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Kataly'a.
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Today had started off like any other glorious day at the base, filled with rambunctious laughter and even louder screaming between teammates. Humans had a strange way of showing affection for one another. Jude was always almost lighting Korrith on fire, Malina and the girl named Malice were always arguing, and Freddie never forgot to tell her favorite alien how annoying she was.

Even with their weird human interactions, Kataly'a enjoyed her new human companions. It had been two weeks full of chaos, but the alien was enjoying her time among the Heroes of Tomorrow. The base was chaotic in a way that the warrior princess enjoyed, never ceasing to stir up curiosity and wonder within her.

Everyone had started to slip into the routine of their training program, despite people like Mateo who continuously slept through breakfast and rushed to morning training with a half eaten piece of bacon, or Kam who skipped evening social time to seclude himself in one of the many gyms. The soon-to-be heroes had adapted quickly, another part of their intensive training.

Even with Freddie wearing her usual scowl while Kat animatedly explained the joy of Almeracian holidays while braiding her unruly blonde locks, it felt like things had finally started to settle down. Which is exactly why Kataly'a shot up from her seat behind her friend when the alarm started blaring, emerald eyes wide and body tense as she sensed for danger.

"Hello trainees. Please meet me in the conference room for an emergency mission briefing." The voice of Troia boomed over the sound of the alarm, putting the warrior princess only slightly at ease. At least the base wasn't under attack. The princess had fought many battles as was her duty as crown princess of Almerac, but her stomach fluttered with nerves as she anticipated her first mission as a hero of Earth.

Following behind Freddie's large wings, Kataly'a found herself in the command center with the rest of her teammates filing in behind her in varying states of concern. They had been training together for two weeks, but they'd never been sent on a real assignment outside of the base before.

"An army of robots has invaded Star City. The League has decided it's safe enough to send you all on your first mission, so you will be tasked with wiping out the robots and keeping the city safe. Nightwing and I will be here watching on the cams and talking to you through your communicators. Get ready to zeta tube in groups of two." Donna explained, her tone more serious than normal. Kat was practically vibrating with nerves as she lined up to wait for her turn in the zeta tube. With Lilith at her side, the two boarded the tube to transport them to the scene of their first mission.

As the zeta tube's door opened, the chaos of the city under fire hit them full force. A robot was blasting them before they'd even exited, causing Kataly'a to grab the assassin and take off into the sky. A sharp gaze scanned the surrounding area, taking in the hoards of robots flooding into the city and the havoc they were already wreaking. Blasting a few energy bolts at the invading army to clear room for her teammates, Kat swooped lower to the ground to let Lilith down safely.

With her arms free of weight, Kataly'a flew forward at full-speed with the intent to blast through a pile of robots just as Freddie was exiting the zeta tube with the same intention. A boom loud enough to reverberate off nearby buildings resounded as the two aliens collided mid-air. The half-Thanagarian was strong, but Kat wasn't quite sure how her skin would fair against the fast approaching concrete, so the Almeracian wrapped her arms around Fred's waist and flipped them so that she would take the brunt of the fall.

The impact sent them skidding across the pavement, concrete crumbling beneath them until they came to a halt. Silver blood glistened on the blacktop as she scanned her teammate for injuries, relieved to find that they were both still in fighting shape.

"I am so the sorry!" The words came tumbling off her tongue, frantically apologizing as she pulled herself up in time to blast a few approaching robots.

"Thanks for the cover!" Lilith called as she ducked into the trench the two aliens had made, earning a delighted thumbs up from Kat as her clumsy accident became beneficial.





 




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Imogen
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The speed Imogen's mood had changed in the past few hours was both a testament to the familial atmosphere of the cave and an ominous warning about her lack of faith in her own abilities. The loud ones were...being loud, doing their thing, and Imogen had been happy amidst the day to day activity their new home offerred. And despiute the varied origins of those within it, the aura of camraderie and friendship was a steadily growing sensation.

Imogen was pleasantly pleased at the lack of incidents on her part as well. Aside from a few minor mistakes and one incident involving a large amount of hay and a larger amount of cleanup, her spells in training had been under her control. Her evenings remained her own, and she was admittedly glad for the free time to study some of the older tomes she'd brought to the cave. Zatanna's evenings when Imogen had worked alongside her often invovled either visits to other magical folk or, Imogen's least favourite, stage performances.

When the blaring alarm rang through the cave, Imogen could feel her hair standing on end. Regardless of circumstance, this was a practical test, no more training, and Imogen did her best to keep a level head as she filed into the command center behind Kataly'a. The others looked less nervous than she felt, or at least were better at hiding it.

"An army of robots has invaded Star City. The League has decided it's safe enough to send you all on your first mission, so you will be tasked with wiping out the robots and keeping the city safe. Nightwing and I will be here watching on the cams and talking to you through your communicators. Get ready to zeta tube in groups of two."

Donna was more serious than usual, adding to the discomfort Imogen felt as she aligned herself next to Priya, giving her quick smile as she tried to shake the jitters off. Imogen knew she was strong from what little training the two had together, and some nasty accidents had revealed she had some talent healing as well. She'd also asked a lot of polite questions about her magic, as opposed to Kat's verbal bombardments. General curiosity it seemed. "Here we go..." She muttered, the cylidrical lights of the tube enveloping her, Imogen closed her eyes as the light became too bright to look at.

When they opened, they were on a long city street, the kind where governments put trees down the center to make them look more nature friendly. Most of the trees were on fire now though, or broken amid the other debris. Imogen looked above as Kat lowered Lilith back to the ground, several fresh smoking machines going down in front of them. Imogen went to move toward them, then paused, making her way further up the street. Let them work, don't get in the way.

First up, a safer space for those coming through after her. "PROTECT," She called out, an echo to her voice that vibrated her skull, and she watched as the area around the Zeta tube was enveloped with a purple warped miasma of colour. That was good, but also a safe bet. PROTECT had done the exact same thing yesterday. She looked over just to watch Kat and Fred collide with the floor, before the two got back up and back to work. She turned to Priya, who seemed to have come through the tube unscathed as well. "All good?" She called out to the other woman.
 



