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Realistically, he should have taken a zeta-beam. He had never seen Central City before, and he usually found long flights to be calming. Flying over the city, seeing S.T.A.R labs, even just from above, had been nice, if not vaguely draining on the charge of his ring. If he were to be completely honest with himself though, he had wanted to make a cool entrance. He realized, halfway to the coordinates he had requested his ring take him to, that he might end up being the first to arrive, at which point the entrance would account for very little, if anything at all. Beyond all of that, on a very practical level, he now found himself hovering some 50 feet over a lake.

"I uh." He said out loud, to himself. "Ring," he began again, "Double check coordinates?"

Coordinates checked and confirmed.

"Hurm." Trip blinked hard, scanning the edge of his vision. He wondered, staring outwards, if anyone sat on the shore of this odd lake, staring back at him. He made for an interesting sight, a boy, slightly below average in height, surrounded by a soft green outline. He had thought a lot about what he wanted his costume to look like. the lanterns of earth took such liberties with their uniforms. Eventually, he told himself, he'd find something that was his own. A signature look. A signature style. Even his constructs, he felt, were vaguely boring. Drill Sergeant Stel had made him clean the barracks mess-hall by hand and without his ring when he had voiced this concern out loud. It didn't matter, Stel had said, what a lantern looked like, and focusing on that would result in people dying. He wasn't wrong. Not entirely.

It matters a little, Trip thought, instinctively running a hand through the long, jet-black hair growing from the top of his head. The sides of his head shaved down to the scalp, he had let the top grow out for a while. He was fairly sure Stel had hated that too, even if he hadn't said anything about it.

"Ring," he said once more, pulling the face of anyone who's ever given up on a riddle or a puzzle, "Am I missing something... or... Is this base still here?"

These coordinates are correct.

"And... I can't see the base because it's..."

Below the surface of the lake.

"Sorta buried the lead on that one, Ring," he grumbled.

Should have taken a zeta-beam his internal monologue fired off as he expanded the soft green outline around his body to a full bubble before flying downwards, disappearing, with an unceremonious splash, below the surface of the lake. I better be the first one here he continued, going deeper and deeper into the lake, which was deceptive in terms of its depth, he would hate to have his first impression be looking lost hovering in the sky for several minutes. Then again he had never been spectacular with first impressions.

Shortly after he had begun his descent, the base came into view. It was large, if not slightly foreboding, and had an old-fashioned sensibility in terms of its design. Lantern Gardener had told him this was an old JSA base, which had been repurposed to house this new team. On its own, his ring transmitted security codes, and the docking bay of the ancient headquarters opened. He waited in the bay as the door shut behind him and the water drained and the room re-pressurized.

"Wish me luck, Ring."

Good luck, Lantern Suzuki.

Welp, He thought to himself, Lets see what this is all about, as he stepped through the large door in front of him.

"Recognized," the Computer system controlling the entire facility chirped upon his entrance, "Green Lantern, Zero Three."

 

[Jade Emperor]

Kora Divine Woods​

KORA​

Age |Seventeen|
Gender |Female|
Location |Young Justice Base|
Tags |@RingSlinger|

I AM MY OWN PERSON​

Kora 's attention was instantly grabbed as she heard the sound of water splashing from far away, above the base, at the top of the lake even. No it wasn't the normal splashing of people having their dandy fun on the dirty plain of waters before them, no, it was. . . different. It was the splash of a ball hitting water, force and motion pushing the object closer and closer to the ground. She slowly raised her head from the book she was read, a smile on her face. She has been the first one there, arrived practically hours earlier. As her X Ray vision scanned through the walls of the Base, through the water until it met the body of her first team mate, she couldn't help but smile more. Her first team mate! Not only was it it a guy, hopefully a cute one, he was a member of the Green Lanters, even cooler! She'd always loved and idolized the Green Lantern of the Justice League, his moves, how he fought . . . so creative and brave. Hopefully, this new guy would be the same. Maybe? She watched him the entire time, seeing him dock, put up his bubble, speak with his . . . Ring? She kept forgetting, that was something they did. She always found it strange. But then again she knew a guy who talked to his computer for fun. "Recognized" Beeped the Computer Software that had first Greeted her as Ultra-Girl, Zero One. She liked that name, "Ultra-Girl". She had first tried to use Super Girl, only to remember that someone like that already existed, and she was her Guardian, along with the Man in Blue himself. "Green Lantern, Zero Three." "Green Lantern?" she muttered, floating in the air slightly, turning towards where she could see him through the walls. "How come he gets to use an already existing name?" she complained, but kept it to herself. She was more of excited to meet whoever was going to pop out at her, slick Jet Black Hair, this would be a fun year!

code by pasta​

 

[Jade Emperor]

(aight fixed the code)

 

[Pandaskel]

"Ugh!"

CJ let out an exasperated sigh, opening his bright blue eyes and abandoning his stick-straight meditation posture. He couldn't ignore it, no matter how hard he tried. He was an absolute bundle of nerves and nothing was going to fix it. He leaned back and let himself sink into the couch, defeated.

He had tried everything: snacking, reading, unpacking, stretching, he had even jogged laps around the commons area! Nothing could take his mind off of the fact that he was in an enormous base at the bottom of a lake in a city he hardly knew where he would meet the people he would live and work with for who-knew-how-long doing a job he was hardly qualified for and-

He banged the heel of his palm against his forehead, grimacing in an effort to stop the constant flow of worries. What was he so afraid of?

That question just brought the onslaught upon him once more and he let out another "Ugh..." before standing from the couch and padding over to the kitchen.

CJ had gotten there a good two hours earlier than had been scheduled. Being thrown into a completely new situation with almost total strangers created a need for stability. His job was based on the predictability (or lack thereof) of human behavior. This situation was not what you would call ideal. After all, his teammates might very well not even be human.

