste, but mold is delicious."

Xyri went on to devour the contents of the fridge apart from the insects, sliding her jello body inside before oozing out. She grew ever so slightly. "That hit the spot." She remarked. "And for the record, I'm not really made of Jello, though my consistency is... disturbingly similar."

"Anywho, how are you Rin?" Xyri asked with a grin, not minding a bit of conversation with her meal.

Rin Tarla

It's always weird watching Xyri do stuff, you can see through her and see no organs, nor anything she just ate. Not even a brain. So would that mean that every cell she has fulfills the same function and every cell on it's own has it's own brain or something. "I'm curious, does every part of you have a designated function or can every part adapt to any given function or something like that? Like the part that is now your hand, when you change form and then go back to your humanoid form, will that same part be a hand again or can it be anything else? And do things feel differently for different parts or is it all the same?"

I bowed over to Xyri inspecting her closely, mainly hoping to hear something because that's how I understand things I hear them, but she's a silent jello-like thing to me, but I can hear jello, but not her. I took her hand and squeezed it a bit "Like does this feel the same like getting squeezed some other part like this?" I reached out my other hand and squeezed the first part of Xyri it reached. Which, ..., unfortunately for me was somehow her upper thigh, I think I just accidentally squeezed her behind... I instantly let go and jumped back a step, instantly blushing the reddest of red "S, s, s, ... Sorry, I didn't mean to!" I blurted out shouting when I suddenly heard the alarm that an intruder was in the building going off "Awesome, we're being attacked! ... I mean, oh no, we're being attacked, let's ignore what just happened and look for the intruder!"

I ran out of the room quickly, normally I'd hear any intruder in a heartbeat, usually the intruders heartbeat, but I was to distracted by the fact my own heartbeat was through the roof not allowing me to focus on anything going on right now.

[Pantorrum]

Dark Star
Hall of Justice

Darkness had descended on the peaceful surroundings of the Hall of Justice. The darkness was aided by a thick cloud cover, blocking out the moon and the stars entirely. In fact, if it weren't for the lights of the nearby city, it would have been entirely pitch black. The conditions were perfect to bring down the Hall, and at this hour it should be empty.
He descended to the group, remaining invisible the entire time. All he needed to do was place the charges and go. Of course, it was pointless to place them while invisible. Firstly, no one was there to see him. Secondly, the charges would become visible as soon he removed his hand after placing them. Instead, he turned back to his normal mode, simply walking up to the Hall of Justice.
What to do about these cameras...hmmm, he thought. The front door was gaurded with camera's, meaning he may be seen if he entered that way. He quickly dashed around the side of the building, turning invisible just for a moment to phase through the back wall.
The Hall was vast, holding multiple glorious statues of League members and remains of terrific monsters they have slain in defense of the Earth. Defacing them almost seemed unthinkable- almost. It was no hard task for Malcolm, he didn't care what the League had done. It all came down to the highest payer, and the League doesn't hire agents like him. There downfall would not cost him any sleep at night.
Walking up to the pillars supporting the building, he began placing c-4 charges. Pillar after pillar he placed charges, and along the walls to. Every statue had an explosive fitter to it, and after about 10 minutes he stood back looking at his work. Everything was set to blow when suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared some where behind him. Malcolm was alarmed that he had not heard him coming, considering his enhanced hearing.
It must be a professional, he thought.
Just as he stated looking around, another figure appeared behind him, and arrow firing at him. Swiftly, he spun around and caught it just in-front of his face. As he did, sleeping gas shot from the tip of the arrow, engulfing him in a cloud. What the assailant didn't know was that his suit had a filtration system. Using the gas to his advantage, he switched to thermal vision and immediately seen the attacker's heat signature. Leaping forward, he brought his leg into the man's side, sending him hurtling into a wall. His partner fired three more arrows simultaneously from behind him, Dark Star ducking all three of them as the struck the wall behind him. Malcolm pulled out his battle staff as the man charged at him, arrow in hand. The arrow shot toward him, only to be struck from the air by the staff. Leaping through the air, he brought it slamming into the ground just next to the man, as he had managed to miraculously dodge it. Swinging it up and around, he caught him int he stomach and jabbed the man in the chest immediately after. Leaping behind him, he brought the staff down toward his neck only to have the attacker grab hold if it. Pulling it from Dark Star's hands, he brought it around and hit Malcolm in the face with it. Falling to his back, the two now recovered men ran towards him from different angles.
I don't like this situation at all, he said to himself. Leaping up off of the ground and into the air, he began to levitate above them. He fired several lasers from his eyes, the two men dodging them with ease as they swiftly jumped from one spot to the next, sliding under bolts and moving aside as others passed. They were not amateurs, that much was clear.
Out of no where, an arrow came toward him, fired from the taller man, and a net protruded from it. Wrapping Dark Star in it, he fell from the air and stuck the ground hard, trapped in the net.
"We have him now!" the younger man said eagerly as they approached.
If they only knew what I can do, Malcolm thought. He turned invisible, the net dropping through him. He teleported behind them, becoming visible and entering his Metallic mode. He slammed his fist into the younger mans back with considerable force, sending him crashing into a Super Man statue. The other, obviously more experienced man quickly turned and shot an arrow at Dark Star's chest. Foolishly, Dark Star caught the arrow again only to have quick cement spew from it and engulf his body, quickly hardening in place.
"We're taking you down, and thats all there is to it," the man said. "The Justice League will no longer fail to prevent these attacks. Your finished."
Laughing, Dark Star teleported behind the man, slamming his hand into his side, leaping up and delivering a blow to his head. With the League member down, Dark Star now stood over him.
"And now you see the cost of ignorance." He pulled out a pistol, holding it toward the mans head.
"Today you die," but before he could fire he was tackled by the other man. Still in his metallic mode, he swung at the boy but missed twice, only to have three explosive arrows stick to him. All of them went off at once, causing him to stagger backwards but only from shock. "Damn it!" He exclaimed. "Stupid boy!" he shot a beam right at him, just barely missing as it singed the boys arm.
he tossed 2 explosive metallic balls on the ground, both of them exploding in just a few seconds. Unfortunately, the men had leaped out of the way and hid behind a statues base. Surviving the explosion, they both jumped into the air and fired a volley of arrows at him. Turning invisible, they all passed through him, and he teleported next to the two.
Pulling his dagger, he flung it into the younger boys leg and he fell to the ground in pain. He slammed his fist right toward the other mans face, but he easily caught it and struck Dark Star in the stomach. In his metallic mode, the attack was useless. Grabbing the man by the neck, he picked him up off the ground about and inch and tossed him into the adjacent wall.
"What a waste of my time." Dark Star flew through the front window, shattering the glass all of the ground.
"As much as I want to stay and finish you off, I have bigger fish to fry." Distancing himself, he punched a button on his wrist and a 3 second countdown began. Miraculously,the two men escaped the immediate blast zone, the shock wave knocking them to the ground. Dark Star tossed a card with a black star onto the rubble and took off. After a few moments, they rose and looked up as Dark Star escaped.

