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

[Mavorpen]

"Do you really want everything? Because I still need to get home..." Instead of using EVERYTHING she had, Kylie only used half. Specifically: the yellow half. Swarms of golden constructs flew from Kylie's left hand, from a horde of wasps to a modern American tank. Everything that could inspire fear, as well as Super Adaptoid's fear: something he cannot adapt to.

Converging on the shifting green mass, the constructs held nothing back as they let loose with Kylie's imagined assault. The tanks fired shells rapidly, amber-like water drowned him, and more than a few clowns battered him with balloon animals and pie. If he couldn't combat imagination, then Super Adaptoid was powerless at this moment.

"Don't get too scared." Kylie said as the attacks ended. "It's all in your head. Or, well, in my head. But that's even worse for you, isn't it?" Kylie snickered, putting Phyla's arm over her shoulder in order to support her after all the energy she put out. "This means we're done, right?"

"[Error...Error101101010100111!]" Super Adaptoid yelled out as he became buried under the constructs. Phyla and Kylie wouldn't realize it -- then again, it wouldn't make any difference to them either way -- but he effectively "died" before he was hit with even half of the attacks Kylie launched against him. His mind simply became overloaded trying to process the concept of an imagination and shut down.

Phyla sighed. "Yeah, we should be good." Then, her Quantum Bands began glowing blue. "Huh, that's wei-" Suddenly she paused and stared off into space silently for a good minute. "We're not fine. Not yet, at least." Phyla walked over to Super Adaptoid's broken and battered body. She placed her hands on it and yellow energy flowed out of it. "Well, it's not ideal, but it'll have to do." Two of the gems returned to normal from their blackened state indicating the Bands had low energy.

Phyla stood back up and turned to Kylie. "Come on, we need to finish this." She sped off to the battlefield and saw the giant Ultron fighting with Groot, Rocket Racoon, Tyro, and Jamal. "Jamal! Where's Adam?" She called out.

"He's down there." Jamal replied, pointing at his body and dodging an eyebeam from Ultron. "I wouldn't waste your time, though. He... I think he's dead."

"No, he's not." Without waiting for a response, she flew down to Adam Warlock's body and got on her knees next to it. "I hope this works, Adam. This has never happened to me before... being entrusted with someone's soul before." A blue aura encased Adam's body and almost immediately, his body sprang up.

"Never doubted you for a second, Phyla-Vell." He said with a smile, his eyes and hands glowing bright blue. He stood up and looked up at the giant Ultron. "Let us end this once and for all." He flew up to the battle and shielded Jamal from one of Ultron's eye blasts."

"Welcome back to the land of the living." Jamal grinned. "So, do you have a plan? I'll trust anything you propose at this point, especially given how obviously important you are to this whole thing."

Ultron began laughing. "Go ahead, make your little plans." Ultron punched Groot hard, sending him and Rocket to the ground and fired eye blasts through his chest. "It is futile. Technology will ultimately prevail."

"Wrong, Ultron." Adam said, deflecting Ultron's eye beam and firing a counterattack beam of energy at him, along with Jamal and Phyla. "Life will prevail."

"Adam, what do we do? At this size, we're barely phasing him and even if we do destroy him, he'll just run to another body.

"Phyla, we're surrounded by life energies. The lost souls of the Kree poured out of the spire when it was destroyed and set ablaze. I'm going to channel that power into your Quantum Bands. Prepare yourself!" He became encased in a blue aura and he fired a beam of blue energy at her. Phyla yelled out in pain for a moment before becoming adapted to the power. "There. Combine it with your natural energy and reforge your sword!"

Phyla did as she was told and constructed a blue version of her normal sword. "He's just going to escape again if I kill him!"

"[No, he will not!]" Warlock shouted as Tyro grabbed Ultron and Warlock, on his back, extended his arms outward and also grabbed Ultron. "[Selves will constrain him in that body!]"

"No! I am perfect! I am-" Ulltron shouted.

"Dead." Phyla simply said as she swung her sword and cleaved straight through Ultron's chest like it was butter. Ultron collapsed to the ground and exploded upon impact, killing him for good...probably.

[The Republic of Atria]

Alex watched hoping that Alastir would have a chance against the Void. It didn't take long to see his hopes dashed as the Void literally tore the god in half. "Yeah... I'm feeling a little outgunned here..." Turing his attention to the stones. "Please work." He said and channeled his magic into the stones, which in turn spread their power to all of the heroes fighting the Void. Boosting all of the strength substantially, as well as healing their wounds. "Yes! Hit him, smash him, crush him, kill him, now!" Alex shouted.

Thor threw Mjolnir straight through the monster, followed by Cap throwing his shield and slicing off several of his tendrils. Superman blasted him with his heat vision followed by the Flash and everyone else unloading onto Void with everything the Norn stones were giving them. "No... Something is wrong here. You're not playing fair." The Void replied having already healed from the attacks they were hitting him and turning his attention to Alex. "Magic rocks? No, we'll be having none of that nonsense." Void then sent his infini-tendrils after Alex, who put up a barrier.

He was scared. The barrier was holding, but it was draining his energy quite quickly. "Guys! Hit him now with everything! Quick! I can't hold him back forever!" He said as his barrier began to crack. Something was different though. Normally he's on the outside, fighting the big bad monster. Fearless because he was invulnerable. He was genuinely afraid for the first time in his life. Because for the first time in his life, he actually had the threat of death over his head. If he failed, or they failed, he would die.

Superman decided to use his Super Flare, Thor charged up as much lightning as he could muster and prepared to unleash it on the Void.

Naja

Naja helped finish off Ultron, hopefully once and for all with a bright blast. "Wow... That was like. Awesome. Minus the death and stuff. So..." She said and kicked a few rocks around. "Things are kinda... Broken. What do we do now? I'm sorry. This is my first real thing as a Superhero. So I'm a little lost. Do we just go home?"

[The Starlight]

-snip-

Craig yowled in pain as he was kicked in the shin, grabbing his leg with one hand and beginning to hop in pain. That one had definitely hurt, though he supposed that he deserved in a way. Though it technically was a legitimate move to make, it was a dirty play. Then again, Etla had played dirty herself, Craig reminded himself, attempting to find some justification.

But she still wasn't at the level of a normal human being despite the loss of her Core, and he had no more tricks to pull out of his bag. He looked at the Core again, leaning down to rub his throbbing shin. It was quite a beauitful object, like a frozen sun, one could say, though that was an oxymoron in everyway possible. He turned it, looking at it from several angles, never having seen something quite like it.

Turning his attention back to the battle, he looked up to see one fist coming straight at his face. With his chocolate eyes widening, he desperately threw his own fist forward at Etla's face, just before he was hit. And then, there was impact. Etla's fist smashed into his cheek, vice-versa happening to Etla, sending him toppling to the ground, Craig somehow managing to keep the Star Core in his hand. Clasping his cheek, he groaned out, "I thought we said no face hits... Though I suppose it's fair after what I did." he said, passing over the Core. "Well, that was quite the fight? What do you want to do next?" he asked, looking over at the Rainborn.

-snip-

She nodded to Alastir, greeting him. "Your services are most welcome, and you are free to join in our assault. Your aid shall not be forgotten."

Valka, supporting Alex's shield to keep him alive, turned her attention to the Void. Floating up so she had a clear shot, she powered up the Valkaforce, firing a blast with both hands. She kept up the onslaught with the other heroes sending waves of swords and arrows made of the Valkaforce, before continuing to slice with the Odinsword, still firing. "Can this thing die?" she muttered audibly, quite amazed that it had lasted so long against all of them.

Bathing herself in the Valkaforce, she flew straight into the middle of Void, hoping to disperse it.

-snip-

"You fools." Batgirl muttered, watching Vannis' body drop to the street. She flew down and stalked down to the Batmobile. They had killed Vannis and now, they thought it was all over. They were wrong. The cycle of Gotham was never-ending, in it's current state. A remnant of Vannis' men would survive, and they would go underground, creating new gangs. And this would happen all over again. "

She stopped as John spoke to her. "No, they are not friends of mine, as you can see," she said, gesturing to Vannis' body. She also murmured in agreement when the GCD's head informed her that she was welcome in North Gotham. It wasn't ideal, but it was good to have some allies she supposed. "I'll make sure to visit," she said, stopping mid sentence as she heard the report about the Gardens. "It seems that your Reclaimer needs some backup. Let his men know that I'll be there in a few minutes, " she said, jumping back into the Batmobile and speeding off.

Floyd Martin
Suddenly Martin saw someone moving at incredible speeds intercept his spear. Things were getting crowded now and the odds weren't in his favor. "I'm not here to rob any bank. I'm here to settle scores." He said to Katie before turning to Valancy. "This isn't over. Not by a Longshot." He said to her, pressing the button of a communicator on his belt and soon the rope of a helicopter dropped down from the hole that Martin HD created in his attacked. He climbed up the rope and half way up he dropped a grenade down to where Valancy and Katie were. He doubted it would kill them, but it would keep them distracted while he escaped.