So, he'd asked Nightwing (the one who suggested this endeavor to him in the first place) to escort him early, giving himself ample time to unpack, settle in, and get used to the facilities before he had to start sharing it with the people he had yet to meet. And he had to say, it was beautiful. The architecture was simple and had a comfortable, lived-in feel. He could almost hear the voices of those who had used it before echoing off of the walls. The furniture and whatnot had been refurbished, of course, but the building itself felt like a home.

Maybe not his home yet. But a home.

Large, thick windows gave a safe view of the lake outside, which was wonderfully populated with fish and other marine life. CJ was suddenly glad he wasn't Aquaman. He had enough trouble with people. He couldn't imagine dealing with fish, too.

Admittedly, he hadn’t been the first to arrive. One of his teammates had arrived before him, surprisingly, but CJ hadn’t dared say a word to her. She was reading a book and seemed at peace, and the last thing Cesar wanted to do was mess something up straightaway.

Oddly enough, this early-bird teammate had a familiar sort of feel to her, as if CJ had met her before. It was the oddest sense of interpersonal deja vu. He had chalked it up to a result of his stress and left it at that.

After becoming acquainted with the bedrooms, the commons, the kitchen, the training facilities, the briefing room, and other rooms he didn't know the use of, he had changed into comfortable clothing and tried to calm his nerves. His athletic frame was almost shapeless under the oversized black t-shirt and grey joggers he wore. He had thought dressing comfortably would help him calm down, but instead he worried about being underdressed.

He sighed and took a water bottle from the fridge, opening it while he walked to her room and taking a sip as he opened a drawer. Taking out a few hair pins, he set the bottle down on the dresser and started pulling his bangs up and away from his face, pinning them back with the rest of his dark brown hair.

Just as he was finishing up, he heard a voice coming from the base entrance. It was the computer, and it was giving a greeting. Someone had arrived.

 

[RingSlinger]

The "Zero Three" had informed Trip that he wasn't the first to arrive, which meant his cool How'd he get in entrance wasn't all for nothing. However, as he scanned his immediate surroundings and saw nobody, he mentally kicked himself once more. Should have Zeta'd.

The "Green Lantern," had informed him that he'd have to adjust how his name was saved in the system. Oh god what if they start calling me "Green Lantern." He knew he wasn't THE Green Lantern. Oh god what if they think THE Green Lantern is on this team now. It was fine. He'd introduce himself. They might be slightly disappointed, but then again why would THE Green Lantern be on this team. I kinda hope they call me "Lantern" sometimes though. He had watched old footage of the Justice League working together. Sometimes they called Lantern Jordan "Lantern," and that made him smile a little.

He paused for a moment. He was in full-costume. Very standard pre-customization Green Lantern Scrub Outfit. Green boots, knee-high, meeting black leggings, an emerald top with the familiar logo of the corps planted squarely in the center of his chest, with black sleeves and snow-white gloves, and an emerald domino mask. He hated the mask a lot. He thought it had looked askew on his high cheekbones, and he was very convinced that nobody knew his real identity. He also wanted to do something with the logo. Even if just to move it to cover his heart rather than be in the center of his chest. Lantern Rayner's costumes had always been something special. He had gone back and forth a lot, while training on Oa, about whether or not to ask Lantern Rayner for costume advice. He had settled on "no," and kicked himself for this decision to this day.

What if the rest of them aren't in costume. He thought. What if he walked into a room of his peers in full Lantern regalia and they were all wearing street clothes. He'd look like a fool. He'd look like he were trying SO hard. The trick, he thought to himself, unaware of the fact that he had been standing directly in the entrance from the docking bay for upwards of a minute and a half, doing nothing but debating his appearance to himself, is to not let on how hard you're trying. Even if you're trying hard. We're not trying that hard though. This isn't trying that hard... is it? I think it's a reasonable question. I don't want to be in costume if nobody else is.

"Simple," he muttered with a grin, as he mentally dematerialized his costume. He wore a pair of worn Doc Marten boots, calf-high, under slim-fit black jeans, below a black tank top with a simple white Skull across the front, directly under which were the words "Cold Skull."

"Perfect." He mumbled again to himself, taking another step forward before freezing in place again.

But wait. His hand again ran, instinctively, through the long hair that hung across the side of his head, what if they ARE in costume. What if you're the only one out of costume. You're gonna look like a real dummy if everybody else is in full uniform and you stroll in with this dumb tank-top. Guh. Why did we even wear this today. At least we could have given ourselves options. Like a nice shirt or something.

It occurred to him that he didn't own any nice shirts. At least something that wasn't a tank top you big dummy.

He couldn't go half-and-half, it was either full-costume or no costume. We'll put the costume on. If everybody else is out of costume, we'll casually transition back into regular clothes. This is simple. I'm overthinking this.

He took another breath, materializing the costume again. And you know what. He thought, with a soft shrug, as the hard light outfit shifted in his mind, as well as across his body, the Corps symbol moving from the center of his chest to the left, covering his heart. His domino mask faded away into nothing, though his eyes, normally golden hazel orbs, stayed glowing white, as they had been under the mask.

He began to walk again, strolling fully through the door and into the large all-hands room, where they would hold their meetings and receive news about their various missions.

