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Post by blackfire on Sept 15, 2012 13:12:01 GMT -5
The ship burst from hyperspace somewhere above the magnetosphere of Earth, for a moment it seemed to hover, floating serenely; parts of it burning in the multi-coloured hues of interstellar fuels, it's own debris drifting around it like some bizarre orrery. But then gravity got it's grip on the newly materialised matter and down it hurtled towards the planet below.
Within the ship Blackfire paced back and forth like a caged animal, she had had so many escape plans building but when the Capital ships Complex mainframe had dropped she had bolted. Just like the savage animal they said she was. Komand'r hated that, she hated being predictable, in her irritation she put a burning hand directly through one of the consoles screaming an alert: which was most of them.
This was just perfect wasn't it? Finally free, truly free for the first time in her life and now she was going to die. In a crash of all things. After she had butchered away across the Vega system, even defeated the Citadel troops guarding the hanger; tearing their throats out before they even had time to raise the weapons of their precious power armour. But no, she'd die in a crash. It was just so... common.
For the 37th time she grabbed the emergency override controls only to listen to the computer taunt her once more.
“YOUR GENE CODE DESIGNATION IS... THRALL, PLEASE FIND A MEMBER OF THE CITADEL WITH PROPER GENE AUTHORISATION TO ACTIVATE EMERGENCY OVER RIDE.” Fantastic she was trusted enough to activate the auto pilot but not to use the manual controls to avoid death; typical Citadel if there wasn't one of them on the ship to save it then it wasn't worth saving.
“Fine.” She growled half under her breath and well under the countless screaming alarms and electrical fires. “I suppose I will have to try something dramatic.” Her contempt and disdain for this pitiful way to die dripped off every word. All the while the silver streak headed towards the east coast of America like a thunderbolt.
Blackfire closed her brilliant green eyes, leaving only the black of her tattoos in place of their glow and concentrated. It was easy enough to throw a bolt of astral fire; you just had to let it go. The power was inside her constantly, waiting to burst out. But what she was attempting now was something else. The Citadel ship was impossibly well armoured; intended to be an escape ship for vital dignitaries. Even she wouldn't be able to dig her way out before it hit the planet below. So she did something more, she reached down inside herself feeling her power like a living furnace of astral power... and let it all out.
Over the eastern seaboard the silver streak exploded in a blast of electric purple and golden fire...!
Blackfire didn't know how vital her explosion would be, the ships main reactor had been fit to blow literally a moment later; something that could have killed even Blackfire. Interstellar drives are not to be trifled with; the forces involved are, for want of a better word, astronomical. The ship was torn to shreds and while the rear shards fell into the Atlantic, the front blown to fragments as it was, along with an unconscious Komand'r however fell right towards the heart of New York.
Fortunately for the city the majority of the material landed in Central Park, mercifully no one died as hunks of metal ranging from the size of a baseball to the size of trucks rained down across the park.
Komand'r burst awake with a gasp, her back arching as her body demanded air, only moments later to cough it back out; the air was think with smoke from the burning wreckage all around her. Rolling over she heaved herself up to all fours and let out what seemed at first to be a coughing fit before clearing in to cleaner laughter. She was alive, alive and free, she might ache all over but she was alive and that was glorious. She had escaped the Citadel, she had survived planet fall from hyperspace, she was magnificent. If she did think so herself.
Standing Blackfire resolved to head in the general direction of 'out of the burning wreckage', she was still a little woolly however and refrained from taking to the air. Instead her knee high black leather, armoured boots kicked through the ash, torn up earth and metal fragments, holding up one tattooed arm to shield her glowing green eyes from smoke and dust filled air.
Finally clearing the miasma of smoke and flame around the crash she found herself looking across what seemed like parkland, which judging by the skyline was in the middle of a city. A shockingly primitive city. Really unless this entire city was some sort of... statement then this culture probably wasn't even post solar. Dear lord. Lowering her gaze she noticed many of the natives were gathering to gaze slack jawed at the crash site; lumpy, hairy ape-things.