Cora
Cora made her way through the burning building, blasting apart debris when necessary. She rescued a little girl and her older brother who hadn't been able to make it out and then went back as apparently there was another family still inside. Cora made her way back inside but a beam suddenly fell from the ceiling and fell on Cora. Cora winced as her hands were burned by the flames. She pushed it off of herself quickly however and headed toward the family. She had to move quickly as the building was very dangerous. She found the two people who were trapped and broke down their door before grabbing them and flying out the window just before an explosion sent flames through out the building.

"Thanks," Valancy said to Katie for catching the spear. She turned her attention back to the man, trying to think of something to say. "I see," she said, looking up as he began to climb, preparing another attack. Then, seeing the grenade, she enclosed it in a wooden shield, containing the explosion, Val turning her attention to stop the shards of wood from hitting anyone.

She looked at Katie, "I'm afraid that Jasmine is probably far away now. I'm sorry Katie, I didn't know that one of you guys was going on patrol, or I would have left the robbery to you. And now Eric goes without justice for his murder. " she looked down, sighing. "I'll find her." she promised in a dark tone, before continuing. "And it seems Roy has some history with that man." she said. "It's about time that I talked to him too."

[The Fallen Jedi]

- Snip -

As if Alex's words reached him, Alastir began to rise, his eyes a solid red, now lost to the Primal Instincts of his Ancestors, his power having breached a level that could have never been achieved for Alastir, he let out a guttural growl before he let out an extremely large bellow as the severed ends of his body reattached themselves "You..." Primal Alastir took to his Controlled Darkness Form, this power being backed up by the growing rage within Alastir's heart "You've... harmed me...." Primal Alastir snarled, raising his hand high up into the sky "This will be with every ounce that myself and my ancestors can muster, the power to destroy a Galaxy at best!" Primal Alastir screamed.

The Black Mass that had been exhumed by Alastir when it had been pouring out of the severed ends of his body began to rise on the top of Alastir's palm, constantly growing in mass and power, this little orb of power beginning to increase in size and power "I'm going to put an end to this hell-spawn's existance right here and right now..." Primal Alastir said before he started to mutter in an ancient language long forgotten, energy from all of the Utopia Worlds that the Celestials created in their own galaxy started to supply portions of energy within their cores, which increased the size of Alastir's orb so greatly that it nearly rivaled the size of the moon of Earth.

Within mere moments, the monstrous black ball of death suddenly compressed into a small, hand sized orb that began to crackle with red electricity and even vibrated silently as Alastir's palm started to clench slowly "By the power of my very Galaxy, I call upon the power of the Utopia Worlds to put an end to this monstrosity..." Primal Alastir then threw the palm-sized orb "NOW DIE!!!!!!!" Primal Alastir screeched, closing his palm tightly, causing the Orb to expand outward in the largest known wave of Energy that bolster the attack on the Void. Primal Alastir's eyes glowed for a moment before suddenly reverting to the phase that meant the real Alastir was now in control, and he was not going to hold back any longer, he just put a massive amount of his power into this single assault.

[The Republic of Atria]

Suddenly, as Valka Alastir, Superman and Thor's attacks all converged on the Void, there was blinding bright light, the tendrils retracted from Alex's barrier. At the center of the attack laid a rather sad looking man. Thor and Alex floated over to him. He looked at the two men. "Did... Did I do this?" He asked sheepishly.

Alex hesitated. "Yes. Yes you did Robert."

He looked down at the ground. "Kill me..."

"We're not going to kill you. We're going to get you help. We can fix-" Alex said only to be interrupted by Robert who eyes had gone black and red.

"Why aren't you listening to me?!" He shouted transforming back into the Void. "KILL ME!" He screeched, with his massive tendrils grabbing anyone in range, and a massive blast knocking everyone else away, but Thor got one final lightning bolt on him before he finished transforming, reducing the Sentry to a charred corpse. For good.

Alex fell to the ground and looked at the destruction caused by Loki and Osborn tampering with forces beyond their control. "That... That could've gone worse. Let's not mince words, it could've gone better." He said and looked at Sentry's body. "At the very least, he deserves a proper burial. This wasn't his fault." Alex said and was about to move when Thor stopped him.

"I shall return." The Thunderer said, wrapping the man in his cape, flying him to the sun, and letting gravity and superheated plasma take care of the rest before returning to Earth.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Daniel Carter/NightBlade-38 Yrs-Joker's Funhouse, Gotham City

I need to learn how he plans to release the gas. A time bomb? Or a manual trigger? Hell knowing Joker it could be a combination of both. As I prepared to finish this battle tonight, I removed my mask, knowing that I would presumably be protected from any of his toxins by the antidote I have pumping in my veins, that is assuming the new toxin is similar enough to the old. As the Joker slashed back and forth at me with a four inch knife, I deflected the attacks and disarmed him, about to thrust the blade into him just as we were both taken by surprise by the appearance of Ceecee, I could hear the Joker chuckle at the falling Ceecee, turning my head to meet her, I could see that she had trouble even standing. A flood of panic seemed to enter her expression and I filtered through my game to guess what it was that was afflicting her. I then cast the thoughts aside as she seemed physically fine, and I guessed it had to be something...else. Perhaps she has some connection or limitation I am unaware of.

I waited until I could see that she had made her way out of the factory and to safety. But, the Joker was not so willing to put our fight on pause. As my attention was not focused on him, for a brief moment he managed to secure himself a machine gun which resembled the old Thompson machine guns from the prohibition. The maniacal clown leaped up on top of a crate as he unleashed a barrage of chattering bullets which shred around me as I evaded but I could not out maneuver the blazing gun forever, and a couple rounds tore their way through my suit, the first through my right leg and the second bullet into my lower back on the left side.

The wounds slowed me down, and would have stopped dead in their tracks any normal man. As Joker confirmed that he had scored a hit, I could hear him howl with laughter.

"Ohhooho. Not even the NightFluke is bullet proof is he, well, not so from that blood trail you are leaving behind." As I ducked behind a steel toy press. I could see Joker, from around the corner skip down and nonchalantly follow the trail I left behind while whistling a cheery tune. As he dusted himself off and picked up his crow bar once more.

I needed to stop my own bleeding, if for no other reason then to prevent me from bleeding everywhere. Which in of itself was a great reason. I picked out a heated torch from my utility belt, and pressed the searing heat against my bleeding wounds, instantly sealing them up. With the side effect of pulsing and flaring pain.

It was then that I saw Joker get ever closer to my position, and with the bleeding stopped, i kept low, and relocated myself. Retrieving my own blade, I knew that the battle was drawing into a crescendo.

With the blade in hand, I spotted a rope that was hoisting a large crate above us, which was right above the Joker. With a quick slash, I severed the rope and dropped the crate atop of him, or attempted to. The Joker sidestepped the trap but the opening was made, as he brandished his crowbar against my sword, and as the two crossed, the results were rather anti climatic.

The blade cut clean through the crowbar. Sending the top half clanging down to the floor as the echoes bounced off the walls. Joker looked puzzled as he held the half of his iron bar up.

"This blade is made from an allow which can essentially cut through almost anything, there are very few metals in the world which can resist it. Sorry, but you will need a Adamantium skeleton to survive a cut from this."

The Joker seemed unfazed, quickly retaliating with a retort.

"Well, if only I had a bigger budget I could work with, I could afford the props worthy of actor such as myself." With that I slammed the hilt of the sword into his forehead, knocking him backwards to which a scowl spread across his face as he pulled another pistol. This time, it was not a bullet he fired, but rather a dart of some kind, which punctured my chest.

I picked the vial out of me, and held it between my fingers, it was small and had a small amount of some yellow liquid inside of it, the rest was within me. I grabbed my head as my balance began to fail. It was some sort of poison as it became obvious, my vision began to blur, and I saw doubles as the images of the Joker in front of me strapping a small device to his hand.

"Well, well....I suppose it has been some fun. It almost makes me remember the glory days. But tell be NightFluke, you look tired, weary even. Can you tell me why? It's because you have been poisoned NightFlop. Well, I suppose you need a rest, but before that. Tell me, have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight?" Erupting into laughter, the Joker then slapped his hand on my back, sending violent electrical shocks throughout my body, as I realized that device on his hand was the 'Joy Buzzer'.

As he removed his hand from my back, visible heat from the shock therapy could be seen, as the Joker picked up a large hose of some sort, and began to adjust some knobs.

"Well, it's time for the finale. This acid will be sure to reduce you to a cellular level. Wont be a body left to bury. If only I had a good punch line now, oh well, you cant have everything you know." With the end in sight, I forced my strength to return as I lunged up, no longer desiring to beat the information from him, as I plunged a fist deep into his gut. He dropped the hose and fell backwards, as I picked it up in his place, and turned it on him.

"It's a waste of time to get the information from you. I will just vaporize you with your own acid, and tear this place apart until I find the Batman. And then stop your plans around the city."