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After so long spent in solitude, Malina’s time at the Institute, living with Charles Xavier and Devana, did nothing to prepare her for what it would be like to share a space with this many people. At the Heroes of Tomorrow base, there always seemed to be something going on—that flying table at orientation was but the tip of the iceberg.

A lot of the team members were intent on making friends, and despite Malina’s best efforts to avoid them—she did a relatively good job of sneaking off during the designated social time, except on the occasions she found a quiet corner to occupy with Silas and listen to their respective music while people-watching and making snarky commentary—when her roommate was one of said social butterflies, it was an impossible task to escape it altogether.

Mikey wasn’t all bad. In fact, he was really nice, and Malina felt guilty for being fed-up with him so soon, but there was something about his eager friendliness that was just overwhelming, for lack of a better word. It was a different sort of reaction to her presence than what Malina was used to, that was certain.

Not everything changed, though. Malina and Devana still spent the weeks leading up to their first mission training, bickering about techniques: “You have to hit me harder than that,” and, “I am hitting you hard.” That was how they’d ended up in their current position, Devana having pushed Malina to her limit once again for the sake of getting the correct results. Malina had Devana pinned to the wall, arm across the taller girl’s throat and a scowl on her lips as she studied her opponent’s features. Evidently, she’d taken the blonde by surprise.

Finally.

“Guess you’re not as good at this as you thought,” Malina said, an irritated edge to her voice. She was too frustrated to revel in the small victory, and her appearance reflected that—the hair framing her face had fallen free from her ponytail long ago, the dark wisps more frazzled than usual; her tan skin shone with a thin sheen of sweat; and her blue hoodie had come partially unzipped, now hanging lop-sided on her frame, exposing a shoulder.

Overhead, the alarm blared, and Malina jumped at the noise, the metal cuff on her wrist buzzing with the sudden change of emotion.

"An army of robots has invaded Star City,” said Donna Troy, her tone slightly warbled through the speaker. “The League has decided it's safe enough to send you all on your first mission, so you will be tasked with wiping out the robots and keeping the city safe. Nightwing and I will be here watching on the cams and talking to you through your communicators. Get ready to zeta tube in groups of two.”

Malina stepped back from Devana, at last loosening her grip. She hoped the blonde couldn’t sense her newfound unease, but she knew it was written across her face in bold lettering, so she turned away instead, beginning the long walk to the meeting room.

By the time the pair had reached the tubes, a line had already formed, giving Malina enough time to compose herself. All of that effort was in vain, though, because as soon as she and Devana landed at the site in Star City, the brunette’s bracelet was vibrating so frequently it was a wonder it didn’t somehow trigger the mechanism and fall off. There was too much going on at once—Malina didn’t know where to look.

“Compartmentalize,” Professor X had told her during her stay at the Institute. “When the situation is too hard to handle, start with something little and work your way up. Solve one problem at a time. Don’t let your fear control you.”

That was easier said than done, but Malina could try.

The robot shooting lasers at the zeta tubes was a problem, but it seemed manageable enough.

Extending a hand up as Charles had taught her, Malina focused her energy, channeling it in the direction of the offender. She flung her arm to the side, and the robot’s head followed suit, wrenching away from its body as the laser beams where its eyes should’ve been grew dark. The chunk of metal tumbled through the air at Malina’s command before it collided into Silas, who’d seemingly come out of nowhere.

“Shit.” The man was one of the only people in the whole operation that Malina could tolerate, yet she was using him for target practice. “Uh, you good?” she called, wincing.

































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& dust to dust.





Two weeks of training, and Jude was having second thoughts.

Much of her time in Mt. Justice so far had been surprisingly...pleasant. In all actuality, it was an enormous change from her typical day to day life for the past two years - it felt as if she were working towards something good, something productive. Constant exercise, healthy meals, combat training, a far throw from the last two years spent living in NYC hibernating in box-sized studio apartments and drowning basement rooms. But for a girl who was so cocky and so self assured, Jude found herself feeling the sickening sensation of insecurity for the first time in a very long time. Even if she couldn't keep her mouth shut, always spouting off some obscenities and expletives and bugging her teammates, the ginger watched them train with a keen eye and realized she was way, way out of her league. What potential that the Amazonian princess had seen in her, Jude had no clue.

Grief was an open wound that nagged and bled, it gave no respect to the stretch of two years time; it inspired her dreams yet broke her down in the same breath. It was during the quiet hours of the night, when she slept with her mattress on the floor and ears pressed to the earth that echoed back. In the back of her head she could hear her father's voice. The voice of a memory, when he was still healthy and strong, warm as freshly brewed espressos and just as comforting to her.
"Ya has llegado hasta aquí. Estás destinado a grandes cosas, mija."


Jude would like to think that he'd be proud of where she was now - and so, she wasn't giving up just yet.

But fuck, if fear struck her heart when they announced their first official serious hero mission had arrived, she'd never admit it. The morning had been spent up to her regular hijinks, this time with her attention zoned in on an easy target. Even if Mikey was taller than her, the boy could literally not hurt a fly. It almost made her think twice when he regularly greeted her with a kind smile and the offering for a breakfast muffin each morning. Bless his damn heart. As he walked by, Jude exhaled a short burst of flames at him, enjoying his yelp of fear as he avoided being cooked. But their morning fun had been cut short, and now, it was time to be serious.

Many of the others had official suits and armor, but Jude knew from the start that she needed breathability, always running hot. Armor only weighed her down. Her suit was kept simple (though it was emphasized to her that she would soon need an upgrade, something to match her with the team more) - a simple black leotard, shorts ending halfway up her thigh, specifically created to be fireproof and completely able to withstand the insane temperatures she would reach. In an effort to give it her own flavor, Jude threw on a battle vest atop it, adorned with many handsewn patches and buttons, and a pair of combat boots, and voila.

"Fuckin' robots, are you kidding me?"
The girl mumbled under her breath as her team rushed to the zeta tubes. A voice rang out through the commotion a beat too late as she stepped up to the entrance.
"Hey, wait up roomie!"
Her roommate Korrith hadn't been far behind, but his words were only met with a roll of her eyes and a middle finger in his direction. Nope.

In stepped Jude, flung through the disorienting experience of the tubes once more, and out stepped the Firebrand into the mouth of hell. She had never seen the city (or any city, for that matter) in such a state of utter ruin.