<“Oh for the love of X'hal I'm on a planet of cave men.”> the rightful heir of Tamaran muttered under her breath in the battle cant of the Citadel; her main language for over a decade.<”Well, you fight with the army you have.”> She quoted one of her Okaaran lecturers. With barely a thought she lifted into the air, patches of astral flame swirling around her knee length black hair and across her body; already glowing in the sunlight.
<”Greetings, I am Komand'r...”> Herald of the Citadel, Slayer of kings and generals … and so on, but that time had passed. Time for something new. <”Rightful heir to the planet Tamaran, alert your planets nobility to my presence.”> Yet the ape creatures simply continued to state open mouthed.
Blackfire tried again in half a dozen different languages only receiving the same blank stares as the crude creatures, sort of pale, soft looking Tamaraneans now she thought about it, lifted what seemed to be some sort of hand held recording devices and aimed them at her. Bizarre. This though was getting absurd. She had tried all the dominant languages of the Vega system and still nothing. Which could only mean than.... But...
Even as she came to terms with the fact that she wasn't in Kansas any more Blackfire noticed the crowd looking at someone else, someone behind her. Turning she had to lift her arm to her eyes as the sun was behind the newcomer.
<”Greetings I am Komand'r.”>
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Post by Wally West on Sept 15, 2012 14:22:00 GMT -5
"Watchtower to Wally. Come in Wally."
Came a voice over a small earpiece communicator as Wally dined in his favorite shop in the New York area. He finished the bite of steak currently in his mouth as he paused.
"Hey J'onn, I didn't know you were put on world watch detail. What's going on?"
"An unknown object has crashed into Central Park. We believe it's a sort of space travel vehicle."
"Wait, if it crashed from space, why didn't you guys just I don't know....catch it?"
"The vehicle was in hyperspace mode. By the time it got into our orbit, it was already too late."
"Want me to go down there and make sure everything is peachy?"
"That is the idea. Report your findings. Determine if anything survived and whether it is hostile or not."
"I'm on my way."
Wally said as he left some money on the table and a note that said 'Got to save world again, be right back.' and booked out of the diner. He moved at the usual speed of sound and sprinted towards the region in question in about two minutes, not wanting to waste energy should there be a threat there. He didn't eat for combat yet so he hoped it was just some super rock that crashed and when he arrived, he already knew it wasn't.
"Wally to Watchtower. Definitely space car. Definitely a survivor. What languages is she speaking J'onn?"
"It seems they are languages of the Vega system. She proclaims to be the sovereign queen of Tamaran. I'll activate the translator on your communicator now."
As J'onn said this, Wally approached from behind and listened before she turned and addressed him with the same thing she said before. She was obviously frustrated and they sent Wally West, jokester of the Justice League, to handle dealing with alien nobility. This would probably not end well.
"Greetings umm...your majesty...mind me if I'm rude or anything, I'm not accustomed to dealing with nobles well...Our planet doesn't really have a single nobility....different areas have different rulers. Some nobility, some voted in, some by tyrants. I'm sure as a Queen you are familiar with those types of...umm....rulerships."
Wally said towards Komand'r as he scratched his head. Tamaran, huh? Why did that name sound familiar to him? He paused for a moment searching his brain for some answers as the people looked towards him.
"Umm....everything is fine folks. She means no harm. Everyone...I present to you Queen Komand'r of Tamaran. She's the queen of her people. Please bow in respect?"
As Wally asked this towards them, they simply shrugged. They were so used to foreign rulers coming and gods trying to take over that they weren't really impressed and they simply walked away and went about there own business. Wally simply laughed to himself, now he knew it wasn't going to end well.
"They aren't exactly used to the idea either I suppose, your Majesty. I am The Flash of the Justice League. I guess you could think of us as this universe's Royal Guard. We protect everyone from evil guys and groups that do bad things. Perhaps we could help you return home to your people?"
Wally asked, trying to keep the subject on helping her rather than the reactions she received. He hated being on these kind of jobs, Alien royalty were always such a hassle to deal with. So entitled and demanding, wasn't really Wally's style as he shook his head.
