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]

She's not watching.
Eyes closed, Imra has dropped to her knees as she tries to keep everyone in contact.

"Guys! This isn't a hostage situation, we're only meant to think that. Their captive is R.J. Brand. Their employer wants them to kill him and make it looks like an accident furring a terrorist action."

Her brow furrows.

"Lyle, the Engineering crew is unconscious. Someone down there is doing something....."

Her eyes fly open.

"Ringed Moons! Lyle! They're wiring up a quantum explosive to the reactor!"

[jla_legion]

Sprock! No time to regroup, then. He looks around the room and realizes the guy's already gone. Wow. How'd he do that?

I'm guessing, since you're already on your way, that you'd know how to disarm something like that, Lyle? Let us know if you need a distraction. No sense taking the heat all by yourself. We can probably... He takes stock of who's left and corrects himself, We can definitely make a big enough noise up here to give you some space to operate.

He then focuses on the group gathered around him, Meanwhile, unless you guys disagree, we need to make sure the control room is secured. Imra, take a look up there and let us know what you see.

[jla_legion2]

She works to keep the clamor and alarm of all the frightened minds around her out, while keeping the group in contact. It's hard.

Ok.....there's..they're asleep? They're out, but not dreaming.

She focuses...
I think the control crew have been drugged....I think.

[jla_legion]

Rokk has a quartet of the aggressors bound up and hanging from the ceiling, so Garth levels his hands at the next thug, sparks flying...but then the guy is already doing a face-plant into the carpet.

Switching targets, he gets ready to cut loose...and Val has already taken that guy down too.

"Grife..." he remarks, hands dropping to his side as he watches Amor wipe the walls with the remaining three.

"Soooo..what kind of student did you say you were?"

[jla_legion]

Aboard the bridge, the security robot sparks, fizzles, then falls lifeless, "Wow! Well done, guys. Now we just need to find someone who can clean this mess up...maybe the Science Police..."

He's scanning the various consoles for the communications array. Finding it, he smiles, "They'd be perfect for this now that we've gotten everything under control."

Rokk presses a few buttons on the array, sending a distress call on the ultra-tight emergency bandwidth for the Science Police response team.

Then, to the others, Hey, guys. I'm thinking that if we don't want to spend the best part of our youth in an interrogation cell, we'd better head back to the observation lounge while the Science Police finish their deep-fried pastries and respond to our call.

[macchio_man]

Val nods, taking one last look around.

Agreed.

[jla_legion]

As they are returning to the observation lounge, Rokk gives Val a considerate once over, "Those are some fantastic moves you've got there. How long does a guy have to study to be that good?"

Then to Garth, "You too. What planet are you from? I don't think I've ever encountered someone with abilities quite like yours."

[macchio_man]

"I've been studying combat since I was old enough to walk - family tradition. You can learn quickly if your mind is open and your spirit is willing."

This one has much confidence, but little vanity, it seems.