Chaos was in her blood, born from the lava blood of all things doom and destruction, but this was an entirely new battle for her to fight. Many of her teammates were blessed with the gift of flight, but Jude was begrudgingly stuck to the ground and forced to immediately dive out of the way as the waves of robots descended upon them. She briefly watched Kataly'a and Freddie collide in the sky, and somewhere else above her head robots and teammates clashed alike. The kickdrum beat of her heart kept her alert and moving, a pounding throb against the curve of her skull that pushed adrenaline into overdrive.

"Holy shit!"
The girl rolled, ducked, and all out sprinted to gain space between her and the nearest robot. They were coming from all directions, but the closest one flew head-on into pure rock as Jude quickly shifted and stayed in place. Unstoppable force, meet immovable object. The impact vaguely hurt, shockwaves felt through thick layers of dense rock that made up her physiology, and in a flash of heat Jude shifted back and blasted the half crushed robot with a wave of fire. It dropped like a fly, melted and sparking with electricity but detained. Okay, I can do this. She exhaled a short breath of smoke and kept moving.

All around them, Jude could see civilians running for their lives. Buildings crumpled like felled giants, with terrified screams of fear making her ears ring. They couldn't just focus on the robots, they had to get people out. As she ran through the ruined street she could hear a feeble cry amidst slabs of concrete and rebar. Jude didn't think, she simply ran towards the rubble and began to move whatever she could.
"Ayúdame, por favor, ayúdame!"
The voice was soft, fading. With a grunt of exertion, Jude moved another large slab and found an elderly woman with her whimpering dog, dusted with rubble and what looked like a broken arm. Beside her, her walker had been crushed into a knot of gnarled metal.

"No te muevas señora, estoy aquí para ayudarla!"
Jude exclaimed with effort as she helped unearth the woman, moving the rubble to free her arm. With no time to spare as the ground beneath them shook from the impacts of force against metal, Jude scooped her up with ease, an arm underneath her back and the other under her knees. Her teacup chihuahua was placed on the woman's stomach, and she ran once more to the sidelines to find somewhere safe to leave her.
Mantente escondido, y nosotros nos encargaremos de esto."
She told her, soothing the old woman's fears as she felt her feeble body shake with sobs. The ginger tried her best to be soothing, and as soon as she found a calm corner of an intersection, Jude tucked her away into a storefront with others hiding from the chaos.

Without another word, the old woman watched Jude throw herself back outside and into the fray.

The moment she stepped back into the open air, Jude felt seen.

Boom!

Sudden impact, strong enough to rattle her bones, and Jude realized she was in the air, held in the tight grip of a robot and bodily dragged stories high. There was no time to think; nuclear fission burned fast as the redhead clawed against cold metal arms. A hand drew back, skin obscured instead by a red hot glow that quickly veered into white heat, and a molten hot hand melted through metal encasings to rip at exposed wiring. The flight systems began to fail and Jude could only harden into rock and hold on for her life as they swiped against the side of a building in a nosedive descent, tailed by four more bots in an effort to keep her down. The impact against the ground cracked against her skull, air leaving her lungs before striking ignition.

"Backup! I need backup, I'm gettin' dogpiled!"
Jude barked into her ear piece, fighting dirty tooth and claw against a new wave of enemies.




































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For the past two weeks, they had been training together for missions they would no doubt fail. The only thing they had going for them was their endless optimism, which would no doubt end up killing them. It was a messy balance from the other few who thrived on their pessimism and sarcastic comments, but they made up for it with their ego that they couldn't match with skill.

Devana was quiet and only spoke when needed, other than the spats with Malina (which didn't count). She perceived and gathered information on the futile team they'd messily thrown together. Half of them didn't even know how to work with each other, though Devana wasn't surprised. Two weeks weren't nearly enough time to become acquainted with their strengths and weaknesses, let alone conform to a battle strategy the rest of them would be winging.

It came down to the selfish and the selfless.

Unfortunately for them, the scales weren't balanced enough to hold them up. Which was exactly why the attack sooner rather than later would be the perfect opportunity. Dick and Donna were eager to get their trainees out on a real task. It was evident enough the plan would work. They just didn't know they'd be sending them on a suicide mission.

"Again," Devana spoke louder this time as Malina failed yet again to apply enough force to pin her. Malina wasn't going to last a minute in combat if Devana didn't push her, and she needed all the help she could get. The blonde was gently shoved, and Devana sighed.

"You have to hit me harder than that."

“I am hitting you hard.”

"Not hard enough. We both know you're stronger than that." A lot of them had their weaknesses, like Kat's debility to be around aluminum, Jude's fragility with cold temperatures, and their healer's lack of awareness that was going to get her killed.

But again, not her problem.

Malina had tried again, and the third attempt had Devana catching her arm, returning it back to her side roughly. Malina's weakness was herself, and Devana took every opportunity to remind her of it.

"Again--" The sudden force the smaller girl emitted had the blonde's back hit the wall.

Her boots cushioning on the blue mats below them, and Malina held her strength over her, something she easily could've broken out of.

Light eyes scanned Malina's features, the few strands of hair that framed her face stuck to the layer of sweat she'd built up from the physical exertion Devana had insisted she do. "People need to be pushed to their limits to show their true potential." Anwir's words rang in her head, and the fight from her body was as good as gone.

Devana studied her for longer than she should have. And for a second, she wondered why she wasn't leaving the brunette to succumb to her own demise with her lack of training.

“Guess you’re not as good at this as you thought,”

She couldn't find a reason.

"... Maybe you're better at this than I thought."

The alarm went off, and Malina jumped while Devana remained motionless in her grasp, her gaze fixated toward the hidden speakers in the training area as Donna explained. "An army of robots has invaded Star City," she continued to explain and confirm what Devana already knew.

She just hadn’t expected it to be today.

Her gaze flit to her pinned wrist and back towards Malina, who took the hint, the brunette let go, and Devana decided to swallow her words instead of bringing up the sudden shift in her attitude. Malina's frustration replaced by an unreadable emotion Devana had amounted to a sense of fear the last few months they'd worked together.

She watched Malina take point and head towards the zeta tubes while Devana had started gathering her supplies, reaching into her duffel bag that laid in the corner of the room, pulling out a phone that hid under a pile of clothes while the team scrambled to ready themselves.

