On the Move

[tim_drake_robin]

The key to guerrilla warfare was mobility, a small unit size, tactical target selection and of course intelligence

Comments

[krypton_or_bust]

"Ya think? I mean he's only surrounded by an army of drones while old rockface watches the show."

The sarcasm is heavy.
Watching Dessad play Caligula with hordes of mindless slaves in Gotham Square, with Darkseid silently watching from his throne in the centre of it all was not a memory Kon was going to relish.

[tim_drake_robin]

"Well I'm not up for any suicide missions yet. What about the the crew you saw earlier?"

[krypton_or_bust]

"What, the guys doing random graffiti?
Not really high on the list of bad stuff happening in Gotham is it?"

[tim_drake_robin]

"I don't think it's random.

From everything I've heard, it sounds like this Anti-Life thing is being spread via information. Sort of a conceptual virus.

It might be possible to be exposed to it just by reading it.

That 'graffiti' could be serious."

[jla_apokolips]

Leading a party of mind-controlled Gotham civilians including a doped up Harvey Bullock, Godfrey makes his way through every street of the city. That's right, every street. Darkseid has tasked him with plastering every surface with his anti-life message, and the job is wearing down even the mentally subdued slaves.

"Work! Work! Work for Darkseid! Paint his message across the walls, and p-raise him! P-raise his name!!" Godfrey talks through clenched teeth. He doesn't have the conviction to his words that he normally carries.

[krypton_or_bust]

A can of red paint explodes across the most recent message. The scarlet spatters everything and everyone in a twenty foot radius.

"Boo-Ya!" crows Superboy, borrowing the battle cry of a close friend.

Hovering high above, the Boy of Steel is carrying a makeshift bandoleer of paint cans liberated from a nearby hardware store. Robin said to mess up the wacky psychic graffiti without reading it.

This seemed like the way to do it.

[tim_drake_robin]

At the same time a brace of Robin-styled batarangs, or 'bird-arangs' as some call them, come whizzing out of the shadows striking Godfrey in the back of the head.

"NOW!"

[uncommon_sensei]

Richard Dragon descends amongst the mind-controlled throng - with his arsenal of non-lethal pressure-point attacks, this is the best place for him to strike at the moment, disabling civilians without lasting harm, before they can rally to Godfrey's defense.

[bluebeetle3]

Flying high over the city, Scarab surveys the damage, shaking his head in disbelief. Fires everywhere, strange structures being erected towards the center of the city, zombified hordes swarming through the feet like so many angry insects. All the radio and TV signals were giving the same message. Some sort of math problem, the instant the first few syllables were uttered, the suit shut down the recievers, blurting out, "DANGER: OMEGA-PLUS LEVEL THREAT! MALEDIETIES DETECTED, ANTI-LIFE DETECTED! TURN BACK, RETREAT

[i_am_bane]

"You've certainly picked an auspicious time to visit Gotham, joven." Bane said casually, not seemingly affected by the sudden arrival of a man in a flying metal suit. "Scarab? You work with the Blue Beetle, no?"

[bluebeetle3]

"Um, Sometimes, my scarab and his are really similar. We have worked together a few times." Jaime said, looking at the positively gargauntuan man in front of him. "You're ... Bane, right?"

[i_am_bane]

"Si, yo soy Bane." Years ago he would have demonstrated pride and perhaps arrogance in announcing himself, but there was neither in Bane's tone now.

'How time changes things.' he mused to himself. Out loud he speaks to Jaime. "I encountered the Beetle some time ago. Afterwards, I found myself in my current..situation."

Bane sees a look of concern begin to appear on Scarab's face.

"Peace, joven. I hold no grudge against him. I have long since rid myself of a childish need for vengeance."