The Joker seemed to say nothing, but a smile crept across his face as I assumed he had just resigned himself to the fate. I was proven wrong, when one of his allies, had assaulted me from behind. As I collapsed from the blow, I recovered from one knee and stood up again, only to see that the Joker's savior was not one of his own henchman.

But the Batman.

[New Neros]

-snip

As the cyborg flew into the new dimensional state, Paras rolled and dashed away from Okarot, breathing steadily harder as his cyber-mind fed him a steady stream of information on his new plane of existence. The gravity played hell on his parts, but he grinded his teeth and yelled "Upgrade!", a green light enveloping him briefly and revitalizing his body and reforming his injured parts to the last detail. Paras tightened his fists and turned his entire body to face Okarot as he spoke. "Your all?" Paras repeated, watching the weary Saiyan elite break apart into multiple colored cubes, scanning the immediate area for a possible opening.

At the very last second before the hit connected, Paras jumped back with surprising speed and timing, his energy sensors detecting where the portal that Okarot was emerging from originated through the bunkai teleport. Using that same speed, Paras launched his fist forward and slammed it against Okarot's jawline as it emerged from the teleportation sneak attack, his hand once more breaking apart, but the solid impact sent shock waves across their infinite surroundings. Paras didn't stop there - as his hand disintegrated and fell apart, he unleashed a powerful ki blast from the remains of his nub - powerful enough to launch the cyborg back from the attack and away from Okarot.

He skid on the ankles to slow his momentum and locked his eyes on Okarot, the smoke and dust kicked up from the Incineration Blast clouded Paras' vision for the time being, but he switched his optics to see past the obstructions. A slight gasp escaped his mouth, one that wasn't made of surprise, but more like a..."Oh shit..." He said under his breath, the powerful, bulky form of Okarot standing in the same exact place he emerged from. "Is this it, then?" Paras asked.

"The true power of the Saiyans?"

[The Starlight]

-snip-

She looked to the Avengers, Justice League, Alex, and Alastir. "You all have my thanks, for your aid. And for that, you are welcome to Asgard at any time. The trust between Asgard and Midgard had been threatened by this, but you heroes have strengthened it. As for the United States government, that is a different matter. I count you all, as friends, of myself and Asgard. Thank you. As for you, Alexander, if thou wishest, you may keep the Norn Stones. They should increase your power. Guard them well."

"However, there are still matters that need to be done. I shall wait for Thor before beginning the trial of Loki, for Thor has always counted him as a brother, albeit a poor one at times. But as for this one," she said, pointing to Osborn, who had recovered his strength and will.

She steadily advanced on him. "One might put all blame on the Laufeyson, but you, Norman Osborn, are equally, if not more at fault. You promised your government, the whole of Midgard, that you would take vengeance for the attack you saw on your screens. But did you ever once look for evidence, for proof that Asgardians had attacked? You did not. You failed to consider that Asgardians have guarded your planet for thousands of years, even before those you called Vikings. You forgot that one of our own, the son of Odin no less, had fought beside you on innumerable occasions, and at times has placed Midgard before Asgard and himself."

Osborn, regaining some power in his suit, fired a repulsor blast, which Valka walked through. He next tried a tank missile, which was caught and torn in two by the All-Mother. "And worst of all, you manipulated a man with little control over his darker side, and you destroyed my city, my realm."

Osborn, frightened, barked out, "Stop! On the behalf of the United States, stop!" He then cried out to his Dark Avengers, "Help me!" But none came. Valka gave a dark chuckle, then continued. "You represent your goverment poorly, and yet you still call upon it. Give me one reason why I should not storm the buildings of your government, and declare war. Give me one reason why I should not call upon the powers of fire and storm and obliterate your little government."

There was silence from Norman. She ripped off his mask, casting it away, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him up easily. "And you order me to stop. Give your orders and ultimatums to those who choose to obey, or are too cowardly to fight, not to me. Or learn once more the difference between the All-Mother of Asgard, and a mortal man in a metal suit. As for your masters, if power is all that they will understand, tell that the All-Mother says this: if any mortal not counted as a friend of Asgard comes to my realm on behalf of your United States of America, within the hour they will learn what true power is."

Norman gulped, and nodded quickly. Valka stared at him for a second, and released him, opening up a portal for him to go in.

Flying up to see the damage, she snapped her fingers, restoring Asgard to its former, glorious state. She had hoped not to use too much power immediately after the Odinsleep, but it was unavoidable. Teleporting the Asgardians and the heroes into the throne room, she sat, holding Gungnir. "It is time, for the trial of Loki. He has caused Asgard far too much trouble over the many years, trouble that went far beyond mischief. His greatest crime, is assembling the various armies of Asgard's enemies, and enticing them to attack Asgard, which resulted in the destruction of Asgard, and the death of every single Asgardian save myself. And now, he has caused the Midgardians to attack us by creating an illusion, resulting in the destruction of Asgard once more. This, cannot be borne. Loki must answer for his crimes, and he will answer, today." she said, creating shackles of the Valkaforce around him that would not allow him to utilize any magic.

[The Republic of Atria]

"I don't think anyone is going to argue with you. Any objections?" Alex asked. Both the Avengers and Justice League left Osborn to his fate without saying a word. "I'll probably keep them until I get better at Magic. Sometimes the defenders need defending Valka. If you need help. We're here to help. Don't be afraid to ask." He said putting the stones in his pockets. "Now if you'll excuse me. I'm going to go take a nap." He said and teleported himself home in a flash and collapsed on the couch. He was new to exhaustion. It used to be that he could stay up for years without needing a rest. Now he sleeps and dreams. Which wasn't a bad thing. He found himself separated from humanity, now he was very much a part of it.

Naja decided to take her leave and fly home by herself. Flying through space was so much fun for her. With her powerful senses she could see things that normal people couldn't. She was a few lightyears from Earth and decided to make a pit stop. She wanted something to remember her trip by. As is defeating Ultron wasn't a big enough memory. While flying over the planet. She found a plant the she thought looked pretty, dug it up, and put a bubble around it so keep it from getting damaged in the last leg of her journey. She finally made it to Earth, bought a flower pot, and went back to her apartment where she saw Alex asleep on the couch covered in dust, bruises, and his robe torn in many different places. "Come on Sleepyhead. Wake up." She said and shook him a bit.

He murmured and woke up to see Naja putting the plant on the window sill. "Hey Naja... I had a really interesting day. How was space?"

"Oh, so you weren't spying on me the whole time?" She teased.

"Naw. Was busy helping defend Asgard from something called the Void, and Norman Osborn."

"Cool. I helped defeat Ultron."

"Took a souvenir? I got magic rocks."

"I got a flower. Hungry?"

"Starving. By the way. We should get you a costume."

"Yeah... I'll draw up some designs after dinner."

"Cool. I can make it for you."

"Since when were you good at sewing?"

"Since I can't sew, but know magic. Which is better."

[The Fallen Jedi]

Alastir was exhausted to say the least. He felt as if his body was as heavy as a stellar body, unable to move it much due to such a drastic drain of his energy reserves, he now knew what it meant to be highly insignificant, and he didn't like that whatsoever. Letting out a low sigh, he turned away from Valka, a dark portal forming in front of him as he began to slowly limp to the portal "Th-there is no need for thanks All-Mother..." Alastir said weakly as he turned his head to the All-Mother of Asgard, he had the utmost respect for Asgardians, due to their warrior-like ways, which Alastir wished that his Celestial Race had "... All god's should look out for each other regardless of their power or their prestige, we should always stick together when the times become tough for people such as ourselves, that I've learned today..." Alastir began to slowly limp back into the portal, his body beginning to fade away in black smoke "Consider the Celestial Race to be your allies from this day forth..."

Upon returning to Mortis, Alastir slowly limped out of the portal, said porting sealing itself up once more. Alastir didn't even turn back to the closing portal, rather he continued limping to his throne that lied within a cave-looking throne room that materialized by Alastir's own will "I cannot believe that I was torn in half by a creature like that..." Alastir growled inwardly as he sat himself onto his throne, the light all around him beginning to fade away "I couldn't stand up against Nightmare, not against the Void, and for fucks sake, I couldn't even stand up to Kilian..." The Light within his throne room dissipated entirely, with only his glowing, red eyes being the only source of light within the chambers "Perhaps... Perhaps I need to rethink my fighting style, my power, my abilities..." Alastir then fell into a deep meditation.

[Mavorpen]

"Alright, everyone. Time for the most annoying part in any situation like this: cleanup." Jamal said and clapped his hands together. He noticed that Naja had already left, and he didn't really blame her. It wasn't as though she had any personal ties to the Kree. Plus, cleanup and rebuilding was always a painfully painstaking process.

"Warlock, Tyro. I'm gonna need you guys to stick around, if you don't mind. There's still a ton of Kree infected with the Phalanx virus and it'd be best if we exterminate all traces of it." Jamal said.

"[Of course. Tyro and Self will help in any way possible.]"