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Post by blackfire on Sept 16, 2012 7:38:05 GMT -5
Ah at last someone dressed in half way civilised clothing, she listened intently her head as he addressed her or at least while some translation device passed his words on in a shocking attempt at Tamaranean. Still despite the artificial translation she could understand him, her assessment of this planet had been accurate, primitives, they didn't even have a single planetary ruler? A single government even? Well, perhaps she could... guide them towards progress. How many areas could the planet possibly be divided into? Three? A dozen? Surely not more; for now at least that was not a concern.
Blackfire descended to earth as he addressed the crowd, clearly he was some sort sort of respected individual as the gathered primitives began to scatter; a tiny part of her was resentful of that but for the most part she dismissed it as their primitive nature; most of them had probably never even been off planet. Still though; they ought to be bowing but she could wait for it.
As he have his little speech about his Order Komand'r slinked closer her head tilted in curiosity, in much the same way that a zoo tiger might approach a human inexplicably on her side of the glass for once. His translation unit must be incredibly primitive, there was no way that his Order's name was the 'Justice League' and that they battled 'bad guys', it was simply impossibly twee even for a backward planet like this. Still perhaps it was a religious thing?
Blackfire had to suppress a growl when he mentioned her people, yes, she would have to do something about 'her people'; the treacherous , bigoted bastards, still she managed to keep her face perfectly neutral. She was claiming her rightful title after all, probably best not to mention the practically complex nature of her inheritance. Especially if she was going to get this 'Justice League' (that could not be the correct translation.) to assist her. By the time the man had finished speaking Blackfire was stood less than a foot from him, she took hold of his chin with one hand and in a mildly frustrated voice said;
<“Oh for X'Hal's sake. Turn off that ridiculous translator.”> placing her other hand on his hip she stepped forward and pulled him into a kiss, slipping the hand on his chin round to behind his neck. One of the most useful of the natural talents her heritage afforded her, language assimilation, her scientific education was limited to the functionality of weaponry and spacecraft so she had no clue how it worked, but it wasn't like she was going to spend the time learning this backwaters language. Feeling the assimilation take effect after a moment she, disengaged and moved her hand down from the device on his chest.
“Ah that's better.” No it wasn't, it was like gargling rocks, still better than listen to a device butcher her native tongue. “So” She continued and a blasé conversational tone, “is this the crest of your 'Justice League'?” She tapped a nail on the lightning bolt.
For some reason the native creatures seemed keener than ever to point their little recording devices at her. Bizarre.
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Post by Wally West on Sept 16, 2012 10:51:29 GMT -5
Wally watched carefully as she motioned towards him and looked in in different emotions. And yet, she wasn't speaking. As he did notice this, he pondered for a moment what to do and yet, she wasn't talking. He turned to the side and pressed a button on the com link.
"Hey J'onn, you sure you updated the software on this, I don't think she unders~"
Wally was cut off as he turned, directly into a kiss. Not again, why did the alien queens and princesses always insist on kissing him? Linda was going to kill him for the third time this month and then, he felt her grab the translator and paused for a moment.
"Woah woah woah....WOAH! Hey now, I'm married, see this ring? Five years and counting. And that translator...hold on...so you learn languages by kissing people?"
Wally said as he even pointed to the ring on his finger for a moment before figuring out it was a mechanic to understand their language. What a strange superpower. More importantly, the com link was literally out of his hands. Until she forgot about it, he'd have to go solo on this little translation adventure as he scratched the back of his head.
"Umm, we don't have a crest so to speak. The Justice League is a gathering of the universe's umm.....strongest races....Atlanteans, Kryptonians, a Martian who should have caught the ship, New Gods and you know, just a motley crew of the universe doing our best to protect the innocent from guys like Darkseid and Brainaic always trying to take over our world no matter how many people they have to kill to do so. To keep our families safe, we dress up so our identities remain secret. It must all sound weird I know."
Wally pondered as something was in the back of his mind for a moment and then, he got distracted thinking about something else. He had a lot of questions and such.