 

[Jade Emperor]

Kora Divine Woods​

KORA​

Age |Seventeen|
Gender |Female|
Location |Young Justice Base|
Tags | RingSlinger @Panda|

I AM MY OWN PERSON​

"God . . . " Kora muttered with a smile, watching her new team mate constantly change his appearance, anxiety clear on his face. She found it funny just how worried he was about what his new team mates would think of him, the Green Lantern, or . . . a variant of him at least. It was also kind of nice, seeing just how worried he was over something as simple and ordinary as ones appearance. She herself hadn't thought too hard, not even putting on her costume. Though her costume was in her room, deeper into the base. She wore something simple, yet attractive and easy to move in. A sleeveless white shirt that had exposed her Midriff, if Kara ever saw her wearing it she'd kill her though. Along with a dark grey mini-skirt with a black belt and light suspenders. On her ears hung two tear drop earrings, she wore two long wraps on her arms, black in color, with brown leather gloves, and a guard on her left arm. Of which, the glove and guard acted as one of the Resisting regulators that helped her control her powers. Revealing? Yes. But, it was one of the only things she had with her, most of her clothes had been burned in the fire, and none of Karas clothes fit her. It was either wear this or that horrific body suit of a costume, of which she still hated. She floated in the air, passing the second person to have entered the base as she went to her room, just an hour or so before her. She gave her a small nod, before turning to meet the newest member of the team, the first male. Well this would be fun . . . "Hey there glass eyes." She said with a grin, slowly floating the the ground in front of him, "Nice to meet you! I'm Kora D. Woods, but you can call me Kora." She grinned wildly, holding her hand out to shake his own.

code by pasta​

 

[Gravitational Force]

"Recognized. Emeth, Zero Zero"
Emeth sighs as he hears the computer. Loudly announcing who was arriving seemed like it could be a hazard if they ever needed to sneak in undetected and the glitch that set him as Zero Zero hadn't been fixed yet. Walking in he sees the rest of the team.
"So were we doing costumes or not?"
He'd decided to come in-costume. Dark silver faceless mask, dull grey form-fitting costume with armored sections, combat boots, and weighted gloves.
Emeth is currently using The Banach Tarski Paradox to have his duplicates look over the base. Anyone outside the meeting room might meet one or more of them.

 

[CombatReadyPenny]

Underground, in an unknown area...

A girl kneeled on a sight in the middle of a dark room, only light by candlelight. Books floated around her as the only sound in the room came from her own humming. She meditated to silence, listening clearly to her ghosts advice, warnings, and predictions.
The girl opened her eyes to reveal blood red pupils. "So... We have new neighbors, do we?" she asked aloud, only to be answered by whispers. As she pulled her hood over her head, a door opened and the candles went out. The books closed themselves and fell to the floor. "Ah, Father... You seem to know as well..." she said emotionlessly.
"Yes Ashlynn... And what kind of neighbors would we be if we did not... Introduce ourselves" he chuckled a small bit before turning back, his face still hidden in the shadows. "And what luck, I need you to run an errand as well. Two birds with one stone." he said as he started to walk away. "Yes, father." Ashlynn said as she stood up. "You shall not be dissapointed."

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

Midnight, Zero Four

'Midnight huh?' Shyla thought to herself as she stood up from the ground of the Zeta tube. The story of how she was on her hands and knees was kind of entertaining.

You see, she was saying goodbye to her parents in an underground military bunker. They were seeing her off and helping her through her first Zeta tube. It was kind of nerve wrecking, basically transporting into some other building and they were going to help her through it all. This Zeta tube wasn't as fancy as all the others. It still had the cords and things around it and she was prone to tripping over things.

"You'll do great things. Even greater than I have." Her mother told her. Her father just grunted and chuckled.

"To think. You're the new superhero of this family. I thought it was all over and now... Now you're going to be saving the world." Shyla could tell they both wanted to cry and rolled her eyes with a smile.

"You both are acting like I'm going off to war." Even though she wasn't, she knew her life would be at risk even more than her parent's were. But, neither she nor the Grace's would mention it for sake of keeping a happy moment. Deciding they had taking enough time to delay the inevitable, Shyla was finally going to step through. Her mother warning her to watch the cord again wasn't heard until it was too late. She had tripped over the big black thing and was now on the ground.

Now, her first appearance to her new teammates would be her on all fours, curly hair in her face, and the look of pain.

"Well shit."​

 

[RingSlinger]

A lot of things had happened all at once. He'd been greeted by a floating girl, not necessarily in costume. Glass eyes? Oh right. Because they're white. Was that unsettling? They're cool though right? Do they look TOO abnormal? Also say something. You've been standing here for like 20 seconds in silence thinking what are you doing say hi. Glass eyes is a fun name. It's like a nickname? You gotta call her something fun too. Probably? Idk dude. Just say something.

"Hi... uh... armbands?" Man, arm bands? What? "Kora. Hi. It's nice to meet you. I'm Trip. Trip Suzuki." He paused, putting on a soft grin, "I'm a Green Lantern." Wow. "I'm a Green Lantern"? What are you doing even? Of course you are. Look at you. What else would you be.

"Which like is obvious. I uh..."

"Recognized, Zero Zero"

The Headquarter's computer, and the subsequent entrance of their newest teammate had interrupted Trip, and he couldn't remember the last time he was so grateful to be interrupted. He mentally kicked himself as the newest member strolled in. He didn't want to get rambly on day one. Be likable first. You're fun. Don't be weird. You're always so weird.

Emeth being in full costume relaxed Trip a little. At least he wouldn't be the only one. And then he had addressed it. It was always fascinating to Trip what people felt comfortable just talking about. Especially things that Trip found himself obsessing about internally.

"I mean I was. I am. I don't have to be, it made sense to me though? Since this is the first time we'll all be together?" Does it make me seem like I don't trust them? Do the eyes make it seem like I don't trust these guys? "Are we doing secret identities? My name is actually Trip Suzuki..." He turned back to the girl, still floating before him, "that's actually my name. I just assumed we were being honest with names..."

"Recognized, Midnight, Zero Four."

This computer thing is not always gonna be there to save you from dorking out. There was a pregnant pause in the room, as the newest member of their team materialized, on all fours on the ground. Trip scanned the faces of his other teammates before turning his full attention to Midnight.

"Are you... uh... alright?"

 

[Gravitational Force]

Emeth looks down at the girl.
"Are you okay? This must be really embarrassing for you."
He walks over and holds out his hand to help her up. This was going to be an unusual day, but honestly this felt like a weird kind of normal. The Green Lantern was definitely feeling awkward, the girl in the tank top was an unknown, and-
One of Emeth's duplicates meets CJ. Huh, a young girl not with the rest of the group. He walks forward and extends his hand. "Hi, I'm Emeth. Are you here for the team too?"