Just then, Ronan groaned as he regained consciousness and sat up. Jamal floated down and landed next to him, holding out his hand. "Finished your beauty nap, Ronan?"

"Hmph," was all Ronan responded as he grabbed Jamal's hand and was pulled up. "I have no time for jokes, Jamal. The Phalanx constructed bombs that they planned on using to spread the virus throughout the universe. I must go and ensure their deconstruction." With that, he walked away.

"Oh, almost forgot." Jamal turned to Kylie and held out his hand for a handshake. "Thanks for your help. You don't have to stay and help with cleanup if you don't want to -- though you're welcome to. As far as I'm concerned, you've done your part."

[New Neros]

World War III
Earth-Beyond 19

It's a world not unlike our own, but it is fundamentally different in what paths our heroes, and even villains, have taken. In truth, it is from Maxwell Morrningstar that this universe diverged into it's own separate reality, as the Mad King of Ur never took Victor von Doom up on his offer to assassinate Eon, and thus, the Time War never occurred. Max remained as King of Ur, and the international governing body of the United Nations was bearing down on his nation to open to inspectors to find evidence of stolen material in an effort to re-create a Super Soldier Program, alongside accusations of the weaponization of superhumans in his nation's military apparatus. The Mad King refuses to back down, and so, several nations are resorting to more traditional means to force compliance and alignment with their agenda. This is a tragedy of loss, grief, and madness, driven by the senseless violence executed against countries by other countries, man against man, in which, many shall perish without absolution. It is a cycle of conflict, and one man intends to end it once and for all.

For the sake of convenience, I'm having post-Emerald Crusade retcons remain in effect. Max is normal sized, Val is a big boob'd, black haired hot head of sorts. Mir and Otto are not present.

7 Days Until WWIII

The affairs of the Kingdom never bored it's diligent leader, Good King Morningstar, who haplessly graced the masses in a stylish version of his armored exterior, his face on full display as he entered a fanning crowd of civilians in the middle of a closed off street corner. The clamored to get a look, a soft touch, and simply be in his presence. Without bodyguards or powers to aid him, he was at the mercy of his people. "Easy, easy, now." He said sweetly, patting the head of a small child, whose eyes looked up in wonder and surprise - Max returning the look with a king smile. "What does our nation mean to you?" Max asked the crowd, their responses varying from person to person, the King nodding along as he listened intently to their explanations and reasoning.

"All are good answers, exceptional even, but I will tell you what Ur means to me." He proclaimed, walking briskly down the street - the crowd following him and growing larger as he paced the asphalt. "Our nation is it's people - from near and far, from all walks of life. People who come to find a deeper meaning to the world and be free of the horrid oppression of the globe. Under my hand and the Executive Council, all people of Ur are free in every sense of the word. We provide protection, and you, my citizens, provide only yourself. I dream of a world where the principles of Ur can reach all other nations and people. I need not power, money, or land, I simply wish for mankind to do better for itself, and I will not stop until my actions create a common good for all men, women, and children."

"As I speak," Max explained, "Other nations conspire to breach our principles and force us into submission of the global elite, but I stand firm in resistance to their clawing hands. They demand tribute, and I slap away their outstretched palms. Ur will lead the world to a hopeful and bright tomorrow, and they are afraid of that fact. Their old regime is crumbling, and the era of peace is upon us soon." He continued, the crowd of people numbering close to the thousands as Maxwell stood on top of a random car - the people all watching, clapping, and cheering at the correct intervals. "And none of this is possible without you all. I am not Ur, I am not her sole representative, I am but her leader and guidance, Ur is the people, and together, we are strong!"

The assembled masses roared with patriotic fervor, flags of the nation being waved at the impromptu rally, Maxwell waving and smiling towards the crowd, his eyes scanning along their edges and against the windows and doors of the shops and buildings around him. He mentally noted, "Gotcha." As he felt the energy presence of roughly five men hiding within the building - two trained on the windows and one at the door as they merely observed Mad Max in his natural environment. They wore no insignia, but by their look and feel, he could reason them as American Special Operations. Which branch didn't particularly matter, but what did was their presence. He would keep a watch on them, as they were doing to himself.

Max excused himself from the rally as a parade and celebration took hold over the people, meeting up with his trusted advisor and companion, not to mention fiance, Val Valentine. She came up, and the two exchanged a brief kiss, followed by Val whispering in his ear. Max nodded once, sliding his eyes across the back of the building. "Five of them, United States, I believe. They want in to my palace somehow, but can't figure it out." He smirked a bit, the challenge amusing him, "Or assassination. That's always a gambit they're willing to take."

"Don't talk like that!" Val spat quickly, stomping one of her feet and creating a small tremor, Max balancing himself quickly. The comment really steamed her, apparently, Max looking at her with a confused look - such a joke would have gained a giggle or smile, not an outburst. "I just..." Val said, trying to explain herself, motioning in circles with her hands, "It's just a stressful time, alright?" She finally said, "You should joke about that kind of stuff, anyways. It's morbid." Max stepped forward as Val buried her red face in a clipboard, planting a small kiss on her forehead.

"Relax...I'm not going anywhere for a long, long time." He said with a childish, goofy grin - Val returning it and bonking him on the side of the head.

"Good...Because who else is going to be my sugar daddy?" She teased, Max laughing and caught by surprise.

"I'm sure Richards or Stark could use another maid." Max teased back, Val narrowing her eyes and biting her bottom lip aggressively.

"You watch yourself, Morningstar! You might be out of a maid and a housewife if you keep that attitude up!" Val sarcastically implied, Max raising his hands up defensively. The two sighed with open mouthed smiles, embracing one another. They tore themselves apart, and began their walk back to Max's Palace of Infinite Serenity through a series of secret passages and tunnels throughout Ur - understandably losing the SpecOps team in the process of their escape. The two lovebirds relaxed peacefully on a couch, Max stripped from his armor and wearing lounge wear while Val wore a simple shirt and shorts, her head resting on Max's chest as the two watched the evening news.

Suddenly, Val's eyes grew wide and alert, Max looking down to see why she tensed up so suddenly. The girl jumped up from the couch and ran down the hall, the pitter patter and slide of her feet indicating that she ran to the bathroom. Max rose from his seat and tilted his ear towards the restroom, the sounds of dry heaves and vomit quite apparent as he got closer. "Val?" He called out, the girl's response muffled and then filled with the sounds of ejection splashing against the water. "Val..." He said, coming up on the door as it hung slightly open, Maxwell gently pushing it open and gazing upon his fiance's teary eyed, pale face.

She then puked once more, Max unflinching as he watched the spectacle. Val seemed to begin crying at some point in the middle of her splash session, Max's heart sinking deep into his stomach as he began to assess the situation and read the signs. Val leaned away from the porcelain and bumped her head against the wall lightly, Max sliding down the wall and sitting right beside her. He leaned her head against his shoulder, and then leaned his own head on hers. "Talk to me, Val." He said softly, uncharacteristic of the Mad King, the sound like a mere man scared to the very pit of his stomach.

Val sniffed a bit, making her words out through the hiccups, "M-Max, I-I think I'm...I'm pregnant."

[The Templar High Council]

"Alright, everyone. Time for the most annoying part in any situation like this: cleanup." Jamal said and clapped his hands together. He noticed that Naja had already left, and he didn't really blame her. It wasn't as though she had any personal ties to the Kree. Plus, cleanup and rebuilding was always a painfully painstaking process.

"Warlock, Tyro. I'm gonna need you guys to stick around, if you don't mind. There's still a ton of Kree infected with the Phalanx virus and it'd be best if we exterminate all traces of it." Jamal said.

"[Of course. Tyro and Self will help in any way possible.]"

Just then, Ronan groaned as he regained consciousness and sat up. Jamal floated down and landed next to him, holding out his hand. "Finished your beauty nap, Ronan?"

"Hmph," was all Ronan responded as he grabbed Jamal's hand and was pulled up. "I have no time for jokes, Jamal. The Phalanx constructed bombs that they planned on using to spread the virus throughout the universe. I must go and ensure their deconstruction." With that, he walked away.

"Oh, almost forgot." Jamal turned to Kylie and held out his hand for a handshake. "Thanks for your help. You don't have to stay and help with cleanup if you don't want to -- though you're welcome to. As far as I'm concerned, you've done your part."

"Y'know? I think I'm gonna go home. They must be freaking out without this gal keeping everyone happy." Kylie happily shook Jamal's hand and smiled. "Oh! Here's something, I guess." She quickly created something from her ring and handed it to Jamal. It was a rectangular card, with 10 numbers on it and an adorably written name.

"There's... my phone number. In case you need me again, and can't get to New York. Just in case the universe ever needs an extra lantern around to stop another robo-virus." She laughed, in spite of the fallout from the Phalanx around her. "I... guess I'm gonna go now. It was pretty fun, actually. Except for the whole unconscious thing, that kinda sucked. But anyways... bye Jamal!"