"Please tell me landing here was an accident and your not another far off planet's ruler trying to conquer us again, we deal with Darkseid enough as it is....Speaking of planet, what does bring to our planet from all the way out in the Vega system's Tamaran? Tamaran....why does that sound....Oh.....ohhhh....know I remember what is familiar about it..."
Wally said as he just realized who in fact Komand'r was. Oh dear, Kori's evil sister crashed on Earth. Maybe she wasn't evil anymore or whatever even still, now he was in a bind as he realized that he just almost spilled the beans about it and now was in a predicament. She wasn't stupid, Wally was hiding something. Quick Wally, think of something about Tamaran that is risky or embarrassing, don't mention Kori, don't mention Kori.
"...you probably don't want to know, it's a bit embarrassing and impolite to think of such things in front of a queen....so....have you ever tried a hot dog? I know this vendor right around the corner who makes the best Coney Islad dogs. They are simply the best, come on I'll show you!"
Wally said as he offered his hand upon a knee to Komand'r. At least he hoped that was the right gesture. Morely he just hoped she completely forgot about his moment and decided that a hot dog would be fantastic to try out. Hope could only go so far at this point. Why did J'onn always send him on these types of missions? Wasn't Batman more fit for missions handling alien royalty? At least he wasn't married, if they made out with him he'd probably just tell them he's emotionally unavailable and disappear like he always does. Wally was always curious how he did that so flawlessly. Wally was The Flash and even he couldn't do it without make a sound or kicking up dust. It wasn't fair! What was he thinking about again? Oh right, dealing with the high majesty Komand'r of Tamaran aka, torturer of Koriand'r. Remember Wally, just don't say Koriand'r and everything will be alright.
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Post by blackfire on Sept 16, 2012 15:01:47 GMT -5
Ahh she had been right, they were religious, well with a name like Justice League one could expect a certain degree of prudishness. Still Kom had spent decades amongst the sexless Citadel clone race so she could deal with these zealots easily. Still this one was pair bonded, a shame, he was the first properly dressed person she had met since landing and he certainly had the body to make a fine concubine. Still she was not a monster and allowed him to pull from her embrace, he was pretty but not so pretty as all that.
Blackfire listened as he explained his Holy Order, which, she decided explained the twee name, Martians and Kryptonains? Before Komand'r's grandparents had been born these races had been the terror of the universe, but now this red suited creature was referring to them are protectors. Odd for a primitive world this place must receive a great deal of cosmic attention. That could only be promising for Komand'r expanding her influence. Not that she sought to attract the attention of Brainiac or whatever a Dark-side was, but anything mentioned in the same sentence of that Coluan beast was best avoided. This Justice League, pair bonded holy order as they may be, were clearly not to be trifled with.
He continued talking and she listened, weighing every word, he showed panic as he spoke the name of her home planet but within a fraction of a second had moved on. It could be nothing, or perhaps she was not so far from the Vega System as all that? Before she could complete the thought though he was kneeling and speaking about pet animals? Language assimilation was close to perfect but it was principally superficial, she had to suspect slang. She looked down at him and couldn't help the slightest of smiles, X'hal he was like a Grax Pup.
“No, Flash is it?” The translation software had still been responsible for her hearing his name, so she couldn't be sure. Bizzare as a name but perhaps acceptable as an alias. “I did not arrive here deliberately. Believe it or not I prefer to land a spacecraft in one piece, well or not land it at all and simply fly down...” Realising she was straying from the point Komand'r began again. “You wish to offer me food? Very well then, if I am to be stranded here in the mean time I will permit you to show me such a place. Lead on, Flash of... what is this plant called anyway?”
He knew something of her, or of her race. She had to know what that was, for now though she would indulge his passion for 'Coney dogs' she had been a day without food after all.