There were several alerts, messages and past updates on the screen.

"Malice?"

Devana's back was turned to them and she didn't make the move to glance behind her. She knew their voice. Lilith. One of the only recruits Devana believed could handle themselves-- she'd seen a lot of similarities in their fighting styles, the only public information about her— is that she was a former assassin. How she ended up here, Devana had no idea.

Maybe this team was her way of making up for those she killed in some desperate attempt to straighten her moral compass.

“We need to get going.”

Devana turned around with her hands clasped behind her back. A once blank expression quickly shifted into subtle, softer features that her eyes didn’t match.

“Right behind you.”
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It was chaotic when they arrived.

People were screaming, cars were driving erratically and a small section of trees were on fire which only caused the panic to spread. Her training was extensive enough that Devana excelled in hand-to-hand combat— she preferred that over firearms— you’d think she’d be more prepared knowing about the attack. If she single-handedly fought off, deactivated or seen handling these things with ease— it’d cause suspicion she didn’t need.

A younger girl who appeared to be one of the unfortunate civilians caught in the crossfire was running from a metallic creature that was gaining on her. A firm nod was given to Malina in the hope their recent training session had readied her enough and Devana's instincts kicked in, sprinting towards the girl and pulling out her batons as she ran. With retractable blades at their tips, her batons held the promise of a lethal attack.

The mere thought of the metal batons colliding against the machines' armor ignited the all-too-familiar rush of anger and Devana bolted into the narrow alleyway, she realized that the robots were pouring in from every direction, closing in on the young girl who watched them approach with fear in her eyes, her back against a dumpster while a metallic hand raised and a low hum started to emit from the robot, growing louder with each second.

Devana delivered a swift kick to the back of the robot's leg, causing the metal to buckle and the machine to collapse but the low hum continued to whir and grow into a piercing noise.

Abruptly, the deafening sound ceased and Devana with a surprising amount of strength, twisted the disabled robot to do a complete 180. The energy it’d been charging released an explosion towards the swarm beginning to build in the alley.

The androids crumpled to the ground, wires exposed and singed metal left them motionless. Clutter and garbage alike had been set aflame. The flickering flames casting their silhouettes in the darkened alley.

“Go.” She told the girl, who stood unmoving in shock.

One of the robots twitched, the previous glow in their eyes warming to a darker color.

The burning sensation in her chest had worsened and unbeknownst to Devana, a third silhouette appeared, a monstrous form that loomed over her, dark smoke began to emit from nowhere in particular, surrounding her like a cloak of malevolence.

“Go.” She repeated. Her voice took on a disturbing rasp, as if something else were speaking through her. The young girl scrambled to her feet and hurriedly ran towards one of the (now) clear exits in the alleyway. The android slowly rose from the ground, its mechanical limbs whirring as it straightened up. Sparks of electricity crackled from the exposed wires in its body.

Suddenly, a weapon materialized from the robot's arm, the reflection of the flames dancing along the surface of the massive blade, casting flickering shadows around the space as it approached her, swinging erratically.

Devana quickly evaded each attack until the android had finally made contact— but with the metal baton and it fell to the ground. If a robot could show emotion Devana would’ve been able to make out arrogance. As she backed away, the android advanced slowly, its mechanical body emitting a low creaking sound as it cocked its head, studying her movements.

The singular baton she held found purchase on a button that extended it instantly into a staff while the android’s blade swung to strike her. Her ears were filled with the deafening sound of metal clashing against metal.

Despite the supernatural-like strength she possessed– Devana was struggling. It made contact with the staff– and both were trapped, struggling for dominance and neither able to overpower the other. The familiar sound of a whir started– but the sound was emitting from its chest– which began to glow red.

A flash of movement overhead was too difficult to make out in her struggle to break the contact between her and the android– and a force hurled the robot against the brick wall.

She noticed the wings first.

When Freddie landed, Devana instinctively took a step in her direction– her expression filled with something the half-thanagarian couldn’t place. Before the blonde could do anything, Freddie’s wing curled to protect herself from an incoming laser– not from the unmoving robot.

But from another swarm that had already started closing in.

































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There had never been a time in Freddie’s life when she had been cloistered together with more than two people at a time. Silas and Shayera were easy. Silas was quiet, and Fred had a begrudging respect for her winged mentor. This was an entirely different beast. In the weeks they had spent training together, Freddie had mainly stuck to herself, but that didn’t stop her new teammates from causing her distress whenever they felt so inclined. She bumped into people in the hallways and was interrupted from her much-needed alone time by too-loud shouting, screaming, or any other unnecessary sounds. The forced social time was exhausting. Freddie was not inclined to try and escape it, but she was beginning to gain one. At first, she’d thought that if she at least tried to participate, she’d gain some sense of herself amongst these people. That hadn’t worked. The only thing she’d gained from their ridiculous social hour was a headache.

Erika was too much; she said things that Fred hardly understood sometimes. Mikey was far too friendly, making Fred feel like a spooked cat. Mateo talked too much at a speed she couldn’t keep up with. Malina’s anxious energy made Freddie feel anxious right back. Devana was surrounded by all that…whatever it was, and she always had such a weird look that made Fred want to look anywhere else. Lilith frightened her a bit (she would never admit that weakness as it was). Kat had a proclivity to do whatever she felt like. This was why Fred had found herself sitting on the linoleum floor of the less frequented common area near the back of the facility, Kat a solid presence in the chair behind her head. The alien woman’s fingers were in her hair, pulling out the odd tangle and twisting strand over strand into a braid. If she were to be asked directly, she’d tell the asker that she was allowing this only because Kat was better at it than she was. Fred sometimes thought about just cutting all her hair off simply because it irked her so much to do anything to it. Upkeep drained on her. But she didn’t think she could pull off a buzzcut and ran her hands through it too much to not have it there. Aside from Kat’s superior skill, it was just…nice.

She liked having her hair braided.

Wonderful.