Kylie floated away from Jamal, over to Atiala and Ruby. Naja had just left, and Kylie was about to follow her, when she remembered the other two girls who weren't rebuilding their home race right now. "Hey girls. So... where do you guys think you're headed after this? Because Ruby... I need to pay you back for saving me from prison earlier. And Atiala, you just look like you need somewhere to stay." Kylie giggled at her assessment before continuing. "So my friends and I, we've got this superhero team. Girls only. If you're looking for a place to stay, I guess I could pull some strings. Plus, you both fight like badasses, so that's cool too. What do you say?"

[Finland SSR]

"Alright, everyone. Time for the most annoying part in any situation like this: cleanup." Jamal said and clapped his hands together. He noticed that Naja had already left, and he didn't really blame her. It wasn't as though she had any personal ties to the Kree. Plus, cleanup and rebuilding was always a painfully painstaking process.

"Warlock, Tyro. I'm gonna need you guys to stick around, if you don't mind. There's still a ton of Kree infected with the Phalanx virus and it'd be best if we exterminate all traces of it." Jamal said.

"[Of course. Tyro and Self will help in any way possible.]"

Just then, Ronan groaned as he regained consciousness and sat up. Jamal floated down and landed next to him, holding out his hand. "Finished your beauty nap, Ronan?"

"Hmph," was all Ronan responded as he grabbed Jamal's hand and was pulled up. "I have no time for jokes, Jamal. The Phalanx constructed bombs that they planned on using to spread the virus throughout the universe. I must go and ensure their deconstruction." With that, he walked away.

"Oh, almost forgot." Jamal turned to Kylie and held out his hand for a handshake. "Thanks for your help. You don't have to stay and help with cleanup if you don't want to -- though you're welcome to. As far as I'm concerned, you've done your part."

"Y'know? I think I'm gonna go home. They must be freaking out without this gal keeping everyone happy." Kylie happily shook Jamal's hand and smiled. "Oh! Here's something, I guess." She quickly created something from her ring and handed it to Jamal. It was a rectangular card, with 10 numbers on it and an adorably written name.

"There's... my phone number. In case you need me again, and can't get to New York. Just in case the universe ever needs an extra lantern around to stop another robo-virus." She laughed, in spite of the fallout from the Phalanx around her. "I... guess I'm gonna go now. It was pretty fun, actually. Except for the whole unconscious thing, that kinda sucked. But anyways... bye Jamal!"

Kylie floated away from Jamal, over to Atiala and Ruby. Naja had just left, and Kylie was about o follow her, when she remembered the other two girls who weren't rebuilding their home race right now. "Hey girls. So... where do you guys think you're headed after this? Because Ruby... I need to pay you back for saving me from prison earlier. And Atiala, you just look like you need somewhere to stay." Kylie giggled at her assessment before continuing. "So my friends and I, we've got this superhero team. Girls only. If you're looking for a place to stay, I guess I could pull some strings. Plus, you both fight like badasses, so that's cool too. What do you say?"

Atiala Hypernova

---

Ow, ow, ow. I think I fell on something pointy swben falling out of the Microworld. Well, at least I'm alive. That shit was pretty crazy, but I felt great. Normally, when faced with people who can nuke solar systems into rubble, I would be pretty scared, but this whole... atmosphere made me feel like I can do it too. Like I have the power! Oh, He-Man... it was a fun time watching you when I was a child.

Oh, someone is talking to me? "Sure... I mean, I technically do have a place to stay, but since you girls have the transportation to get there..." An all-women superhero team? So the people here are superheroines? "Well, I don't have much to do anyway, so I could check it out."

Hold on! Is my phone okay? I tapped on my pocket. Intact. Awesome.

[Pygmalionia]

Lazarus Hope

A few hours later

Lazarus started to regain consciousness, but he didn’t know where he was. The last thing he recalled was the Kryptonian blow which took him out, something that was still lightly hurting his torso. He couldn’t see anything, either. A black bag was over his head. He also felt two men holding him in place. He felt a hint of anxiousness from this predicament, he didn’t even know how he got there. Suddenly, the black cowl covering his face is removed; rendering him temporarily blind by the light above him in the middle of the room. As he regains his bearings, he notices a room full of men and women in white masks surrounding him from above, watching intently. Directly above him is another one on a podium. The white masked men holding him remove Lazarus’ mask, revealing his face; before letting go of him. He looked to what he assumed to be their leader with curiosity. The man on the podium began to speak.

“Lazarus Hope, welcome to the dwelling place of the Court of Owls.” said the man on the podium as he introduced the group on their behalf.

“So it’s real, I’ve heard some things..about it.” Lazarus remarked in shock and amusement.

“Indeed. If you’ve heard the rumours, then you know who we are.” Confirmed the leader. “We’ve known about your exploits. We’ve been watching. For someone without any training, you show potential. We saw you skillfully take care of things tonight.” He continued.

“Thank you, but I’d appreciate if you got to the point. What is it you want with me?” Lazarus replied, impatient. He’s heard of the Court’s goals, and he wasn’t sure what to think of them.

“Quite impatient I see. It’s simple, Lazarus. The Court of Owls wishes to take you under their wing. To train you as one of their soldiers.” the Leader answers. The man on the podium outsretches a hand towards Lazarus before continuing. “We’d like for you to become a Talon for the Court of Owls. We will help you rid Gotham of its weeds. You have potential, yet you have much to learn. Allow us to help us both, Lazarus.” the leader finally says.

Lazarus thinks for a moment. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to help Gotham’s upper class get even more power. He didn’t know their intentions. “Well, I..” Lazarus says, before abruptly stopping. The image of the Kryptonian knocking him out passed his mind again; and it infuriated him. He needed power, even if it came from a shady organization such as the Court of Owls. “I am grateful for this offer, and I accept.” Lazarus says, bowing to the Court.

“Excellent.” says the leader. He was pleased with how it went so smoothly. “William Cobb will be the one to teach you what it means to be a Talon for the Owls. We thank you for your cooperation.” says the leader finally as a man dressed in black drops from the rafters in front of Lazarus.

“Follow me.” says the Talon to Lazarus, as he walks away. Lazarus assumes he will be brought to the training room as he follows. He was to train under the Court, and then decide if he were to help it. If he didn’t like it, he’d kill them off. That’s all he thought. For now he thought, gaining strength was his priority. He is brought to an empty room with armaments on the walls. “Are you ready to begin?” says Cobb, tossing a blade at Lazarus; who catches it. “Yes, Mr. Cobb” answers Lazarus.

Without wasting another second, both men charge at each other; swords in hand. The sounds of clashing metal echo throught the room. Lazarus begins swinging wildly with ecstatic fervor, each attack making it slightly harder for Cobb to hold onto his blade. The Mad Butcher eventually backs the Talon to a wall. Lazarus prepares to swing once more, but Cobb does something unexpected as he lets go of his blade. This catches Lazarus off guard for a split second, before dropping down his blade. That split second was allt he Talon needed, however, as he crudely punches Lazarus in the gut; further damaging it. Lazarus doubles over, which leads to Cobb following the assault up with a swift knee to the face. Lazarus holds onto his skull as he falls back, surprised at the strength of the Talon. With his trainee down on the floor, Cobb pounces on him; drawing a kunai and pressing it against Lazarus’ neck.

“You’re gonna need a lot of work.” says Cobb, as he asses his student’s strengths and weaknesses. The Talon gets off of Lazarus and pulls him up to his feet. “First, your fervor needs to be focused. It gives you great power, but without technique; you’re just another savage. We have to learn to channel that..insanity into finesse. Understood?” remarks Cobb. Lazarus simply nods in approval, impressed at his trainer. This was simply the beginning, he thought to himself. If he was to fight against the stronger menace of the world, he needed to get on a level playing field. The duo exited the chamber, as Cobb lead Lazarus to a room to rest.

[Finland SSR]

Itaku

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...mmrgh...

Oh! I jumped up from my laid down position. Where is it? Who was there? I then noticed that I was no longer in the battlefield anymore, but rather back in the spaceship. In the surgical room, in fact. The walls around me were covered in surgical tools, scalpels and other stuff. I even saw a saw hanging there somewhere. Wait... I looked around my body, accidentally dropping a few tools on the floor. Still in the same fighting attire, though a bit bruised. No legs cut off? ...No, doesn't seem like it. However, I felt an awful lot of bandages around my left side...

"Calm down, Itaku. I was going to get you to a medical bed, and you're awake already." Someone opened the door at the back, spoke and walked in. It was Shaytan. Of course, it has to be him. "You're lucky that you only got stabbed. A lot of our teammates are with gaping wounds all over their body."

"What... happened over there?" I asked while moving off the surgical table and following him.

"You didn't miss out on much. We got destroyed. There is something to those Androids that we didn't predict, that made them stronger than expected."

"Darn it!" I clenched my fists and shouted angrily. "And I was going to show them what I can do! The results of my training!"

"Well, we're at least alive. Luckily, there was this strange rogue Android who helped us escape without many casualties."