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Post by Wally West on Sept 16, 2012 15:35:41 GMT -5
As Wally pondered the situation in curiosity, he ran through his mind of what to do. The first thing he did was make a rule to not Say Kori's name in front of the evil sister. She could not be evil anymore and such but he knew from Kori's recollections they didn't exactly share a 'sisterly bond' and because of that knowledge, he was just going to have to think of something else to say if she brought it up. In the meantime, she wanted to eat and he'd didn't help in that regard. It could also be a chance to eat and restore some of his energy and store some calories should he need to go into combat mode against ye ol' queen of Tamaran aka evil big sis of Kori. Wally scratched his head for a moment and shrugged.
"If it wasn't deliberate, either something hit your ship or this in fact is not your ship but a ship someone put you on. Either way, we'll figure all that part of it out once we get back to the Watchtower. First thing's first, time for us to get some grub. I'll let J'onn know your not hostile so they don't get worried that we lost communication."
Wally said as he gently grabbed the com and quickly put it in his ear for a moment.
"J'onn, why didn't you tell me Tamaraneans learn languages by liplocking? Linda is going to kill me you know. I'll call you when we need the beam though, she isn't hostile."
"I figured if you knew you'd try to prevent it and that would-"
"Yeah, send the guy whose married to make out with alien royalty. Couldn't you have gotten Batman to do that part? He doesn't have to worry about his wife ripping him a new one. Flash out."
Wally sighed and looked over towards Komand'r with a strange look on his face, as if he was just caught taking cookies from the jar and sighed to himself once more.
"It's nothing against Your Highness. The guys always send me on missions that involve the beautiful damsel in distress because I'm the people person. I don't mean to offend. It'll take us less than a second to get to the place...less than a millisecond now I think about it."
Wally said as he got an idea and placed a hand on Komand'r shoulders from a moment as he looked towards her. In a moment, he was sharing his speed with her. Everything around her except Wally would seem like it was moving in slow-motion for not being used to this high-speed perspective. She's also feel her reactions were much sharper than normal and her body tingling.
"If you haven't moved at the speed of light in a non dematerializing fashion before....I hope you got a strong stomach and if you gotta hurl, please aim in a direction that's not towards me please. And..."
The world suddenly became a blur. For Wally, it seemed like he was walking at a nice sprint. He was accustomed to lightspeed travel so it didn't bother him. He remembered however a couple times when his fellow Leaguerers couldn't stomach the speed and ended up adding green to the color scheme of his outfit. Not very attractive to say the least. In a time that perspective wise seemed like a couple seconds, they were there. In reality it was only a fraction of a millisecond as they arrived at a local food truck.
"Mind me if there is some language barriers with the slang and I hope the people aren't too offensive with their comments or anything. Either way, I usually use this truck. They make amazing food and, they are always ready for me around this time of the week. I'm going to assume you need your strength as well. Hey Jonesy, can you make me up about I'd say....fifty Coney Dogs for me and Ten for my friend here."
As Wally said this, he quickly pulled out a wad of money towards him and the guy nodded as the truck begin to go into full swing preparing their food for them and soon enough, he brought out three of them quickly.
"Mmmm, can't get better than this. Hot dog topped with meaty chili, onions and mustard. They really are quite spectacular. Here, try these three. It shouldn't take them long to make the rest."
Wally said, completely unfazed and not paying attention to the fact that he just casually ordered enough food to feed a small village and was oblivious to this knowledge for a moment as he quickly grabbed a dog handed to him and in a moment, it was already consumed before Komand'r could even blink, the only evidence it existed being some chili on Wally's face. Wally was completely oblivious to the fact that Komand'r may have never met a speedster before.
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Post by blackfire on Sept 16, 2012 17:27:29 GMT -5
Speed, Komand'r had always thought of herself as fast, she could strafe a battleship before it's targeting sensors could even detect her, she was as fast as a streaking comet. This... Flash, though... he seemed to posses a veritable divine level of power. Even if he himself seemed confused by that power, well she could help with that.
He moved with equally indecent speed as he ordered them.. street food. Which was fine of course, she was merely surprised, as she always was that like on every planet they assumed they had invented the idea of food from a cart. How good could this food possibly b- Komand'r took a bite, she had lived off the best food the Citadel but they had never had any concept of seasoning. This... this foul collection of waste, utterly seasoned was divine. Komand'r devoured her first in seconds, not having eaten for a day might help with that.