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

When two people had offered their help, it was clear that people may now see her as the girl who tripped inside the Zeta tube. Maybe she should have just taken that family road trip and arrived that way. But then again, she really couldn't take anymore of the 'family superhero' title anymore. A voice saying how embarrassing it was for her that she had tripped. She rolled her eyes and carefully stood up, denying any help.

"Ya don't say?" It came out a bit more grouchy than she had meant it to, but there was no turning back now. She dusted off her green crop top and her white pants were now covered in black scuff marks. Thankfully, her black laced up heels weren't messed up and her scarf was still on her head. She took a deep breath as she prepared herself for introductions.

"I'm Shyla and as you heard, my little nickname is Midnight. As you can see, I'm a little clumsy." She also tried to stay away from any else's shadow, not being able to completely control her shadowy abilities. Her arms stretched over her head, showing off more of her stomach than what there already was. So far, the little group of heroes seemed very... Different. The only hero she recognized had to be the Lantern. Well, not hero but hero species? The other girl was floating around, and the guy that was trying to help her earlier seemed normal enough.

"Quick question though... Is there food?"​

 

[Gravitational Force]

Emeth holds up his finger. "Hold on, I'm checking." His duplicate in the kitchen opens the fridge.
"Looks like water and juice. Apple, grape, and lemonade to be exact. And an old Chinese takeout container."
"Alright, Midnight, I'm Emeth. We're still waiting on at least one person who I'm meeting at the moment."

 

[Jade Emperor]

Kora Divine Woods​

KORA​

Age |Seventeen|
Gender |Female|
Location |Young Justice Base|
Tags | RingSlinger Melanin-Gxdess Gravitational Force |

I AM MY OWN PERSON​

Kora slowly raised an eyebrow, cocking her head with a grin on her face. What kind of guy was this? He was practically leaking anxiety around people like she leaked Solar Energy without her limitation brackets. From her initial greeting, he just . . . stood there. More and more, till she had to make sure her breath didn't smell, and then he came out stuttering, naming her Arm-Bands of all things! But then again, she could see why. She had nicknamed glass eyes by the glassy white complection of his eyes, he felt obliged to give her a Nickname, and went for the first thing he saw, which was the arm band. Better than other reactions . . . Most times it's "tits". "Armbands . . ." she muttered, and gave him a grin. "I like it. Nice to meet you Trip. And yeah, I see, the costume was kind of a give awa-" suddenly, she was cut off as the computer program AI, of which she had decided to call SAM, spoke, introducing the fourth member of the team. But, instead of 0-4, it spoke . . . 0-0? Weird. She grinned as she saw the second boy, two in a row nice. Now it was balanced. And he was in costume too? It couldn't get any better! "You're fine, nice to meet you . . ." she took a quick look over him, and declared his nickname. "Nice to meet you Boots." And before she could even add a subnote, Sam spoke again, introducing Zero Four, or, technically Zero Five, whatever. But . . . She was on her hands and knees, a look of anguish on her face. The first thing she saw, was independence. Either that, or this chick was stubborn, because she denied Boots's help. "Food huh, well I could-" before she could finish, she heard the voice of Boots as he declared the contents of the fridge, where she could see . . . another one of him there? "Clones . . . Nice." she grinned. "Well Midnight, or . . . " She took a look over her body, as she did to the last two, and spoke. "Midriff. You can call me Armbands, over here is Boots and Glass Eyes. There's also Number Two, but, she's in her room right now. Nice to meetchya."

 

[CombatReadyPenny]

S.T.A.R. labs weapon facility

Ashlynn walked into the building with her hood pulled over her head. She did not have any kind of clearance to do so, but simple technology was no challenge for her Hexs. The security guard inside came over to her to tell her to leave, but before any words could come out of his mouth Ashlynn had used her magic to force him against the wall so hard the wall had a large indent.
The guard called for reinforcements as Ashlynn walked further into the building. She was emotionless as she seemed to stroll through the halls, killing a few scientists on the way. What would an errand for father be without using demonic energy to turn a mere human inside out. She neared the vault where she was to complete her errand, but kept getting halted by swat members and security guards. "Father won't be pleased if I return without it... And I do not like to dissapoint father..." she said as she seemed to slaughter them without making much of an effort. Mere humans with no abilities were so susceptible to her magic. She also knew this entire time she was in sight of cameras. "New Neighbors... Father wants me to introduce myself..." she said, knowing the cameras would pick it up.

Jade Emperor Gravitational Force Melanin-Gxdess RingSlinger Pandaskel

 

[Pandaskel]

Cesar stood in the hallway that led from the lobby to the bedrooms. He had mustered up the courage to leave his bedroom, but not enough to join the first time meet-and-greet currently taking place. He had listened to it all so far, taking occasional glances into the room to put voices to faces.

There was a Lantern, named Trip, who looked to be a bit younger than him and seemed a little uncertain and uncomfortable. At his core, though, CJ saw honor and strength. It was oddly encouraging.

Then there was Ultra-Girl, who he had seen earlier and whose name was apparently Kora. She was extroverted and playful - it didn't take an empath to feel that. And again, there was that odd sensation that he knew who she was or had met her before. He set the thought aside and decided to figure it out later.

There was also Emeth, who also seemed to have playfulness as part of his core. In fact, it was more prominent than Cesar had previously thought. His overall persona exuded bright, fun, and kind energy. It was really nice.

And the latest was Shyla, or Midnight. She may have made an odd entrance, but she was confident and independent nonetheless. She, like the other members, immediately fell on CJ's good side.

He nibbled at his thumbnail, leaning against the wall and debating whether to join the rest of the team or not. As Emeth passed him on his way down the hall, he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt indecisively, his internal debate raging on. He bit his lip and glanced after Emeth, watching him glance into each room he passed. He must have thought CJ strange, watching and listening to them from the hall.