"You mean... the one with the green attire?"

Shaytan looked at me, surprised. "What, did you know him?"

"No... I just saw him for a few seconds. And then everything faded to black." We were walking through a few empty hallways, moving towards the main lounge. "Where is everyone? This place looks so empty..."

"Everyone is in hospital beds, either asleep or napping. I presumed you were too, so I was going to get you to the quarters."

"Did we really get that many injured men?"

"There were just too many of them, and besides me and you, none of us were close to even a single one's power."

I smiled. I mean, it's not that surprising that he recognizes my power, he has been my mentor for at least 10 years... God, this is so frustrating... And I was going to show off a new interesting thing I've unlocked through all those years of training... We went in the main lounge - this is where the team members spend most of their time while en route to missions. It was completely empty - I guess he was right about the team's situation. I sat down on one of the puffy chairs. Catching a breath. I think there is a training chamber on the spaceship, I should try to go there...

[Pygmalionia]

Lazarus Hope

2 Months Later

Cobb and his student stood in the middle of the Owl’s nest. They were all listening intently to the leader’s orders. Lazarus learnt a great deal under William Cobb – the ability to channel his madness into skill, espionage, armed and unarmed combat, acrobatics, and many more. Most importantly, he learnt not to act so brashly and plan out his moves; something which could have prevented him from being downed by Sonja’s Kryptonian. He was thankful for it, though he still wasn’t sure of the Court’s orientation. Cobb remarked how swiftly Lazarus learnt, something the Court was very pleased with.

“Lazarus, your progress has been satisfactory. You have two more tasks to complete before being a fully fledged Talon for the Court of Owls.” said the Leader.

“What shall you have me do?” Lazarus asked, eager to test his skills. He knew he had to act fast, however. His Venom addiction has been acting up, and as it drags out, the lesser his chances ate completing the said task goes.

“You shall kill Jeremiah Arkham, I don’t think I need to explain who he is. There have been reports of his unnecessary torture of the inmates of Arkham has extended into Blackgate; and the Court thinks you would agree that it’d be better for the Penitentiary to have us in charge instead of someone who also deserves to be in the asylum.” ordered the man at the podium, before continuing. “Since this is your first real task, you shall be accompanied by William Cobb. He will not help you, he will simply be there to observe your actions and measure your worth in becoming a Talon for the Owl.” revealed the Leader.

“It shall be done.” said Lazarus as he and his mentor left the area.

____________

Lazarus perched on top of Blackgate Penitentiary, dressed in the usual black wares of a Talon. He had studied the prison intently for tonight. Learning everything from the structure’s architecture to its personnels and their schedules. He was to slip inside of Blackgate and slay the mad warden unnoticed. He decided he was ready. He then entered the building through its vent, with Cobb following closely behind.

[Mavorpen]

"Y'know? I think I'm gonna go home. They must be freaking out without this gal keeping everyone happy." Kylie happily shook Jamal's hand and smiled. "Oh! Here's something, I guess." She quickly created something from her ring and handed it to Jamal. It was a rectangular card, with 10 numbers on it and an adorably written name.

"There's... my phone number. In case you need me again, and can't get to New York. Just in case the universe ever needs an extra lantern around to stop another robo-virus." She laughed, in spite of the fallout from the Phalanx around her. "I... guess I'm gonna go now. It was pretty fun, actually. Except for the whole unconscious thing, that kinda sucked. But anyways... bye Jamal!"

Kylie floated away from Jamal, over to Atiala and Ruby. Naja had just left, and Kylie was about o follow her, when she remembered the other two girls who weren't rebuilding their home race right now. "Hey girls. So... where do you guys think you're headed after this? Because Ruby... I need to pay you back for saving me from prison earlier. And Atiala, you just look like you need somewhere to stay." Kylie giggled at her assessment before continuing. "So my friends and I, we've got this superhero team. Girls only. If you're looking for a place to stay, I guess I could pull some strings. Plus, you both fight like badasses, so that's cool too. What do you say?"

Jamal took the card Kylie gave to him and simply nodded. Then he floated into the air, found Star-Lord -- who had removed his helmet at that point -- and landed next to him. "Well, if it isn't the great hero himself!" Star-Lord said with a grin, spreading his arms apart.

"Me? Why am I the great hero?" Jamal grinned back and outstretched his hand.

Star-Lord took his hand and shook it. "Well, who else would it be? You were the one who brought along two Technarchs and a group of people powerful enough to even make victory possible. Not to mention that little stunt you pulled that led to the destruction of the Annihilation Wave." Star-Lord placed his arm around Jamal's shoulder. "C'mon, you're a hero. You can bask in the glory of it at least a little."

"Fine. But we can celebrate after we clean everything up. Well, I say 'we,' but excluding you, of course. How long are you gonna stick around for?" Jamal asked.

Star-Lord frowned slightly and sighed. "I'm not leaving anytime soon, Jamal. This isn't like any other situation where I just find myself in the middle of a huge galaxy or universe threatening battle and have no obligation to stick around long. This time, I'm directly responsible. I was the bonehead who unknowingly brought the Phalanx to Hala. The least I can do is stay until the capital's back on its feet."

"Huh. Whaddya know, you do have a conscience after all."

"Oh, shut it, 'Nova Centurion.' I'll see you later."

---

When Kylie approached Ruby, she was talking to Phyla, with Adam standing next to her. Phyle hugged her and then floated off with Adam, waving down at her. Ruby turned to Kylie and listened to her as she invited Ruby to join a team of female superheroes.

Ruby looked over at Jamal for a second. He looked back at her and simply shrugged. Ruby turned back to Kylie and nodded. "Okay. Sounds...fun."

[Charmera]

Roy nodded at Katie's words. He watched her put the USB in the computer and heard her describe what it did. "Really? That's pretty cool." He said with admiration. He thought about her question. He didn't exactly want to go back and sit at a kitchen table alone. "Well what are you working on? You fighting a villain right now aren't you? Maybe I can help." He said to Katie. He really did want to help, to feel useful.

"Well. I'm not sure what you could do exactly..." She replied, then sighed and shrugged. "But I suppose I should keep an eye on you, don't want you sneaking away again. Plus we probably could use all the help we can get on this. It's a real headscratcher." She replied, winking softly as she suddenlt grabbed Roy's hand and jumped towards the computer. Though instead of smashing into it they both were electrically transported back to the lab. "Sorry guys, gonna have to break the rules." She spoke as she appeared before Val and Cora. "But Roy wanted to help us, so i decided to see if he could."

"I was.... It that obvious? But yeah... We would, wouldn't we?" He asked. "Exploring the universe is always fun. That could be something we do. It's not like Earth really needs us... There's at least 2 Kryptonians, Blondie. And a bunch more people who can fight them. I'm sure they don't need us around. I wonder if we could start a Rent-a-Hero thing... I mean Earth ain't the only one with problems." He explained. "Sure it's probably a terrible idea. But come on. People look at Superman and they feel safe and protected. Everyone deserves that feeling." He thought. "We're shapeshifters. That means so much more than just making us look more attractive. It doesn't matter what they look we. We can take their appearance and give people hope."

He grinned at the dinner comment. "I would love to. But you're the one with the money. I mean I could always steal some from the many meth labs. Victimless crime."

"True. Though we don't really need to take payment for that. And I think the idea of instilling people with hope is a good one. It's one I've tried to do myself for so long. Something I hope I can aspire to." She remarked. "It's part of why I have the no killing rule for myself. You kinda have to set an example after all. And if your doing stuff that is kinda like what the baddies are doing, then it gets all muddied." She commented. She then gave him a wide smile and another kiss on the cheek. "Well I wouldn't mind being surprised by something. And there are other ways to earn money with superpowers than stealing. Though meth labs kinda do have it coming..."

Suddenly the Martian got up. She frowned, staring at her ring before a long of annoyance came onto her face. "Stupid ring." She muttered as it glowed, relaying her the information. Her frowned increase. "Well. This is going to be fun. Seems like there is some sort of metahuman trouble nearby. No one's doing anything to stop it, so we probably should step in or something."

[Charmera]

-snip-

Craig yowled in pain as he was kicked in the shin, grabbing his leg with one hand and beginning to hop in pain. That one had definitely hurt, though he supposed that he deserved in a way. Though it technically was a legitimate move to make, it was a dirty play. Then again, Etla had played dirty herself, Craig reminded himself, attempting to find some justification.

But she still wasn't at the level of a normal human being despite the loss of her Core, and he had no more tricks to pull out of his bag. He looked at the Core again, leaning down to rub his throbbing shin. It was quite a beauitful object, like a frozen sun, one could say, though that was an oxymoron in everyway possible. He turned it, looking at it from several angles, never having seen something quite like it.