“So you think I am beautiful, Flash of the Justice League? Do not worry I am well accustomed to rapid movement.” The Transport tubes the Citadel used on their slave-assassins were truly horrific, the 'Flash's movement had been amazingly swift but not nearly so disturbing. Still he was to apologetic, it would be shameful to flog him for his many failings in decorum. Besides as one who had had to bow far too often Blackfire had more time for actual respect than bowing.
“The mustard indeed it a truly revolutionary flavour, the rest I find somewhat repetitive. The mustard though good work.” Komand'r swallowed another mouthful before continuing. “You have been open handed with me so I shall be with you Flash of the Justice League, I escaped from a ship of slaves.” Entirely true of any Citadel vessel. “I had no intent of ending on such a planet of this, I mean the air pollution alone is...” Komand'r covered her next point with a preposterously huge bite of hot dog.
“So your Justice league are the de facto leaders of the planet then? I mean if you are the only ones who protect it?” Blackfire gave her best innocent smile, the same one had convinced her Okaaran teacher to tell her Tamaranean pressure points. “I mean the food is good.” As street food went it was excellent in fact. “But, don't these people owe you more?”
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Post by Wally West on Sept 16, 2012 17:49:20 GMT -5
As he watched her enjoy the food, he was glad. He had several encounters where new visitors despised the various foods of Earth. As Wally listened to Komand'r, he blushed a little bit. Great, she called him out on the B word. He grumbled at the thought, no use in backpeddling on it now. She already kissed him so he really couldn't get into anymore trouble for simply talking, right?
"Of course your beautiful. Let's not even bring up the 'Your a queen' ideal and just go with looks. Very Tone and firm and I'm saying way too much now and am going to zip it."
Wally said as he realized that he just inadvertently admitted to checking her out. I mean, looking wasn't against the rules but merely stating these could make her make more advances and thus, Linda would kill him even more if anything aside from the kiss happened, though he was already dead just from that liplocking session. He simply shook his head as he proceeded to finish consuming a pile of fifteen hotdogs while pushing seven towards Kommie's side of the cart if you will.
"A slave ship? Something sounds fishy about that? Either they were amazing at capture to snag a queen or you were....anyway, yeah the air here isn't terrific. Still use fossil fuels on Earth and if you think it tastes bad now, trying breathing it in while strolling at my speeds."
Wally joked, instantly changing the subject, being familiar that the other option was her people sacrificed her in order to save themselves. Wally was demonstrating his ability to rapidly deduce anything at nearly instant speeds and yet, was talking too much without any real confirmation. As she mentioned the League and what hey were owed, Wally pondered. It wasn't a new question but was fairly frequently asked.
"As far as us being leaders, more like representatives. We're more like the planet's special military if you will. Umm.....I don't know what intergalactic organizations that would sounds familiar for reference so, just picture us as the Big Guns. When a problem arises that normal police and militaries can't handle, we handle it."
Wally said as he continued to further ponder what was owed and not owed but in honesty, he didn't want anything else. He had his family and his friends and for the most part, no-one got hurt or killed while doing the job so everything seemed fine.
"I can't speak for the rest of the members of the League as to what they believe is 'owed to them' As for me, even if I was hated for what I do, I'd still do this. The innocent deserve to live their lives not having to worry about being enslaved, vaporized, or tortured by any super-powered beings or evil organizations. So I will always protect them, even if it means I die in the process. I guess that's why they call us heroes. We protect those that are unable to protect themselves."
Wally said as he looked towards his left and saw his remaining hot dogs and proceeded to almost literally shovel them down his throat, now feeling his energy beginning to kick up a little, though it seemed clear he wouldn't have to fight as he then got back to another subject for a moment and looked towards Kommie.
"So, Your Majesty Komand'r.....About the slave ship....was it just a single trader or is it a part of something bigger? Perhaps we can help? I don't see any reason why we can't help you out. And we can teleport to the Vega System in a matter of minutes if need be."