"Hi, I'm Emeth. Are you here for the team, too?"

He jumped at the voice, coming from directly in front of him. Emeth stood there, hand extended. He took it hesitantly, wondering if he was a Speedster. After all, how else could he have gotten in front of him so quickly?

Then it clicked. His energy was still coming from the lobby, but small replicas were emanating from all over the base. He had cloned himself. He grinned at him in the realization, momentarily forgetting his nerves.

"Yeah, I am," he replied. "My name's Cesar, but most people call me CJ."

Then he heard the original Emeth mention him in his introduction with Midnight. "We're still waiting on at least one person, who I'm meeting at the moment." He bit her lip once more. They were waiting on him.

Without giving himself time to think about it, he walked down the remainder of the hallway and entered the lobby. Immediately his stomach filled with butterflies and he slowed, but kept moving forward. One hand slipped into the pocket of his pants and the other tugged at a piece of his hair. When he was near the group, he raised the hand away from his hair in a small wave. "Hi," he said, smiling. "I'm CJ. It's nice to meet you all."

And that was it. After that, he stayed at the edge of the fray, not quite a part of the circle but not quite outside of it either. Present, but maybe not entirely involved. That was his most common state, actually. Watching, listening, and seldom speaking. And at present, he did so with a smile. This felt...good. This felt right. This felt like the start of something bright.

Except for the siren, of course. A wail had risen up, added to the computer alerting them of a "security breach in progress at S.T.A.R. Labs." CJ frowned and the team cut their conversation short, looking around and glancing at each other. Nobody was quite sure what to do.

 

[RingSlinger]

Trip waved instinctively as the pigtail was waved in his direction. CJ looked perhaps as unsure of where she stood as he felt, and that, all on its own, soothed some of the raging nerves. It's not just us. They're weirded out too. Of course they are. This is wild. This is special. You can be uncomfortable. That's fine. They probably are too. He took a long, deep breath, looking up at CJ with gratitude. It helped sometimes, to see it in other people. Don't stare though, you'll make it weird.

He nodded in response to his own thought, dismissing immediately the fact that this was also an odd move, before opening his mouth to speak.

It was then that the alarm began to wail. A calm, oddly accented voice began to emanate, as a holographic projection of a large, kind-eyed green man appeared in the center of the room.

"Team, this is Martian Manhunter, and we are calling you into action... normally Flash would handle this sort of thing but he's off-world. I hope you've successfully made your introductions to one another, because we would like you to investigate the break in at S.T.A.R Labs. Sensors seem to indicate a magic user, so be on your guard, Ultra-Girl. The readings are unclear as to how many hostile beings currently occupy the lab, and under lock-down protocol, Zeta-transport into the facility has shut down. Lantern Suzuki, you'll have to fly the non-fliers out through the docking bay. Watch out for one another, and be aware, we do not know much about what's happening. As security footage comes through, we will patch it into the Lantern's ring. I am sorry you don't have enough time to truly settle in. Best of luck."

I guess it makes sense to be wearing your costume now. Although we should still probably tweak the look. A little. Not now. Also, say something, people are expecting things of you.

"I don't... uh... know which of you can fly or not, or have ways through the docking bay up and out of the lake, but I can move all of you if need be. I passed S.T.A.R Labs on my way here, so I'm pretty comfortable getting us there." He paused, less uncomfortable now that there was a goal. That's how he had always been. With an objective, he could focus. Before he got his ring he had moved from goal to goal, objective to objective. Often, that just meant figuring out some way to survive, for just a little bit longer, until the next plan or prize. He liked the direction the ring gave him. He liked the responsibility.

"I assume some of you might need to suit up, or gather things. It probably makes sense for us to all travel there at once, so get whatever you need and meet me in the docking bay, I'll have transportation ready."

Trip grinned, turning on his heel and dashing back into the docking bay. He had flown there from space. His ring hovered around 70%. He could hear Lantern Jordan's voice in his thoughts, It's fine. You should have SEEN what I've done on 70 percent. He shrugged for a moment before Lantern Gardner's voice seemed to force Jordan's out Charge your ring, poozer. Trip grinned, Yeah that makes sense. Clenching his left fist, he dug his hand deep into the aether, the pocket dimension where a Power Battery sat, withdrawing, handle first, the green battery from which he drew strength.

"In brightest day, in blackest night
No evil shall escape my sight
Let those who worship evil's might
Beware my power, Green Lantern's Light."

The emerald light surged through Trip's body, and he shuddered contently, feeling the tingle from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. "Yowza" he mumbled softly, as he put the power battery back where it lived in its pocket dimension.

Alright we should make something cool. Like a jet. Unless that's too flashy. Also, there are like 5 or 6 people on this team. Wait. Wait how many people are on this team. Shit okay. Lets do something that seats 7, because you know, we forgot to count. Also the kid Emeth had copies? Maybe? Who knows how many seats we'll need.

"I can just do a bubble. Bubbles are simple."

Bubbles are boring though. We should do a jet. But a jet can't seat that many unless it's like a skybus. Okay also they're gonna be here soon so definitely make something idk make a skybus.

Glancing anxiously at the door he had walked through, he focused his mind, pushing his thoughts and his will through his core, up through the ring wrapped around the middle finger of his right hand. Wait what does a sky bus look like again. The construct sitting in the docking bay before he took shape, hard light poured out of the ring and into a large cylinder. Uhhhhhhh. It's more plane that bus right. Does it have bus features? growing and expanding from his thoughts, the green light flashed, and as the blinding exposure of light faded, there in the docking bay sat a quazi-opaque old-timey school bus made of hard green light. The door of the bus opened with a cinematic hiss.

This is really dumb.

"It was sorta on accident, but I think it's a little funny."

This is going to be a flying school bus. Everybody's going to hate it.