Turning his attention back to the battle, he looked up to see one fist coming straight at his face. With his chocolate eyes widening, he desperately threw his own fist forward at Etla's face, just before he was hit. And then, there was impact. Etla's fist smashed into his cheek, vice-versa happening to Etla, sending him toppling to the ground, Craig somehow managing to keep the Star Core in his hand. Clasping his cheek, he groaned out, "I thought we said no face hits... Though I suppose it's fair after what I did." he said, passing over the Core. "Well, that was quite the fight? What do you want to do next?" he asked, looking over at the Rainborn.

-snip-

She nodded to Alastir, greeting him. "Your services are most welcome, and you are free to join in our assault. Your aid shall not be forgotten."

Valka, supporting Alex's shield to keep him alive, turned her attention to the Void. Floating up so she had a clear shot, she powered up the Valkaforce, firing a blast with both hands. She kept up the onslaught with the other heroes sending waves of swords and arrows made of the Valkaforce, before continuing to slice with the Odinsword, still firing. "Can this thing die?" she muttered audibly, quite amazed that it had lasted so long against all of them.

Bathing herself in the Valkaforce, she flew straight into the middle of Void, hoping to disperse it.

-snip-

"You fools." Batgirl muttered, watching Vannis' body drop to the street. She flew down and stalked down to the Batmobile. They had killed Vannis and now, they thought it was all over. They were wrong. The cycle of Gotham was never-ending, in it's current state. A remnant of Vannis' men would survive, and they would go underground, creating new gangs. And this would happen all over again. "

She stopped as John spoke to her. "No, they are not friends of mine, as you can see," she said, gesturing to Vannis' body. She also murmured in agreement when the GCD's head informed her that she was welcome in North Gotham. It wasn't ideal, but it was good to have some allies she supposed. "I'll make sure to visit," she said, stopping mid sentence as she heard the report about the Gardens. "It seems that your Reclaimer needs some backup. Let his men know that I'll be there in a few minutes, " she said, jumping back into the Batmobile and speeding off.

Floyd Martin
Suddenly Martin saw someone moving at incredible speeds intercept his spear. Things were getting crowded now and the odds weren't in his favor. "I'm not here to rob any bank. I'm here to settle scores." He said to Katie before turning to Valancy. "This isn't over. Not by a Longshot." He said to her, pressing the button of a communicator on his belt and soon the rope of a helicopter dropped down from the hole that Martin HD created in his attacked. He climbed up the rope and half way up he dropped a grenade down to where Valancy and Katie were. He doubted it would kill them, but it would keep them distracted while he escaped.

Cora
Cora made her way through the burning building, blasting apart debris when necessary. She rescued a little girl and her older brother who hadn't been able to make it out and then went back as apparently there was another family still inside. Cora made her way back inside but a beam suddenly fell from the ceiling and fell on Cora. Cora winced as her hands were burned by the flames. She pushed it off of herself quickly however and headed toward the family. She had to move quickly as the building was very dangerous. She found the two people who were trapped and broke down their door before grabbing them and flying out the window just before an explosion sent flames through out the building.

"Thanks," Valancy said to Katie for catching the spear. She turned her attention back to the man, trying to think of something to say. "I see," she said, looking up as he began to climb, preparing another attack. Then, seeing the grenade, she enclosed it in a wooden shield, containing the explosion, Val turning her attention to stop the shards of wood from hitting anyone.

She looked at Katie, "I'm afraid that Jasmine is probably far away now. I'm sorry Katie, I didn't know that one of you guys was going on patrol, or I would have left the robbery to you. And now Eric goes without justice for his murder. " she looked down, sighing. "I'll find her." she promised in a dark tone, before continuing. "And it seems Roy has some history with that man." she said. "It's about time that I talked to him too."

Katie sighed, looking to the side. "There's no problem. Honestly the thing with Janice is a little complex. She's... not exactly 100% acountable for her actions. Still..." Her face darkened. "It's hard to remeber that. Sometimes I just want to pummel the monster she's become for what she did." She sighed. "I think she needs help. But that's for another time."

She paused, putting a hand to her chin. "Roy... we should ask him about that." She remarked. "I wonder what the connection between them was..."

"Also, was it just me or was that guy jacked! Like... really muscly."

[The Republic of Atria]

"Well. I'm not sure what you could do exactly..." She replied, then sighed and shrugged. "But I suppose I should keep an eye on you, don't want you sneaking away again. Plus we probably could use all the help we can get on this. It's a real headscratcher." She replied, winking softly as she suddenlt grabbed Roy's hand and jumped towards the computer. Though instead of smashing into it they both were electrically transported back to the lab. "Sorry guys, gonna have to break the rules." She spoke as she appeared before Val and Cora. "But Roy wanted to help us, so i decided to see if he could."


"True. Though we don't really need to take payment for that. And I think the idea of instilling people with hope is a good one. It's one I've tried to do myself for so long. Something I hope I can aspire to." She remarked. "It's part of why I have the no killing rule for myself. You kinda have to set an example after all. And if your doing stuff that is kinda like what the baddies are doing, then it gets all muddied." She commented. She then gave him a wide smile and another kiss on the cheek. "Well I wouldn't mind being surprised by something. And there are other ways to earn money with superpowers than stealing. Though meth labs kinda do have it coming..."

Suddenly the Martian got up. She frowned, staring at her ring before a long of annoyance came onto her face. "Stupid ring." She muttered as it glowed, relaying her the information. Her frowned increase. "Well. This is going to be fun. Seems like there is some sort of metahuman trouble nearby. No one's doing anything to stop it, so we probably should step in or something."

Nightmare thought for a moment. "I suppose we should. Does it say what we're dealing with?" He asked sitting up from the bench. A little exercise wouldn't hurt. Even if he wasn't allowed to kill.

Alex and Naja

They ate the food Alex had prepared earlier. "Yeah. So it turns out, Loki and Osborn tried to frame Asgard for an attack. Everyone found out that it was a fake, and we went to take them down, but lo and behold, they had an unstable clone of me, or something. He went by Sentry. Turns out the guy was completely insane and nearly killed everyone. But I got these cool magic rocks. So. How was Ultron and the Kree?"

"He's definitely a jerk. We found a way to keep him from switching bodies, so we blew him up. I also fought the Photon guy. You weren't kidding about him being tough. But if nothing else, I got to have some fun. Also, Kylie misunderstood me when I said that you find human women boring. She thinks you meant that they are boring. Not that you don't find them attractive. So she's gonna try and impress you. I think. I would have explained it to her, but we were kinda in the middle of a fight."

"It's fine. I spent so much time in space. I guess I'm a little picky when it comes to women." He snickered a bit and used his magic to clean and put up their dishes when they finished eating. "I'm starting to get the hang of this. Now. If you're going to be a superhero, you need a cool costume. I mean running around as you are now is fine. But it's more tradition than anything else. Besides. It's like in the animal kingdom. The brightly colored animals are the ones that ward off predators."

"You're smarter than you lead on to be sometimes. Be right back." She said and Alex blinked and she was gone. A few seconds later she came back. "Well. I found a few designs that I like... Particularly this one." She said showing a sketch she drew in the few seconds she was gone.

"Huh... I can do that."

[New Rob Halfordia]

-snip

As the cyborg flew into the new dimensional state, Paras rolled and dashed away from Okarot, breathing steadily harder as his cyber-mind fed him a steady stream of information on his new plane of existence. The gravity played hell on his parts, but he grinded his teeth and yelled "Upgrade!", a green light enveloping him briefly and revitalizing his body and reforming his injured parts to the last detail. Paras tightened his fists and turned his entire body to face Okarot as he spoke. "Your all?" Paras repeated, watching the weary Saiyan elite break apart into multiple colored cubes, scanning the immediate area for a possible opening.

At the very last second before the hit connected, Paras jumped back with surprising speed and timing, his energy sensors detecting where the portal that Okarot was emerging from originated through the bunkai teleport. Using that same speed, Paras launched his fist forward and slammed it against Okarot's jawline as it emerged from the teleportation sneak attack, his hand once more breaking apart, but the solid impact sent shock waves across their infinite surroundings. Paras didn't stop there - as his hand disintegrated and fell apart, he unleashed a powerful ki blast from the remains of his nub - powerful enough to launch the cyborg back from the attack and away from Okarot.

He skid on the ankles to slow his momentum and locked his eyes on Okarot, the smoke and dust kicked up from the Incineration Blast clouded Paras' vision for the time being, but he switched his optics to see past the obstructions. A slight gasp escaped his mouth, one that wasn't made of surprise, but more like a..."Oh shit..." He said under his breath, the powerful, bulky form of Okarot standing in the same exact place he emerged from. "Is this it, then?" Paras asked.

"The true power of the Saiyans?"

Okarot lifted his hand to his jaw, snapping it back into place before showing a sly smile, "It seems to me as though the PTO has a defective model on their hands.", he said, seemingly teleporting behind Paras, moving at speeds far surpassing light, causing a massive wall of sand and dust to be kicked up just past where he stopped. The Saiyan threw a punch that would give a star a run for it's money, launching Paras into one of the many plateaus surrounding the warriors, before continuing to taunt the cyborg, "Really, it would just be irresponsible to not dispose of you. It's become clear that you can't win, which means that this fight is over."

