January 5th 2973 Earth Calendar -Commercial Stellar Orbit, Alpha Centauri

[jla_legion2]

"...Attention valued passengers. We have completed transition into Realspace and are now awaiting our gate window in the Alpha Centauri system. First and second class passengers may wish to gather in the observation deck for refreshments and a view of the stellar tide. Fourth class passengers must now return to their sleep closets.

Thank you for

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[jla_legion2]

"P-p-please" he stammers, obviously terrified.

"I I I'll go with you, just don't hurt anyone!"

[jla_legion2]

"Shaddup!" a backhand sends the old man reeling as one of his captors wheels around to point a weapon into the face of the silver haired attendant who was attempting to slide u[ behind them.

"Hold it right there grandpa, unless you want to be the first statistic."

[jla_legion2]

Marla freezes as instructed, his hand almost having made it into his coat.
his eyes remain calm and focused as he holds.

[jla_legion]

Rokk doesn't hesitate. He reaches out with his mind and seeks all the small metal objects in the hands of those in the room. He finds the metal in each of those objects and compresses it suddenly and explosively to the smallest size possible for his ability. The hopeful end result is that the weapons in their hands suddenly explode and become useless.

Imra, I'm sorry to ask this...but can act as, like, a network so we can talk without being heard? He's hoping the other's are hearing this, Each of us take one. We can bring 'em down fast and then work on the reactor room.

[jla_legion2]

It was happening all very fast, and her first instinct was to withdraw and send out the strong impression that she was 'not there', a typical defensive reaction for her people. It was also often how children dealt with frightening surprises.
Rokk's confident assuredness amid the choas serves as an anchor, and she reaches out to the others...

Lyle's cool and deft mind steadies her even more.
Val's discipline and unflappable inner strength grounds her to them.
Garth is like a cloud of fireworks in he mind, ready to take action and counter fear with reckless abandon.

She's not afraid anymore.

She reaches out and each of them can feel the invisible lattice of thought connecting each of them with her in the center.

[clear_thinker]

Thanks, Imra. Someone take out their communications.

And with that, Lyle literally fades from site and begins to move towards the ones guarding the door - he's planning to get to the reactor room.

[macchio_man]

Using the distraction of Rokk's magnetic interference, Val leaps several meters across the room to deliver a crushing flying kick to one of the nearest thugs.

"This stops now."

[jla_legion]

As the others begin taking down the would-be assassins, Rokk again reaches out and feels the Electromagnetic Specturm for any attempts at transmission from this room and squelches them. No need for their friends to join the party just yet.

OK, guys. I've taken out their comms. Let's bring them down and regroup in the private meeting room at the corner. I'm pretty sure there's no security there and we'll be able to regroup

Rokk then performs a roll across the floor, in the aformentioned direction, so he's standing directly in front of one of the thugs. He extends his hand in a forceful motion, sending his opponent flying with a wave of force.

[jla_legion2]

Val's opponent goes down hard and fast. They expression of surprise on his is more of a reflex than a real reaction, as he's unconscious before he realizes he's been hit.

It makes the others pause.
"GET HIM!!!" screams the leader.

It's enough to make a group of five rush Val directly, hoping to overwhelm him with numbers...

As Rokk comes out of his roll, the thug right in front of him tried to swing his ruined weapon like a club down upon his head. His reflexes can't compete with the Magnoball Champion's however and he's flying backward through the room before his swing can even begin.

[jla_legion]

The Lyle guy...he's...where the heck is he?
Garth stopped wondering about that a few seconds after Val and Rokk suddenly threw down like action video characters.

No way am I getting shown up!

Throwing his hand out, arcs of lighting explode from his hands and the two manhandling the old guy get lifted up off their feet and thrown resoundingly against the bulkhead.

Looking over to the Imra.."Pretty cool huh?"

[jla_legion2]

She's not watching...

[clear_thinker]

Lyle lashes out at one of the thugs near the door, delivering a open-fist strike to a nerve cluster near his neck.

[macchio_man]

And Val seems unperturbed by the swam of terrorists looming around him.

"All at once, then? It won't help your odds."

He drops to the ground, planting his hands, using the position to lash out with all the strength in his legs - striking the circle of thugs with a flurry of kicks.

[jla_legion]

Rokk cannot help but be impressed by how quickly these guys took out this room full of guards. He couldn't imagine it going better if they'd practicted in a holo-suite, Alright. That's them. We need to regroup before this descends into total chaos. Imra, scan the ship and tell us where the focal points are. Once we know where they're hold up, we can break into small teams and take the rest of them out. We don't have much time, though. I'm guessing these guys had pals who're probably going to start wondering where they are pretty soon.

He then realizes that the apparent target of all of this is still in the room with them, looking more than a little frazzled. That'll have to wait, though. He seems unharmed and the rest of this ship may be in danger.

[jla_legion2]

While the passengers quail and cower in fear, some of them also also have the look of astounded surprise in their expressions as the group of teenagers spring into action.

The thugs at the door remain completely unaware of Lyle as he comes within an arm's reach of them. They do appear alarmed as Rokk, Val and Garth make their more apparent and showy plays.

"Grife." one of them mutters to the other as he hurriedly drops his smoldering weapon, taking a half step back.

"Wasn't supposed to go down like this. He said they'd fold easy..."

His partner grunt his assent as he reaches for a bottle at the bar, wielding it as a makeshift weapon.
"Better, get this under control if we wanna get paid.."

..and then Lyle is past them and down the corridor. Emergency systems flash their warning lights as an automated voice calmly instructs passengers to return to their quarters until the crisis has been averted.

Security doors being closing and locking as the system begins to secure the ship.

[jla_legion2]

That's when Lyle catches Imra's next sending...