Conrad Laughlin was a man on a mission. More than anyone besides his specialists knew of. The Justice League's Watchtower satellite required minute-by-minute updates and maintenance. This is not something normally handled by its members, so tech support is always moving through.
The background check is well and truly exhausting. One day's
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The fact that his beloved jazz is not playing would be a strong indication of the seriousness of the issues the Justice League faces. But that doesn't prevent him from whistling a bit of Duke Ellington while he waits. At his side in another chair sits a large orange tabby, as if helping monitor the crisis.
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"The artificial airlock Clock King inflated! There will be oxygen there! And then we can plan our next move." He proceeds to run down the winding corridors towards the airlock, desperately holding his breath.
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Lumbering out, he snarls at Dr. Light as he leaves the opposite cell. "Do as you like, Light. I can breathe this gas with ease. I'm heading for the teleporters."
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Grodd exhales at Dr. Light, and lopes off down the hallway, trying to find the JLA teleporters.
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Doubtful.
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"Get out, my Queen. While you can! I will... catch up." Brutale tries to jam a dagger into a nearby circuit breaker, but just gets another shock.
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If he should survive.
Queen Bee lands in the airlock with an oof...but safe.
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The trophy room.
Villains who had been to the Watchtower before had told the Fadeaway Man about some of the rare artefacts on display, in their secure casings. Some of them had even had their weapons removed, and placed there. Wriggling his fingers like Homer Simpson eyeing up a particularly appealing doughnut, Anton caresses the Cosmic Treadmill, before another choice item catches his eye.
Is that a yellow power ring?
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"Hell, you can have the power ring Anton. Have a look at these!" Wasp touches down on the floor, and puts his hands into 'Mongul's Gauntlets of Domination', one of the weapons the alien warlord had used to take on the Green Lantern during his destruction of Coast City.
Wasp slips the gauntlets on, but his arms suddenly drop as the weight on his fists makes him fall to the floor with an incredibly loud clang. "Ah damn. A bit too heavy for me, eh Anton? Still, we don't have to let the Justice League keep them." Wasp takes his hands out of the metal gloves, and turns around, spraying them with a potent acid from his stinger.
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He strides across the room and picks up an ancient alien warhammer, which with an effort he swings over his shoulder and onto the green casing. The hammer bounces off however, jarring Anton. "Damn! Bugger! Blast!" Dropping the warhammer, he catches his breath as he notices Killer Wasp pass out from the knockout gas. "Wasp?" He's about to check on his colleague when his radio buzzes, and the Eel's message comes through. Hastily, Anton starts to look around for something that may help him.
"Aha!" Smashing a more plain container, Anton grabs Dr. Poison's gas mask, and begins to breathe in stale, but clean air. "Better." He's about to turn back to the power ring, but he instead catches sight of something odd, and yet strangely familiar. Identified by the casing as Unknown Qwardian DevicesAnton ( ... )
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"Hey, Fadeaway! What's that you've got theEEEEYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!???" The Hyena is suddenly picked up from his spot and disappears into the widening black singularity.
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He then begins to look around as the black hole starts taking in more and more. "No no. This won't do..." The Fadeaway Man flicks a switch on the side of his antimatter gun, and the black hole suddenly caves in on itself, disappearing.
"Yes!"
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"Forget that fool, there be booty to be 'ad!! YAAARR!!!" As Stingaree dances across the room in front of Anton, the gravity is suddenly changed. The pirate knocks his head against a beam above him, and then starts thrashing on the electrified floor.
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Anton's boots may be magnetic, but the insides have a rubber lining. They make his feet stink, but he's not here to win any contests for smelling great.
"You're a bloody fool." Fadeaway sighs, as he *ker-chunks* his way across the floor, his boots still operating on half-magnetism. He plucks a few choice items from the ground, slipping them into his Cloak of Cagliostro. As he turns to leave the trophy room, he fires a miniature ball of antimatter into the ceiling and walks away. The room starts caving in behind him as he laughs his way down the corridor.
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And there's a man sat there.
"Hey there." Clayface / Black Lightning holds up a hand in greeting to Kip.
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