When she was little, her mother used to do it for her. She’d sit her on the floor in front of her sitting room chair, much like the position she was in now, and hum along to whatever music her brother had put on. Of course, Kat wasn’t humming, but if she tuned out just enough to whatever Kat was rambling about now, it almost sounded like it. It had been a long time since her mother had done her hair; if she closed her eyes, she could pretend she was back there for a moment. Despite the scowl on her face, a feature that she had to exert herself to keep up physically, she almost fell asleep. Her head had dipped once sharply to her chest, and Kat had laughed at her. She’d nearly ripped herself from the other woman and escaped to hide in another room in the far-too-big mountain. Apathetic as she was to the opinions of others, she could hardly stand it when people laughed at her. She knew that Kat hadn’t meant anything cruel, Freddie didn’t think the alien had a malicious bone in her body, but the logical part of her mind seemed to enjoy losing when it came to things like that. But she didn’t run, and Kat had gone straight back into her long-winded, overly excited ramble about holidays on her planet as if nothing had happened. She reminded Fred of a puppy. A thing with far too much energy and an insatiable need for contact. It didn’t occur to her that she had never really liked dogs.

That lulling feeling like she was being rocked to sleep had begun to creep around the edges of her head, blurring her thoughts when the alarm sounded. Kat reacted fast than she did, perhaps because she wasn’t the one falling asleep, and Fred keened over onto her hands when she shot up from her seat. Fred’s reaction was much more subdued, thank you grogginess. She climbed onto her feet as gracefully as her body would allow and tilted her head toward the ceiling, where Donna’s voice reverberated. Fred spared a glance at the princess still standing stock behind her and watched as the line of her shoulders evened slightly at the words. Fred wondered if Kat’s thoughts had veered into a frightening territory at the alarm. Perhaps she was nervous. Freddie couldn’t find it within herself to be worried as she led them down plain white and concrete corridors. There was a chance that this would go terribly, that all the training they’d gone through with their mentors outside and in the mountain would be for naught. But she didn’t think they would send them out on a mission if they couldn’t handle it. So, her nerves were calm, breathing even, as she shook off the sleep still heavy in her head.

The command center was just as sleek as the rest of the facility. She hadn’t been here more than twice in the last two weeks she’d been here. Holographic displays circled the room, currently showing imagery from what Fred could make out as Star City. It had seen better days. The circular table in the middle of the room made her think of King Arthur and his round table. She supposed that would make her and her teammates the knights of said round table. Brunor the Black; she’d equate herself to, wearing her father’s bloodied surcoat. She never takes it off because she can’t, and that blood might stain her skin and tint her red. A Knight of the Round Table indeed, gallant and chivalrous is she. Dick would be King Arthur then, and Donna, Guinevere. Fred expelled a short burst of air through her nose, a laugh by any other name. King Dick, he was. She had to stop herself from laughing more as Donna briefed them.

An army of robots. She wondered how the Knights would have dealt with robots. They probably would have run screaming about the devil’s work. But they weren’t knights, and this wasn’t Camelot. So, she’d have to deal with it as Freddie. A robot army didn’t sound too tricky. Depending on the kind of material they were made of half of them could probably crush them like tin cans. Malina wouldn’t even have to touch them if she could muster a little control. Kat probably had more force in her pinky finger than anything a metal animatronic could produce. Fred was a little antsy to see what Devana could do, however. She hadn’t seen enough in group training to begin understanding what was happening with her. That was more interesting to Freddie than this entire superhero business. She wanted to know what made Malice tick, and gods help her. If she didn’t figure it out, she might lose it.

Curiosity aside, they had a mission to do. Freddie pulled the mask of her suit over the bottom half of her face as she and Silas stepped into the zeta tube together. She offered him a brief nod and a flick with her wing before the lights enveloped them, and they were standing in the middle of Star City. It was chaos. She could see civilians running to and fro, people screaming, and that was an army of robots. What were they doing here? She wondered what the purpose of all of this was. Maybe it was just general chaos, but that seemed like a ridiculous reason to build an entire army. The production of this couldn’t have been cheap. Her father might have called it ‘a waste’. Troia hadn’t told them why this was happening. Fred wondered if she even knew.

Spirits were lingering about what was already shaping up to be a battlefield. Fred realistically knew that people would probably be dead, but that didn’t stop her from reeling as she and Silas stepped away from the tube. She could see at least three or four—new, barely formed things, small in their form and confused. Too busy ignoring the death, Fred only patted Silas on the shoulder as she launched herself into the sky with a beat of her wings. Unfortunately, her skyward mission was short-lived as a body slammed into her full force and sent her hurtling back down toward the ground. She made out Kat from a brief flash of her face as the alien rotated them mid-fall to take the impact. Fred tried her best to slow them down, extending her wings to catch the wind, but they still hit the pavement with enough force to drag a trench into it. Fred had never seen her bleed before. She cocked her head at the silver running down one of the alien’s arms as they stood. Kat was checking her over, but besides a few cuts and a place in her side where a piece of concrete had struck her, she was fine. Kat seemed satisfied and launched right into an apology.

“Fine.”
Fred waved a hand. There was a loud crash from somewhere else, and Fred pulled herself back into the moment,
“just make sure we don’t have any more high-speed collisions.”
Freddie launched herself back into the sky to a height where she could fully observe the battle. Malice ducking into an alley caught her attention from her bird’s eye view, and she launched herself in that direction just in time to barrel through the narrow path and slam a robot with the other blonde in its clutches. When she was back on her feet, she turned towards Malice only to be struck still with the sight of her. That faint, shadowy aura she always had was multiplied ten-fold. She was practically bathed in the stuff. What-

A laser from the other end of the alley caused Fred to extend a wing on instinct, shielding them from its impact. Shit.

“Shit.”
Fred turned fully toward the incoming threat and grimaced. Jude’s voice in her earpiece calling for help stirred her muscles into motion.

“Okay.”
She drew the Nth-metal sword from the scabbard on her back, and it hummed with energy,
“we either fight through, or I can try to fly us out of here. Either way, tight fit.”
The bots loomed ever closer.

“If we can get out of here fast enough, I could get Jude out of wherever she is.”
Goal. Options. It was up to Malice how she wanted to handle it. Fred just hoped they’d be able to pull off whatever it was.




































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Silas Salvaterre.





































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Silas had thought that two weeks would have been enough to assimilate into this place. It helped, having Freddie as his roommate, though the pair of them bickered more than Sheyara cared to hear about.

The white walls of the facility reminded him of Trinity, especially the smaller rooms, with their bright fluorescent lights and buzzing monitors. Half of the time he felt like he was suffocating until he stepped outside.