Green Arrow turned to Red Arrow, who was barely standing. He had a concerned look on his face.
"He escaped, Roy. There is no telling where he will be next. We better get back to the Watchtower and keep an eye out for him. We need to get that leg checked out, too." With that, the two men took off to track down Dark Star.

[Charmera]

"Oh, don't worry about the insects. I could always spit them out later to keep them safe." Remarked Xyri as she walked towards the fridge. "I'll leave them alone for now though. Insects always have a wierd taste anyway, not that I don't like them." She remarked. "As for the Mold, I'm honestly not too picky, and I'm not sure why humans don't like mold. Insects I get, they're an acquired taste, but mold is delicious."

Xyri went on to devour the contents of the fridge apart from the insects, sliding her jello body inside before oozing out. She grew ever so slightly. "That hit the spot." She remarked. "And for the record, I'm not really made of Jello, though my consistency is... disturbingly similar."

"Anywho, how are you Rin?" Xyri asked with a grin, not minding a bit of conversation with her meal.

Rin Tarla

It's always weird watching Xyri do stuff, you can see through her and see no organs, nor anything she just ate. Not even a brain. So would that mean that every cell she has fulfills the same function and every cell on it's own has it's own brain or something. "I'm curious, does every part of you have a designated function or can every part adapt to any given function or something like that? Like the part that is now your hand, when you change form and then go back to your humanoid form, will that same part be a hand again or can it be anything else? And do things feel differently for different parts or is it all the same?"

I bowed over to Xyri inspecting her closely, mainly hoping to hear something because that's how I understand things I hear them, but she's a silent jello-like thing to me, but I can hear jello, but not her. I took her hand and squeezed it a bit "Like does this feel the same like getting squeezed some other part like this?" I reached out my other hand and squeezed the first part of Xyri it reached. Which, ..., unfortunately for me was somehow her upper thigh, I think I just accidentally squeezed her behind... I instantly let go and jumped back a step, instantly blushing the reddest of red "S, s, s, ... Sorry, I didn't mean to!" I blurted out shouting when I suddenly heard the alarm that an intruder was in the building going off "Awesome, we're being attacked! ... I mean, oh no, we're being attacked, let's ignore what just happened and look for the intruder!"

I ran out of the room quickly, normally I'd hear any intruder in a heartbeat, usually the intruders heartbeat, but I was to distracted by the fact my own heartbeat was through the roof not allowing me to focus on anything going on right now.

Xyri paused after she devoured the fridge, which was barely a light snack to the heavy eater. Xyri was used to permanently being peckish. She wasn't sure she could get to the point where she would be full. As she took a break, Rin suddenly began asking questions. She paused, not sure how to answer the first one. She didn't really understand her own phisology fully, but she was fairly sure she didn't have any of these "organs" the humans seemed to have. She also wasn't sure how to answer the other two questions. She supposed different parts of her body probably didn't felt things differently.

The squeeze however didn't seem to confirm this. She felt her jelly squeezed slightly and she could tell where it was coming from. When her hand was squeezed, she felt normal, however when she was Squeezed in the thigh, it felt exactly the same but... she felt different. She wasn't sure how to explain it. Then suddenly Rin turned red and apologized. Xyri wasn't sure why. "Ummm,,," She let out, not sure how to react. Then the alarm sounded. And she was really not sure how to react.

Then Rin ran out of the room, leaving Xyri standing dumbly. "What...?" She asked. "What did I do?"

[Tomia]

The black clad intruder stopped just before she was crushed by the falling steel. She paused for a moment, seemingly thinking. Then she just stopped, the blade held downwards in one hand. She seemed to be waiting for the three of them to catch up with her. Her one good eye scanning the room.

"What are we waiting for then?! They may have the files or some answers." Cat replied as she grabbed Mar's arm in her gloved hand and moved. She soon let go, as it was mostly to get him moving. She sped towards the elevators, pressing it. She ran down the stairs, not wanting to go to the elevator.

Mars nodded to Cat as he listened to Kiris confirm that she was heading toward the server room as well. He followed behind Cat down the stairs, shocked at how energetic she seemed to be about this, she was usually rather cool and collected. However it made sense, as this was clearly very important to her. They made it downstairs, and strangely enough the intruder was merely waiting there, her weapon drawn as she stood outside the gate. Mars was unarmed so he hand to keep his distance slightly, but that didn't stop him from speaking, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Mars demanded of the strange girl.