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Post by blackfire on Sept 22, 2012 7:36:24 GMT -5
'We protect those unable to protect themselves' eugh, X'Hal he was so earnest as well; of course it was a rulers duty to watch over her subjects, but as a shepherd watches their flock not this; gods acting like castrated indentured servants. It was preposterous to suggest otherwise. Still there were more and more questions mounting up behind this supposedly innocent 'hero's' words and they were leading her to the same place. Earth: she knew the name planet's designation probably from a Citadel intelligence report (not that she got to see many, they'd treated her more like a weapon to be aimed) yet they were clearly so far from the Vega system that....
When her sister escaped she remembered the planet that she had fled had been too far from the Vega system for the Citadel to risk a recapture mission without being detected by the Lanterns. Had there been something else? The planet under some sort of special protection? She couldn't remember but...
Blackfire toyed with the last two inches of her dog letting the puzzle pieces slide together before her minds eyes. Her own eyes began to glow a brighter green and flickers of Astral fire began to run up and down her knee length black hair, without even thinking about it she slipped into an Okaaran Prepared stance, already subconsciously letting tension slide out of her limbs. Not an aggressive stance, simply; ready. When he finished she looked up from the food, green eyes blazing,
“I climb out of a burning star ship wreck and your response is to feed me a quick meal and offer to fire my molecules across the universe? Hardly heroic.” She smiled slightly as if to indicate a joke but her tone was not laughing. “How does your translator speak Tamaranean if you know nothing of the Vega system? You're no telepath to read it out of my mind.” The flickers were growing ruddy orange flames and deep purple sparks played down the strands of her hair and across her exposed skin. “You see, I'm not a queen, not yet. I was the rightful heir.” Blackfire began to pace around the cart, she moved more like a cat than something so clumsy as a human.
“I had that stolen from me, then if that wasn't enough I was exiled, all thanks to the same person. But then you knew that,” The last sentence rolled out filled with disgust and contempt. She was here, of all the planets, in all the cosmos to crash down on. There would be no escaping that idiotic flower child until she lay broken at Komand'r's feet. “Didn't you?”
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Post by Wally West on Sept 22, 2012 11:06:44 GMT -5
Wally took a moment as suddenly, her body language changed. She was thinking. So much for keeping it from her forever and her body began to kick up energy. She was preparing to fight, great. It was a good thing Wally shoveled that food into his stomach, he felt ready. In a motion faster than Komand'r could perceive, his hand tapped his communicator and returned to place. A single motion that informed J'onn she was indeed hostile after all as Wally looked towards her. If her powers were like Kori's, then she was strong, could fly and used energy blasts. The last part worrying him. These people were in danger.
"This meal wasn't completely for you, Your Highness. I knew you'd figure it out eventually. This meal was so I could recharge my power in the event you decided to not play nice."
Wally said as he sparked with the power of the Speed Force in return, showing just the fact he was serious was enough to cause people to start fleeing the scene. He needed to give them enough time to run, and then there were the guys in the cart. Luckily for Wally however, that could be handled easily.
"You've however seemed quite curious as to what the extent of my abilities allow me to do. You want to know about what I know and your better half? You're going to have to beat it out of me. And only me."
Wally said as suddenly, he vanished in what was barely a series of several blurs. Wally repeatedly moved people back and forth from the area to safer regions. But more importantly, he was building up momentum. In what was essentially a second in real time, Wally moved the people to safety and suddenly, was behind Komand'r. His right fist vibrating the air around it as he stored some inertia in it before converting it into force as he swung his fist in a right hook type of fashion. He generated enough force to cause the transferred force to be converted into G-forces. The result would literally if it landed, not only be painful but it would cause Komand'r to be propelled at a slightly downward right angle at approximately 175 g. The resulting speed she'd be moving would be approximately half the speed of light for a couple moments or longer. She'd have to use her own strength and speed to break out of speed that was out of her control, akin to correcting your driving while sliding on ice to an extreme. Not even counting if she hit anything on her way, which would include bouncing off the ground numerous times, creating it's own intense volumes of G force each time.
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