The other half of the time he found himself in some corner with Malina, headphones jammed into their ears as they listened to and shared music. His wings always extended reflexively to shield them from any intruders, and they were content in their little bubble during downtime.

The girl was a close to a friend besides Fred that he’d ever had, not that he’d admit that to either of them.

Now, he sat in he and his winged companion’s shared room, shoving the last bite of his breakfast into his mouth. To be honest he was still hungry, but Fred was shooting glares at him to hurry up and—

"An army of robots has invaded Star City. The League has decided it's safe enough to send you all on your first mission, so you will be tasked with wiping out the robots and keeping the city safe. Nightwing and I will be here watching on the cams and talking to you through your communicators. Get ready to zeta tube in groups of two."

Silas immediately shot to attention, groaning as he hastily stacked on his kinetic armor. He shoved his feet into boots and strapped his knife belt on before nodding to Freddie, before they both stepped into the zeta tubes.

They were deposited into an intersection in the middle of Star City, chaos abounding everywhere. Citizens were screaming, running both frantically and seemingly aimlessly across the pavement before them, fucking robots were already clashing with their teammates.

He didn’t know what the hell he was supposed to do here. Regardless, Silas pulled his black hood over his head and shot into the sky, a bubble of air around his exposed wings to protect from any projectiles.

His eyes scanned the ground as he looked for an opening on the ground, and he shots freezing whips of air at robots that approached him, sending them careening in the other direction. He saw one, and dove to seize it, when—out of nowhere, a piece of metal hurtled through the air and hit him, sending him tumbling through the air and smacking into a car.

The alarm began to sound as he got up, a gash on his forehead and a bruise on his leg, but otherwise fine. “Yeah,” he grumbled back to Malina. “I’m fine.”

From behind her a robot rose an electrified fist and Silas moved to both put a shield around Malina and to push the robot back with a strong gust of wind. “Watch out,” he warned, jumping to stand besides her with a knife palmed in his hand.

His eyes darted to his belt, and then back to Malina, who was seemingly unarmed. “To me—,” he said through gritted teeth as multiple robots fought against the hard barrier of wind he’d placed around them for the moment, “—these are as good as bullets when I use my power on them. Maybe yours could do the same?” He asked, offering her the one in his hand.

Then, he added:

“I’m about to drop the shield so be ready.”


































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Mateo had not had the best night of sleep. The young man had a knack for moving his entire body around while he slept, kicking nearly every sheet and pillow off the bed in the process. Today he had managed a complete 180, his face smashed into the mattress accompanied by a lovely bit of drool. His cowlick was surely going to be a wreck. So when the loudspeaker woke him up with an announcement, in his grogginess he only managed to hear make out a garbled mess of words which his sleep-addled brain deemed as ‘not important’. Mateo groaned slightly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he blindly reached out for the covers that weren’t there. It was too damn early for this kind of thing. (Unbeknownst to him it was well past a reasonable time to be sleeping in).
"Just fifteen more minutes"
, he mumbled out loud before burying his face back into the mattress.

Not a moment later a sharp shock ran down his spine and he jolted out of bed with a yelp. He landed flat on his back on the floor, chest heaving as he wildly looked around for the source. After finding none, the assailant became rather obvious.
"What the fuck— Khaji? Was that really necessary?!"


'Sorry, Master Valle. I thought you needed a little bit of help to wake'
. The voice rang back in his mind. At first, it had taken some getting used to, hearing that vaguely inhuman voice that seemed to speak straight from his subconscious. After a while, however, he just got used to it, Khaji was just a part of him now.
"That's a little more help than I needed but thanks. Also I've already told you, it's Mateo. What did you do that for anyway? Don’t have to meet anyone for training until later"
. He rolled his eyes and propped himself up to gaze at the clock, his vision still a little fuzzy.

‘Troia requested your presence in the conference room for an emergency mission briefing’
. Mateo had never scrambled so fast to his feet in his life.
“What? When? Like right now?!”
He stumbled over the sheets littering his floor, tripping over them in the process.
‘I believe it was about ten minutes ago’
.

“TEN?!”
Mateo was dead. So dead. He thrust open his closet doors scrambling to grab the form-fitting shirt and pants he always wore under his suit.
‘I must say, Master Valle, after observing human customs for the last hundred years, being late on your first day does not look good’
.
“You don’t think I know that?! Dios mío, I’m fired! They’re going to fire me— fuck where is my shirt?!”


‘If I may’
, Khaji’s voice spoke in his mind before a familiar tingling feeling erupted over his skin and Mateo sucked in a sharp breath as his suit engulfed him whole, before securing snuggly to his skin. It always was a bitch to get in and out of considering it grew from his back, but Mateo had gotten used to the feeling. Now it was pretty much a pinch.

Mateo barely had a chance to interject before he felt a slight nudge in the back of his conscious and he began to move, out the door and down the hall. Khaji wasn’t capable of fully taking over his movements unless Mateo gave him permission (which was next to none considering the Beetle had only a sense of self-preservation in this state), but on the off chance he was able to stimulate movement if Mateo’s mind seemed to be straying on its own.
“Khaji wait, I’m not— I’m not even wearing anything under here except my boxers! I’m practically naked!”
To any outsider it would seem he was out of his mind, having an argument with himself as he sprinted down the halls. Thankfully, they were pretty much bare considering how horribly late he was running. There were sometimes when he was practically in awe of the facility, of the fact that he was even in Mt. Justice in the first place. It was a dream. One he now had no clue what the hell he was getting himself into.

‘A minor setback for attempting to appear promptly. Allow me to fill you in as we are running a bit behind. Robots have invaded Star City, though I am unable to pinpoint their exact origin until we are allowed a closer glance. Your objective is to eliminate the hostiles while maintaining civilian lives.’
Robots? Was he really prepared for this? The scariest thing he’d come across was Malina’s glare when he’d accidentally mistaken her stash of coffee for communal.
“O-Okay… are they like… big robots?”
Mateo asked wearily.

‘Mateo get in the Zeta tube’
.

“Yeah! Okay! No problem totally got this!”
He said more for himself than anyone else as he entered the common room only to be met with unamused stares from his mentors.
“Sorry— erhm, destroy bad robots! Got it!”
Mateo said hurriedly, giving a rather ridiculous thumbs up to Troia before nearly stumbling over his own feet backward into the Zeta tube.