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

When two people had offered their help, it was clear that people may now see her as the girl who tripped inside the Zeta tube. Maybe she should have just taken that family road trip and arrived that way. But then again, she really couldn't take anymore of the 'family superhero' title anymore. A voice saying how embarrassing it was for her that she had tripped. She rolled her eyes and carefully stood up, denying any help.

"Ya don't say?" It came out a bit more grouchy than she had meant it to, but there was no turning back now. She dusted off her green crop top and her white pants were now covered in black scuff marks. Thankfully, her black laced up heels weren't messed up and her scarf was still on her head. She took a deep breath as she prepared herself for introductions.

"I'm Shyla and as you heard, my little nickname is Midnight. As you can see, I'm a little clumsy." She also tried to stay away from any else's shadow, not being able to completely control her shadowy abilities. Her arms stretched over her head, showing off more of her stomach than what there already was. So far, the little group of heroes seemed very... Different. The only hero she recognized had to be the Lantern. Well, not hero but hero species? The other girl was floating around, and the guy that was trying to help her earlier seemed normal enough.

"Quick question though... Is there food?"​

Shy was sort of uneasy on calling the girl 'Armbands'. It didn't really seem like a name she would really have and then it hit her that it was probably a joke. She could make jokes but when it comes to catching them? Yeah she's a bit on the slow side.

"Oh, nice to meet you too." Her attention was then turned to Emeth, who seemed to be capable of duplicating himself. He was checking the fridge for her and when she was informed of it's contents, she was slightly disappointed. At the moment, she was really craving some pineapples and made it a mental note to go and get herself some later. Her train of thought was stopped by another member, and possibly the last, of their little rag tag group. She gave a little wave back to the girl. When she was about to introduce herself, a loud siren went off. Is this really what the siren was going to sound like every time there was a threat? She was definitely going to lose her damn mind if it was.

She looked around the room at everyone, who also seemed to look around the room. It was everyone's first mission, that much seemed clear. She opened her mouth to speak until the Lantern did. 'Thank God.' she thought to herself. He was giving out suggestions on what to do and she nodded her head.

"Agreed. We probably should change first and then get out of here. But make it quick, of course. Who knows what the threat is?" She spoke with confidence. It came as a surprise to her that she had said any of this, being super nervous around new people. Following her own advice, she quickly found a bathroom and leaned against the wall, touching her own shadow. She was instantly transformed. Her everyday outfit was replaced with her suit. Black suede boots with heels, black pants that weren't too tight and fit just right, and a blue cape like hoodie. It was all fairly simple and helped blend in better with her surroundings. When her hoodie was up, you couldn't see her face and it was like a shadow. For now, she wouldn't have it up. When she returned to her team and crossed her arms and gave a smirk.

"Ready for our first mission?"​

 

[Pandaskel]

CJ nodded at Trip's suggestions. He had been right about what was at his core. When faced with a mission, his insecurity had lessened and his aura seemed to clear up in a way. It was a nice shift to feel.

It was a similar experience with Midnight. She was practical and asked a valid question with no hesitation. CJ thought about answering her but decided to let someone else do so.

He headed back to his room, making sure his hair was well secured away from his face. His stomach now felt inhabited by thunderbirds, but he did his best to ignore them. He reached his room and locked the door behind him, quickly going through his dresser and picking out his typical field attire.

He was way, way out of his league here. Everybody else, they had actual superpowers; flight, cloning, a Power Ring, and who-knew-what-else! How was he going to survive out there? He had basic combat training, yes, but he was a consultant and an investigator - not exactly someone equipped to do battle with a freaking magic user. What was he going to do? Why was he even here?

He paused, taking a deep, cleansing breath. He didn't know the answer to those questions yet. But he was here for a reason. Maybe this mission would show him what it was.

With that thought, CJ changed into his field attire; a white baseball tee with black sleeves, black jeans, black combat boots, and a rugged brown jacket that he left unzipped. Before leaving the room, he made sure to grab the utility belt Nightwing had given him - a "gift from Batman", he had called it, on account of him joining a team. Fastening it on, he walked briskly down the hall, heading to meet the rest of the team in the docking bay.

Everyone looked ready for action when they were gathered together. For a split second, CJ could see past his own worries and caught a glimpse of an actual, certified Young Justice team, embarking on their first mission.

With no training, knowledge on the enemy, knowledge on each other, or really any chance of doing well, his concerns reminded him. But he shook them off, nodding when Midnight asked if they were ready.

They faced the transportation Trip had prepared for them. It was a classic school bus, made from the green light characteristic of the Lanterns. Its door was open, as if inviting the team to board. CJ grinned. It wasn't what he had expected, but it was certainly more interesting.

"Nice job on the bus, Trip," he assured him, sensing his uneasiness about their mode of transport. With that, he was the first to board, taking the first seat on the right side. The rest of the team entered and took their seats and soon, they were off, exiting the base and heading toward their first assignment.

CJ turned to the rest of the team. "So listen," he began. "We don't know much about what we're up against, but we should at least know what we're working with. If we know what everyone can do, we might have a better shot of doing some damage."

"I'm not really a combat specialist," he went on. "I'm an empath, I sense other people's emotions. And I'm pretty good at reading them and getting to know them quickly, so sometimes I can predict what they're going to do next. If there's a way that I can communicate with you all, I can watch the enemy and give you guys some intel. I think that's the best I can do to help."

