Burn, Metropolis. Burn.

[chemo_therapy]

Chemo switches on. "GG56I." It's been a while since it was last active. After the chess match with Calculator, it was as if the increased sentience had put Noah off releasing the walking vat again. But this time, it's in full-sized mode, as the Society require a distraction from the rather overt assassination earlier today, and as far as

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[tx_instruments]

Elsewhere, Noah observes all of this on his screen.

"What the devil do you think you're doing, Chemo? You're there to distract, not to level the city. Respond."

[chemo_therapy]

Chemo ignores Calculator at first, spraying a large course of acid, toxicity and other fun chemicals over a picture house, quickly melting it to the ground, and causing a river of unhealthy sludge to begin a slow travel down the road. Chemo doesn't stop, moving its spray on to another building, this one a block of flats. The sludge begins to flow through windows that are smashed by the blast.

It then responds to Noah. "Incorrect. Distraction GG77Y deleted. Superman must be broken. Metropolis must be broken."

[tx_instruments]

The Calculator leans back in his chair. He flips the switch to activate the nanites he placed in Chemo that disrupt the creature's chemical make-up, causing it 'pain' - but he's almost certain they won't work.

"What is the source of your new directive?"

[brainiac_lives]

All the monitors in Calculator's chamber flicker, and a face appears on them, in black and white. "You have not met me, but I am Brainiac. You must be Noah Kuttler. My memory banks show you as a costumed criminal based on a mathematical calculation device, but I tend not to update information on inconsequentials, so excuse me if I am out of date. Your biological weapon has belonged to me for some time now, so thank you for keeping it in storage."

The face grows larger on the screen. "You will have no control here. The weapon will do as I wish, and my wish is to cause as much destruction in this city as possible. Superman is weak, and I wish for him to be weaker. That is all. Casualties are, like you, inconsequential."

[just_donna]

Troia landed swiftly on the ground in Metropolis minutes after departing the hospital in Star City. Chaos was all around her. She saw Chemo, smashing whatever was in his way. Where the hell was Superman? She couldn't hit Chemo directly....but she could hurl something at him. Seeing an empty vehicle, she picks it up and hurls it at the monster.

[chemo_therapy]

The car smashes into Chemo's back, and the monster turns to look down at the small figure. "H90B." It turns around, viewing the woman as beyond notice. Another spray of acid shoots from its mouth, the contents of its insides contantly churning and gurgling. This time the jet shoots straight into a car speeding down the road, burning a hole clean through, and doing lord knows what to the driver and any passengers.

[just_donna]

Shit. She probably should have thought that one through more...Donna flew over the car that Chemo had it. The passengers needed to get to a hospital and fast. She tore open the seat-belts and began to pull out the passengers slowly and one at a time. She then flagged down an ambulance, which was no doubt rushing to help others wounded. "These people need medical attention and quickly," she told the EMTs.

Donna flew off after the great big mass,pressing a button on her wrist communicator. "Troia to Superman, Troia to Superman, where the hell are you?" She then pressed another button, "Paging any out there, this is Troia. In Metropolis, following Chemo. I need backup and fast." She wasn't sure how long she could hold Chemo off...

[chemo_therapy]

Chemo rakes through another building with its claw. It seems to have started bulging around the middle, for some reason. "Blurrrrgghhh!!!" and another spew of green slime, coasting across a number of buildings.

On a very secure channel..

[tx_instruments]

Noah has restored most of his data center to operational status, but dealing with Chemo is beyond the scope of his capabilities at the moment. However, he does know one person in a good position to use the information he has.. He initiates the secure link to one of her known front-line computer nodes.

"Oracle. This is the Calculator. I have information regarding the Metro situation."

Re: On a very secure channel..

[delphicgreen]

The first instinct it to shut him down and to shut him down hard as she's attempting to deal with the situation in Metropolis as she can, helping get peopel where they're needed. It is fortunate that she doesn't as it seems he has something to offer her.

"Speak quickly."

Re: On a very secure channel..

[tx_instruments]

"I've got specs on Chemo's outer shell, his implants, and current chemical composition, as well as some takedown and containment strategies. I can also tell you that he's currently under the control of Brainiac."

Re: On a very secure channel..

[delphicgreen]

"Send it."

A channel opens up for him. The synthesized voice sounds rushed and maybe worried, even through the synthesis.

"Is there anything else that can be made available?"

[beware_my_power]

Green Lantern approaches Chemo, using his ring to channel his willpower into a large, padded suit for the lumbering behemoth - similar to a thick winter outfit for a young child, complete with a big scarf wrapped around his mouth.

Hal grits his teeth to maintain concentration against the raw physical strength Chemo possesses.

"I picked the wrong week to start being active with the JLA again.."

[chemo_therapy]

The scarf around the mouth part of Chemo blocks the toxic spew enough to make it dribble down Chemo's front like a waterfall. "Blecccchhhh." At first, it tries to claw at the green power surrounding it, but then just makes another burst of fluid straight into it, coating itself in its own waste.

It turns, and looks at Hal.

[beware_my_power]

"Don't you dare, big guy. I don't want to be wearing your shade of green."

He's maintaining a bit of distance as he concentrates on containing the creature.

"Like you can understand me, anyway.."

[gothambyknight]

"Jordan." The Dark Knight's graveled tone is utterly unmistakeable over the comms. "Keep him in place."

[plazmania]

Sudden crackling on the JLA comms. Plastic Man is on monitor duty.

"High holy hell, how's it going down there? You think I could contain that ugly booger-boy, or would he just dissolve my tuchus?"

[jsaboss]

The first response doesn't come through from the JLA, but the JSA. "Plastic Man! We need all the help we can g-ah!" A crunch can be heard over the comms. "Damn thing just swatted me into a building! There are casualties all over the place. I'm helping who I can, but any assistance you can provide would be good!"

Mr Terrific grabs two kids under his arms and runs down the street with them, using the T-Sphere's electrical charges with the intent of distracting Chemo.

[plazmania]

"I'm on it, Mr. T. I pity the fool who can't round up some of the reserves for this gig..."

[jsaboss]

"Mr WHAT?" Mr Terrific leaps down the street with the kids in his arms, handing them to some cops before making a speedy return to the disaster area. "I'm nothing like that mohawk growing, Warcraft advertising, Rocky losing, medallion wearing, chopper hating stereotype!"