It was utter chaos on the other side. He could hear the screams from civilians as well as shouts from familiar voices that he could only assume were his teammates. Mateo was in the air instantly, knowing that having a bit of higher ground would help him and Khaji get a better hand over the situation. His vision was instantly crowded with Khaji’s analytical vision sweeping over the field and identifying targets. Mateo felt like he was going to throw up with how much mayhem was unfolding beneath him.
What the hell am I doing? I can’t do this, I can’t do this
.

‘Left side, two civilians are trapped inside that car. Enemies closing in’
.

“Right! Right— shit, okay, yeah”
, Mateo zeroed in on the car and dived down, flicking his right arm out as his blade extended. There was a woman inside the car as well as a young girl, looking at him with wide frightened eyes as he waved his arms in the least intimidating way possible.
“Hi! I’m not a big bad robot, just— just a good guy! I’m gonna get you out of here yeah? Just stay calm!”
Mateo was pretty proud of himself for that one. He sounded… hero-like, right?

There was a large piece of rubble sitting on top of the car, preventing the two individuals from getting out through the door.
“Okay, just scoot back as far as you can! I’m going to cut you out!”
Mateo bit his lip in concentration, as he gently started to saw into the door. He was making progress when the woman started making a commotion in the car, distracting him a bit from his task.
“No no! I’m the good guy! Don’t worry! I’ve almost got it!”
Mateo tried to reassure as he cut enough away to try ripping it back. The woman and girl were both banging on the window gesturing wildly.

“I promise I’m—”
, Mateo could barely finish his sentence before a blast of energy knocked him off his feet, sending him sailing into the side of a building with a sickening crunch. Thankfully his suit absorbed most of the shock but it still felt as if he’d been grabbed by the throat and shaken violently.

“Ow”
, He grumbled weakly as he stumbled to his feet trying to figure out where the fuck he’d landed. Mateo had to get back to those people.


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Silas didn’t seem all that fine, but there was no time to pity her folly. Behind Malina, a metallic whirring sounded, and her eyes widened as realization sank in. She would’ve been toast if not for Silas’ quick thinking. The wind he sent her way ruffled the hairs that framed Malina’s face, cooling her sweat-dampened skin and sending a shudder down her spine.

“Thanks,” she muttered, sparing him a sideways glance.

Malina’s gaze fell to the small knife laying across Silas’ open palm. She nodded solemnly before reaching out to take it, her fingers brushing against his as they curled around the weapon.

She’d done something similar with darts before. How different could this be?

The knife, now under Malina’s control, lifted from her hand, swiveling to face the approaching enemies, their numbers growing. Ignoring the hum of her bracelet, Malina’s jaw set in determination. “I’m ready,” she said, though whether she was telling Silas that or trying to convince herself, she wasn’t sure.

She was not ready in the slightest, but they didn’t have all day—it was now or never.

As soon as Silas brought down the wind shield, Malina sent the knife flying forward with a sharp thrust of her arm, and sure enough, as Silas had mentioned, it went flying through the chest plate of the nearest robot as if it’d been shot out of a gun, sparks flying in its wake. Just as quickly, she recalled the dagger, catching it in her fist before flinging out her opposite hand in the direction of another metal attacker, sending it careening backwards into its companion and temporarily incapacitating them both.

So much for starting out with little problems and working her way up.

There were too many robots, and if Malina had Devana’s discipline, or even her laser-pointed blind rage, she might’ve taken off her metal cuff, but it was too risky. She didn’t need to add one of the many innocent bystanders or one of her teammates—though she was sure there were several of them she wouldn’t miss—to her body count. Army of metallic menaces aside, Malina was her own worst enemy—her mind was intent on working against her will, and she didn’t have the strength to stop it alone.

God, what was she doing here?

In gauging the somewhat dire situation, Malina’s attention settled on a vacant car sitting not far from where they were. “Get ready to duck,” she warned Silas, feet already planted firmly on the pavement, both arms outstretched towards the vehicle. It groaned with the effort of lifting off of the concrete, as did Malina as she yanked the car to them. She sank down just in time, tugging Silas down with her for good measure (since he didn’t seem inclined to dodge her projectiles of his own accord) as the vehicle soared overhead, taking out a cluster of robots in the process.

“Fuck this,” Malina muttered, getting to her feet again as she wiped away a stray drop of blood that trickled from her left ear.

She should’ve taken a nap while she had the chance.

































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Leo Shanahan Crop.gif DISPLACE
Location: Star City.
Mood: Perplexed, but coping.
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Being summoned to deal with active emergency was one of the many beguiling aspects of being drafted into a super-team; perhaps it was a case of his prior arrangement being too informal, that most times he went on patrol with Miles being on the condition that a text be sent asking whether or not he was available to do so. But just because the structure of it was different, didn't necessarily mean that it was bad, just different. And indeed, there was much about this place that was different. Despite his (rather lukewarm) assurances that he would do his best to ingratiate himself with his teammates, Leo didn't find himself heartened by the array of characters that peopled the base on Mt. Justice, and, as a result, felt a semblance of phantom anonymity in donning his domino mask, despite the fact that information about any aspect of his person being readily available from the base's archives. Even though he incurred curious glances as a result of this action, the young man reasoned, to himself moreso than anyone else, that it was to get into the habit of being in a combat scenario and, even though it would be against their volition, they would be more likely to see each other attired in their uniforms than out of them.

How ironic for him that an army of robots would make an assault on Star City, as if to substantiate this surface-level reasoning.