 

[Jade Emperor]

Kora Divine Woods​

KORA​

Age |Seventeen|
Gender |Female|
Location |Young Justice Base|
Tags | RingSlinger Melanin-Gxdess Gravitational Force |

I AM MY OWN PERSON​

"Magic?" Kora asked, gulping slightly. She had been warned before, as her abilities had awoken, about Magic. Her kind, or, what she was cloned from whatever, they had practical Indestructibility. Nothing could harm then, no thing that would kill a human would kill her. Or well, anything except for Magic. Magic affected her as if it would affect any species. Everything about it practically screamed danger. But even more so, it was their first mission? What on earth? She had expected there to be some kind of . . . of . . . initiation, or training, but no just as the fifth person entered the room they were slung into a mission! She laughed slightly, nodding as she fastened her gloves onto her hands. She wasn't going to wear her costume, mostly because she simply didn't like it . . . She would be fine in this, hopefully. "You guys can change . . . I'm alright." she said with a smile, making sure the resistors were on correctly. She silently followed Trip as he created the transport for those without the ability to fly, though she probably wouldn't need it. Out of all of her abilities, flight was one of her favorite ones. She watched as he created the Bus, thoughts running through his head on its creation. "Well, well, well . . . " she muttered, grinning. "Ride on the Magic School Bus huh?" She decided to enter along with the rest, grabbing her a good window seat as she listened to CJ. "That's true . . . It could make this a whole lot easier." she smiled again. "I'm Kora Woods, and I'm, I guess, a kryptonian. Like Superman? Supergirl? Superboy? Yeah . . . I can do pretty much what Supergirl and Superman do, and I know some combat and street fighting . . . But, I'm no combat specialist really."

 

[RingSlinger]

"Thanks."

They didn't hate the bus. Good. Cool. Construct driver or do we drive. I'll drive. Trip ambled up the extended steps leading into the odd green construct he had created, taking the driver's seat. They were just waiting on Emeth and Midnight to board. He'd received a transmission from the Watchtower of what he imagined to be security footage. He'd project that for the team once everybody was on board.

Oh wow. A Kryptonian. The floating makes sense now. "I've never met a Kryptonian before." he grinned. He had heard varying reports on how well their abilities would stack up against each other. Lantern Rayner had been nothing but respectful regarding his encounters with Superman. Gardner had always implied that he had a trick or two that could beat Big Blue, even if Trip wasn't sure he believed that. Lantern Stewart had never weighed in on it. Jordan had always implied that a ring was plenty enough to face down a Kryptonian, but Trip had always wondered how much of that was Hal Jordan swagger. More and more this was starting to feel like a mini-Justice League and he was getting a little excited. Don't get cocky.

"If nobody has the ability to link our minds, or any sort of communications tech, I can make construct ear-pieces and we can requisition something more permanent from the League once we get back?" Trip turned to CJ, "I guess it makes sense to have you in our ear calling shots if you're good at reading people and patterns. Do you have any combat training? To protect yourself at least?"

A Kryptonian and a Green Lantern shouldn't have any problem with combat, and we don't even know what Emeth and Midnight can do yet, so as long as she can keep herself safe, we should be alright.

"I don't have a ton of experience fighting magic users. So. I guess this'll be a learning experience for all of us. As long as we have each other's backs... I think we're gonna be just fine."

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

When two people had offered their help, it was clear that people may now see her as the girl who tripped inside the Zeta tube. Maybe she should have just taken that family road trip and arrived that way. But then again, she really couldn't take anymore of the 'family superhero' title anymore. A voice saying how embarrassing it was for her that she had tripped. She rolled her eyes and carefully stood up, denying any help.

"Ya don't say?" It came out a bit more grouchy than she had meant it to, but there was no turning back now. She dusted off her green crop top and her white pants were now covered in black scuff marks. Thankfully, her black laced up heels weren't messed up and her scarf was still on her head. She took a deep breath as she prepared herself for introductions.

"I'm Shyla and as you heard, my little nickname is Midnight. As you can see, I'm a little clumsy." She also tried to stay away from any else's shadow, not being able to completely control her shadowy abilities. Her arms stretched over her head, showing off more of her stomach than what there already was. So far, the little group of heroes seemed very... Different. The only hero she recognized had to be the Lantern. Well, not hero but hero species? The other girl was floating around, and the guy that was trying to help her earlier seemed normal enough.

"Quick question though... Is there food?"​

This new group of superheroes was something indeed. All their different powers were very interesting to say the least. Learning to work together, she thought, was going to be quite a show. Shyla would make a mental note to keep an eye on the girl who introduced herself as CJ, mostly because she was quite possibly the only one without powers. Of course, she didn't doubt any abilities she may have possessed but she still liked to be sure that everyone would be okay. The thought of trying to find a way to have communications between the group made her kneel down to the floor. She put her hands on a triangle and touched her shadow.

"Okay, don't freak out. Connecting our shadows together will link our minds in a way for use to communicate. That way, there will be no static or interference. Especially from other telepaths." As she spoke her shadow outstretched until it reached everyone's shadow. "It'll be kind of weird at first but you'll get used to it. At anytime you can turn it off, but please don't sever the bond. It'll hurt me the most." She told them. As she stood up she was a bit wobbly at first but she was fine after. Concentrating that much on a task was a lot but by the time they reached their target she'd be okay.

She then stretched once more before getting on the bus. As she sat down she took a look at her hands. They were emitting some kind of black shadowy smoke and she frowned, closing her hands before anyone saw. She didn't know what it was and wasn't going to risk everyone asking her questions about it. "This is a pretty swanky ride here, Greenie." She said, trying to take her mind away from her own mystery. ​

 

[Gravitational Force]

Emeth sighed. It didn't look like this was an experienced team and he'd been hoping to be placed with one.

The Green Lantern had no confidence.

The Empath didn't seem combat-ready.

The Kryptonian needed combat training.

And the shadow manipulator didn't appear able to control her powers.

Oh well, they'd learn or they wouldn't. He used Quantum Theory to put himself in front of the fridge and snagged a bottle of grape juice before returning to the group. He ended the Banach Tarski Paradox and walked to the Green Lantern Construct.

"Those aren't clones, they're exact duplicates of me. The Banach Tarski Paradox is a theorem stating that given a solid ball in 3‑dimensional space, there exists a decomposition of the ball into a finite number of disjoint subsets, which can then be put back together in a different way to yield two identical copies of the original ball. In this case the 'ball' is me. I wouldn't recommend trying it yourself."