Bio electricity began surging around the Saiyan elite, the increased humidity of the chamber causing it to go crazy. But, this gave Okarot an idea. The Saiyan slowly lifted his hand and pointed it towards Paras, not speaking a word as he prepared to finish the fight for good. A small blue ball appeared in his hand, with some static electricity occasionally sparking around it. If his opponent ran off computer chips and wires, then he could win the fight in an instant with nothing but an electrical charge. At least, that's what Okarot hoped.

It was a relatively small amount of energy, only around 10 yottawatts. Sure, he could add more, but, with a lower amount of energy, Okarot could disguise it in a scattershot attack to look like one of the normal blasts. One that Paras would no doubt attempt to deflect. The cyborg was on the ropes, and clearly not equal to Okarot in power and speed. Dodging an attack like a scattershot would leave him open to physical strikes, and being such a low power attack, only a fool would expose themselves rather than simply deflect. Fortunately for Okarot, Paras was no fool.

The Saiyan suddenly unleashed a barrage of low power Ki attacks from the energy gathered in his hand, with the electrically charged blast hidden among them. The attacks each had around the power of a 50 megaton warhead, powerful to some, yes, but easily deflectable by someone of Paras' caliber.

[New Rnclave]

Hiroshi:

"Going Somewhere?"

Looking up, Hiroshi shuddered as he struggled to breath, the source of this damage just grinning down at him. It didn't make any sense. He could draw blood, he could hurt this thing, but every strike this thing landed nearly shook him apart. The gulf between them was all to apparent to him now.

" I love you Daddy."

It was Tomia's voice. It reminded him of the helpless little girl he'd met a few weeks prior. The beautiful child that had kept him going when nothing else did. She believed in him and never gave up faith. Hiroshi was still trembling, but now it was for a completely different reason. A shaky breath wracked his frame as he stood, returning glare to Broly's grin.

" Everyone dies boy." Broly chuckled, the wicked grin spreading across his features. " Everyone but me."

The sudden surge of energy beneath his skin was fiery and and white hot, his muscles bulking up slightly before tightening down, bio electricity rippling across his frame. Energy brimmed off his body, his aura flaring up seconds later.

The sky was darkening quickly, there was a thundering boom before the skies split open, torrents of rain pouring down onto them, drenching his dogi and the Majin Armor Broly wore.

So far, he'd played into Broly's hands like a helpless child. He was letting everyone down again. He was the only one strong enough to even stare down this beast, yet he was fucking it up again. This couldn't be the end, what had he left behind?

He had a daughter, who even if they revived, would fall to Broly's hands someday. All this thing did was kill! He was no angel by any stretch of the mind, he'd killed innocents fighting and had killed them willingly in the past. There wasn't a person he didn't regret killing. But there was one person who'd set him on this path, and he was probably giggling while he watched Hiroshi fight.

Father.

This was the monster his father had spent his whole life trying to mold him into. And this thing was every bit as cruel and sick as he'd expected. Every second he looked at this thing, staring into it's eyes, he could only see his daughters face as she died. The tightness only got worse when he remembered how much the Beast had enjoyed it. Who could kill a child and enjoy it. Inhaling a breath, rage surged up within the Hybrid, feasting on his inadequacy and grief. Another violent flicker of his aura collapsed the remaining sides of the building, bricks, glass and warped steel raining down on them.

" Are you done?" Broly asked, cocking his head and grinning evilly. " If this is all the entertainment you can provide, I'll end this n-"

" The first move you can make is straight to hell you son of a bitch!" Hiroshi roared, the ground fissuring behind him as he blasted off, seeing the twisted smile on the brutes face grow more satisfied a she neared.

Yeah, just keep smiling motherfucker.

Swooping upwards, Hiroshi feigned an attack to his left side, the hulking beast reacting as he knew he would, swinging himself to face him, Broly struck downwards towards him, a glowing fist speeding at the Saiyan. Flipping over the fist, Hiroshi rocketed past the monster, flying at break neck speeds towards the heights of the city, a golden trail of energy being all that he left behind, but Hiroshi knew that wasn't the only thing in his wake. Every second of flight, Broly threatened to overtake him, seemingly tensing for a lunge at Hiroshi. When it seemed like Broly was going to overtake him, Hiroshi opened his palms, revealing a crackling ball of ruby energy. Sneering, Hiroshi swung his frame around, the monster extending his arms, mere centimeters from gripping his ankles. Throwing both hands forward, dozens of fragmented bolts burst from his palms, converging on the Super Saiyan below.

It was just enough to stir the pot so to speak.

When the blasts hit, they exploded in a massive earth shaking blast. Yet, they didn't even slow down the brute, his massive frame bursting through the smoke, cackling all the while, only this time, he was moving quicker then before., fast enough that Hiroshi barely followed the blur. It was only with a grunt that Hiroshi phased several meters to the side of where he'd been, a hulking fist sweeping through where he'd just been. Using all of his momentum from their climb towards the heavens, Hiroshi slammed both hands across Broly's jaw in a punishing axe swing, the brute lurching sideways with an annoyed growl, before his entire frame followed his momentum.

Glancing down, Hiroshi saw opportunity. grabbing his ankle, Hiroshi pushed all his power to the surface, lightening and golden fire burning off his form. Growling with exertion, Hiroshi descended from above, traveling at a speed well beyond light. His enemy was confused for the first few seconds of their descent, howling with rage as the buildings they passed became nothing more then multi-colored blurs, only when the monster looked down did he discover what was happening, but i was far to late.

With all the force he could muster, golden fire bursting around his arms, Hiroshi flung Broly ahead of him, snapping his leg out for a gut strike for good measure, speeding the monster through the top level of a skyscraper. With a thunderclap, a massive entry point appeared at that top of the structure, glass, dust and concrete bursting out of every available escape as the building collapsed. Over two hundred stories collapsed and blew out as Broly neared the ground, enraged screaming following the whole way down.

Landing on both feet in the street below, Hiroshi glanced over the wreckage of the building, sliding into a defensive stance as he awaited Broly's response. It would be a violent one, Hiroshi knew that for sure. The rain still poured down from the heavens, his aura hissing as they interacted. Standing there, eyes focused ahead, Hiroshi felt the world rumble for a moment, every crack all around him in an almost endless expanse glowing with green energy.

It didn't scare him. Not anymore, he was far beyond fear. This bastard had killed his daughter, and he would experience the same fate soon enough.

[Tomia]

Cora
Cora had finally rescued all the people from from the burning building, and helped the fire fighters snuff out the flames. When the job was done she headed off to some applause. It was a job well done, with the exception of some burns on her hands. She flew back to the JQ headquarters and frowned when she arrived and Katie wasn't there. Had there been a complication at the bank? Panic started to set in a bit but then Cora forced herself to relax. It was probably nothing.

[The Templar High Council]

Atiala Hypernova

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Ow, ow, ow. I think I fell on something pointy when falling out of the Microworld. Well, at least I'm alive. That shit was pretty crazy, but I felt great. Normally, when faced with people who can nuke solar systems into rubble, I would be pretty scared, but this whole... atmosphere made me feel like I can do it too. Like I have the power! Oh, He-Man... it was a fun time watching you when I was a child.

Oh, someone is talking to me? "Sure... I mean, I technically do have a place to stay, but since you girls have the transportation to get there..." An all-women superhero team? So the people here are superheroines? "Well, I don't have much to do anyway, so I could check it out."

Hold on! Is my phone okay? I tapped on my pocket. Intact. Awesome.

When Kylie approached Ruby, she was talking to Phyla, with Adam standing next to her. Phyle hugged her and then floated off with Adam, waving down at her. Ruby turned to Kylie and listened to her as she invited Ruby to join a team of female superheroes.

Ruby looked over at Jamal for a second. He looked back at her and simply shrugged. Ruby turned back to Kylie and nodded. "Okay. Sounds...fun."

"Alright, then to home we go!" Kylie reached for her ring, asking it for directions back to Earth, when it suddenly spoke up. ["Green Lanterns can traverse wormholes using their rings. It's much faster than flying through normal space."]

"Well, isn't that convenient!" Kylie said amazedly. "Can we open one here?"

["Negative. You cannot create them, only utilize them. And there is one nearby, close enough to be back to Earth in... 30 minutes."]

"That's great! Ring, before we get back, I'm going to give you a nickname. Because being called 'Ring' must really suck." Kylie started flying towards where her ring directed her, motioning for Atiala and Ruby to follow.

["... You do realize I'm intended to be simply an accessory, correct? Most rings have no personality."]

"Then you're special! I must have too much personality, that's why." With this... explanation, Kylie opened the wormhole which had appeared in front of her, creating a portal for her, Ruby, and Atiala to use. "Enter... at your own peril... Muhahahaha! Nah, I'm kidding. About the peril part. But this portal is going to bring us home, so you two go in first. I'll close it behind us."