Leo operated the zeta tube, inputting his respective code, before being jettisoned into the city, a microcosm of chaos and grief. Even now, and when he imbibed Troia's declaration as to their mission, he felt a twinge of unease. A scenario like this, especially a scenario like this, wouldn't be what Leo would consider his forte. If there were a couple of robots? If he were alongside Miles, there wouldn't be too much trouble in dispatching them. But an army of them, coupled with the injunction to try and prevent further civilian casualties, whilst exfiltrating those already injured? Maybe as a team, aggregated together, Troia and Nightwing felt that the group as a whole was more than capable of dealing with this incursion. Leo, as he gazed out at the scene before him, wondered how on Earth Miles felt that he was capable of contributing to a team that supposedly was well able to deal with a threat like this, on a regular basis. "Let's worry about that shit later," the hero remarked to himself, scanning the environment to see whereabouts he could go apply himself most effectively. In a way almost perverse, such an occasion presented itself to him almost immediately, in the form of a father wailing about his child supposedly being trapped in their apartment on the seventh floor of their apartment block. In the process of evacuating their home, an explosion rocked their floor, driving the child from her father's grasp, with the entrance to their apartment obstructed by debris. The man was beside himself with grief, fearing the worst, though, through the tears rivering down his cheeks, a sense of hope percolated his words, perhaps unconsciously influenced by the arrival of the heroes to the scene.

It was all Leo needed to hear.

The young man dashed towards the building, his eyes craned skyward towards the balcony of the apartment the man had indicated. On his way, he weaved in out and out of android attacks, an attribute of his that had been steadily honed throughout the years, owing to his awareness of his mundane durability, in contrast to that of his mentor. As he neared the edge of the building, Leo picked up speed, and then, snapping his finger to generate a portal, dove through, finding his world shifted perpendicularly, having emerged out of the portal he had generated a moment after the first one. Retaining the momentum he had prior to entering the portal, Leo rose through the air for a moment, almost as an affront to gravity before he felt the latter's tug once again. The young man quickly dissipated the ground-level portal and summoned another in the blink of an eye, situated directly over the balcony of where the child, hopefully, remained. So, utilising gravity pull, Leo descended through the portal once again only to emerge a moment later on the balcony, dropping to the floor with a Spider-Manesque finesse. Rising, the man slid the sliding door open, amazed at how intact it had actually remained, in contrast to the rest of the living room, which fire and smoke had choked of all its familial comfort. Leo despaired for the worst, when, over the sound of shrieking, flame and a creaking building, the muted sobs of a child pierced through the air, nestled in between an upturned couch and a shattered table. The child, keen to the sound of the balcony door sliding open, did her best to cease sobbing, though the pitiable sound eked its way through the shaky clasp of her hands upon her mouth. Leo, hunkering down, motioned towards the child, situating himself in front of them.

"You don't need to worry," he said, a contortion of a whisper that pulsed with the assurance he hoped to provide, "I'm here now, everything is going to be okay."
 



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"An army of robots has invaded Star City. The League has decided it's safe enough to send you all on your first mission, so you will be tasked with wiping out the robots and keeping the city safe. Nightwing and I will be here watching on the cams and talking to you through your communicators. Get ready to zeta tube in groups of two."

The announcement, while not unexpected, filled Priya’s normally calm and rationally mind with anxiety. The Amazon was still getting used to having a cellphone, and now…she was expected to fight droves of…intelligent machinery with a genocide wish? After two weeks of training with her team?

With a sigh, Priya turned on her heel in the hall she’d been walking down, thanking every star that she’d just finished training and was wearing her new suit. She was still getting accustomed to the extra weight of the padded armor, and so she’d been training with it on, despite the stifling humidity and suffocating heat.

She reached the zeta tubes at the same time as Imogen, and the pair stepped in together after punching in their codes. Priya didn’t know much about her, hadn’t really made the effort to talk to the girl during training, but she seemed nice.

Priya shot the brunette a nod, before they were suddenly hurtling through space and spat out in the middle of all the chaos, right in the center of the city.

Things…weren’t looking good.

A fallen tree lay across the road, some of its branches smoldering. People—her teammates and citizens alike—ran about, darting in and out of her field of vision as she fought to assess their situation.

She almost didn’t hear Imogen call out.

“For now,” she called back, darting to the side as a flying piece of debris flew at her. Her twin swords were a reassuring weight across her back, and Priya pulled them out, the metal whining as they slid against her sheaths.

“Follow me,” she yelled to Imogen, dashing towards a portal that another of their teammates had thrown up with their magic, and Priya took a moment to admire the ability that must’ve created it. It was times like this that she wished she had more offensive powers—while her gift of healing was more than a blessing, she couldn’t exactly heal a robot to death.

Or any enemy for that matter.

The intense training her mother—an Amazon general on Themyscirya—had put her through growing up was what she’d be most reliant here, and as she waited for Imogen to reach her, Priya whirled around, three robots headed directly towards her.

The girl had to hurry up.

The machines advanced, inching her backwards closer and closer to the portal’s entrance. She wasn’t sure where it would lead, but if she needed to make a quick escape—with or without her teammate—it would be her best bet.

She hoped.

Priya lunged forward, swords out and she winced as metal met metal with a high pitched screech. The arm of the first robot went flying off into the air, and before they could get a hit in she was weaving in and out between them, ducking and dodging the blows that could surely kill a human.

“Hurry!”


































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Imogen nodded at Priya's instruction, dashing towards a large portal that she vaugely recongised, but couldn't place it's creator in the moment. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she got a little excited when Priya unsheated her swords from her back. What action Imogen had witnessed Priya do with them already had been nothing short of spectacular. The duo began running towards the portal in question, and Imogen noted a cluster of machines ahead, which seemed to be Priya's target, at least for now.

Imogen ducked below another projectile, close on Priya's heels as she moved toward a cluster of machines. Absently preparing a spell, Imogen waited for Priya to make the first move. Though the partner was different, she'd done this dance before, working with another to move forward as a single unit. Usually with Zatanna there was more dramatic yelling at this point however. As the first machine swung across with a haymaker punch that would've destroyed a building, Imogen ducked below the arm and continued past Priya, the screech of metal against metal letting her know that the other woman had made contact.

Running into the next machine, Imogen opted to unsteady it's feet, clearing her throat as she tried to think of something approriate. Anything too small wouldn't damage the bot, anything too great may harm her allies. After settling on a choice, she waved her arm in a large arc, ending at the ground below a second machine. "RUPTURE" the word resonated, and the road beneath the robt exploded upwards, sending stoney shrapnel through it's underside. I "Do you have a - SHIELD - a plan?" she called out, a deep purple dome forming around the duo as a large chunk of rock bounced harmlessly off it's surface. Imogen buckled under the strain, and stayed low to allow Priya to pass by her as she dropped the shield, the third foe ahead of them.
 
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