Mainly because it wouldn't work for them. The Mathemagic Equation was what let him do all this, but he didn't feel like explaining it. He really should get pamphlets made explaining this so he didn't have to.

"So if I've got the names right, it's Trip, Kora, CJ, and...okay sorry I forgot the name of the girl who tripped in the Zeta Tube. Which is really weird, I didn't think that was even possible."

He'd actually gotten dossiers on them ahead of time, but he decided this would be a better way of getting to know them. And teasing Shyla was fun. He'd definitely have to work on getting the Green Lantern's confidence up, maybe the Empath could help with that.

He felt Midnight's shadow touch his and a knock on the door to his mind. He quickly divided his mind into sections to avoid them getting overwhelmed by equations. Never let it be said that he didn't do his homework. Except for that one time when his teacher had turned out to be a supervillain.

"I'll stick with my alias for now. It's Emeth. My full array of powers would take a college semester to explain, so I'll just give an overview of my main ones. The aforementioned duplication, manifestation of an area where Zeno's Paradox is in effect, gravity control, flight, and you'll probably see a whole bunch of others if you stick around. I'm not much use for ranged combat, but I don't usually have trouble getting close."

 

[Pandaskel]

CJ rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know about calling the shots. It's more like advising. I'm-" Then he corrected herself. "Well, I was a consultant back home."

He nodded when asked about his combat training. "I've done field work before. It was mostly just basic thugs and crooks, though, nothing like this." He fingered the belt resting on his hips. It contained several weapons he'd trained with before, plus new gadgets he hadn't had the chance to test yet. "As long as I stay out of the thick of things, I should be ok," he figured out loud.

When Kora outlined her abilities, CJ muttered a low, "Ah," as it clicked. That's why her energy had seemed familiar. She wasn't a human, but rather a Kryptonian. The familiarity had come from the times he'd seen Kryptonians on TV and the one time he'd met Superman in person. He'd paid a visit to the Batcave once during one of CJ's combat lessons with Batman and commended him on his work with Gotham PD.

Once Midnight reached their shadows and allowed them to connect, CJ bit his lip, feeling odd as it happened. Feeling this unified with people who were basically complete strangers felt almost wrong, but he took a few deep breaths and let himself adjust to it. "This should be perfect. Thanks," he communicated as a test.

Emeth's powers sounded incredibly complicated, but he trusted him to do well. He could tell his intellect and mental capacity was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. It would be incredibly interesting to witness. However, he was feeling a bit of a disappointed uncertainty permeating the air around him. He didn't seem very satisfied with the team. But they were a team now and they'd all have to deal with it.

"Alright. I'll try to find somewhere to hang back and watch from. I'll keep track of everyone and tell you anything I can read about the hostiles," CJ said. He felt a little guilty about not being able to do more, but he would do the best with what he had. He would prove herself worthy of being on this team - even if he himself wasn't sure of his worth. "Anybody else have any suggestions? We don't really have a leader so I think it's a free-for-all."

Once they had settled something of a game plan, Trip broadcast a transmission he'd received, security footage of the break-in. As it began to play, CJ leaned forward, peering at the grainy recording.

It was a bloodbath.

His mouth fell open, one hand covering it as he watched security guards, employees, technicians, and scientists thrown about by a hooded figure, one who didn't look older than him or any of his teammates. It walked through the facility as if it was its owner, never flinching, pausing, or slowing.

Tears filled CJ's eyes at the sight of such mindless pain. He blinked them back. He'd seen plenty of similar events, even worse things, but it never got any easier. Loving people was harder than it sounded.

The figure paused in front of a vault and spoke. "New neighbors... Father wants me to introduce myself..."

Cesar couldn't feel anything just by watching recordings, but he could see and hear and that was enough. Something was very off about this person, a young girl by the sound of her voice. Somehow, he knew this girl was talking directly to them. And by the feeling in the air, the others knew it too.

The girl's voice, her movements, her nature, all of them felt...familiar. In fact, it was exactly the same sense of deja vu she had felt upon meeting Kora. Had he met this girl before? Or someone similar?

He set the thought aside for the time being.

 

[RingSlinger]

As the final member of the new team climbed aboard the construct bus, Trip shut the door, silently willing his ring to input the command to open the docking bay door. With the putter of an old-timey combustion engine, the construct bus rocketed into the lake, blasting straight up through the water. Trip grinned, easing up on the throttle slightly. He kept the bus horizontal enough to avoid tossing his teammates around as construct erupted from the lake that housed their newly acquired headquarters.

"Thanks, I sorta made it on accident... I..."

Trip stopped speaking as Midnight's shadow power connected his mind to the rest of the team, he gave an uncomfortable shudder. This was a lot more connected to the rest of the team than he had planned to be. It occurred to him that the team would be able to hear his internal monologue.

"I guess uh... Testing? Everybody hear me alright? This is weird. Is this weird? I'm gonna keep regular talking at least until we get there"

This was going to be a strange field to navigate, and he was altogether sure how he felt about it, but it was tactically the best way to proceed.

"We'll be to S.T.A.R labs in a few minutes. Here, this is what came in from the Watchtower."

From the ceiling of the Bus a screen descended, displaying the security camera footage from the break in at S.T.A.R labs. The hooded girl displayed running roughshod over the security guards at the lab, as well as her ominous words displayed on the screen.

"I clock one hostile with offense based magic. er... Armbands... probably hang-back with CJ to start. I know magic and Kryptonians don't exactly mesh. I guess, Midnight, Emeth and I'll take point?"

He paused, not entirely intending to be the one barking orders. "CJ, you're the... er... tactical one? Does that make sense?"

Trip's ring informed him that the security at S.T.A.R Labs had gone dark as they neared the base. On their approach he brought the Bus down on the roof of the building, and once the team had deboarded, the hard light faded into the night sky.