Lost Planet [ JLA | OPEN ]

[Doctor Light]

The familiar vibrancy of her children’s’ laughter filled her ears as she shielded her eyes from a blinding burst of light. Her deep brown eyes narrowed as she tried to make out shapes in the illumination, but it was to no avail. Her second hand rose to assist the first, a poor attempt to recover from her temporary blindness, but still the light beamed. Despite its brilliance, Kimiyo Hoshi felt no warmth or familiar comfort radiate down upon her skin. In fact the light was cold, almost faceless and lacking the qualities that she had become so acquainted with in her life. Her hand reached forward and she flexed them at the joint in an attempt to grasp at the air.

Still cold, still lifeless, still empty.

It was almost chilling being in this spotlight and for a moment she wondered if perhaps she had been captured in a moment, in a time, in a flash that intended to imprison her in an image of confusion, uncertainty and vulnerability. Her mind began to linger, but then there was that laugh again. It started off high pitched and at a familiar tone and ring. Brown eyes perked in one direction, still blinded by the luminescence. She searched through the brightness for its source.

Another burst, this time the laugh was closer, so close she thought she could touch it. Her arm outstretched, reaching into the white space before her. It was growing louder now, more shrill and she thought she could hear some sort of panic in the voice. Her brows lifted, still trying to see through the light and Kimiyo moved forward, drawn by the laughter. Louder and louder it grew; more shrill and more high pitched, until suddenly she realized that it was no laughter but it was now a high pitched scream.

“Imako?”

Kimiyo’s voice was barely audible over the sound and she felt her heart quicken in pace as realization settled in. The damn light was still so bright and blinding! She breathed in and out and moved forward, the scream turning into a singular note now and even higher – so high it was both deafening and frightening.

“IMAKO?!”

There was terror in her own voice now as she called out her daughter’s name. She began to run now, still blinded by the furious light and still unsure of where she was. The sound her daughter was making was almost inhumane, but the high pitched wail resonated throughout her ears so magnificently she was sure that the young girl was in trouble. Kimiyo was sprinting now, running towards the light, toward the brilliance and radiated down upon her with a deafening yell.

The scream flat lined suddenly, and Kimiyo paused in realization. The sound was mechanical; it was a single high pitched wail with rhythmic beeps every other second. Her eyes narrowed as the space around her began to grow small and darkened. The light before her began to change in hue, becoming darker and darker until it was red and flashed annoyingly into her eyes.

“Imako?”

This time her lips did not move and instead, she felt her eyes move behind closed lids. There was a sudden pang in her chest and she was consumed by the darkness, blinded now only by pitch black. Her skin felt the annoying flicker of light as it flashed overhead. Kimiyo tried to breathe, but no air filled her lungs. She felt her body convulse and then suddenly she gasped for air. Chest ringing with pain and head pounding like a beating drum, Kimiyo awoke – awoke from a slumber that was her near death.

The Japanese woman inhaled, sucking in the sweet oxygen and rising very weakly from her inclined position. Her head spun and she flopped back as her body found no energy to reel itself forward. Her daughter’s laughter filled her head and so did that incessant flashing and beeping that sounded both urgent and utterly annoying. Kimiyo’s hand rose, grasping the side of her head and she felt something warm press against her temple. Removing her hand and staring down with a blurry vision, Kimiyo observed the deep red substance that had collected onto her glove.

’Blood.’

She concluded, surprisingly not as worried as one should be. Her eyes closed and she began to collect her thoughts, trying to make sense of the situation. Opening them up again, she began to turn her head, studying her surroundings and acknowledging the environment.

’Javelin 8.’

Kimiyo thought, recognizing the space ship’s onboard controls and the concaved ship of the bridge.

’I- we -we were designated for a mission of aid on planet…’

A pause in her thoughts because she could not recall the name.

’To provide medical assistance and provide supplies for the planet’s inhabitants…’

She began to look around the ship’s bridge and recognized the tell tale signs of extensive damage received by the ship.

’Returning home from mission, ship was – an alien object – undetected cause collision. We lost an engine – lost control.’

Kimiyo’s breath began to quicken as she recalled the terrifying situation of the Javelin 8 as it careened through space and threatened to tear itself apart in the empty vacuum.

’Forced to make emergency landing, fortunately a planet was in close enough proximity. Entered atmosphere… probability of survival 50%. Extensive damage caused wings to tear off the ship… probability of survival 0%.’

The beeping, the flashing, it all made sense now. The Javelin had somehow survived the fall from space and somehow, she had survived the crash landing as well. Her eyes widened and she tried to turn in her seat, listening beyond the beeping and the ringing in her ears. Kimiyo reached out for breathing for the sound of movement, for anything that resembled sentient life.

After all, Doctor Light did not come on this mission alone.

[Barry Allen]

Barry found himself bathed in bright light, it cascaded around his body. Barry had no idea what was going on, his entire body felt as though it were being barraged with light. Could this be one of Mirrormaster's traps, it seemed improbable, no way would he try and ambush a Justice League Operation. He slowly raised his eyelids to be confronted with a sight that troubled him deeply.

He was in a ship that seemed to have collided with an unidentified object and was now hurtling towards an unknown planet. Barry ran towards the cockpit pressing every button possible but it was too late, the ship was condemned to crash Barry pulled a leaver starting the ships alarms and clutched his ears as the sound seemed to penetrate his very thoughts.

Barry began to run towards the back of the ship hoping to lessen the impact, he couldn't vibrate or he'd be sucked into space, he would just have to brace and hope for the best. Barry was left helpless gazing out the cockpit as the ship neared the planet's surface. He let out several curse words just before the ship found it's resting place, then everything went black.

Barry slowly came to his senses, he was lying on the ground, he slowly looked down to reveal several pieces of shrapnel had cut into his body, he cried out in pain. After beginning to get a clear head Barry tried to vibrate and free himself from the fragments of metal embedded in his abdomen, he managed to remove the shrapnel and despite his healing factor he was still in a huge amount of pain.

Barry slowly rose to his feet and looked down at his body, his costume was ripped in several places and coated in blood, the scarlet speedster truly lived up to his name. Barry began to walk towards the wreckage, he couldn't run quite yet, for the first time in many months , Barry would have to take a rest. His vision blurring slightly he reached the wreckage. He saw a scene of great destruction and within it, Dr Light. Barry made his way over to her clutching his side. "Boy am I glad to see you."

[STARFIRE]

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[atrb=style,background-color: #dcd0e9; width: 323px;] SHE jolted back to consciousness, her upper body raising and dropping forward, half sitting and half prone, doubled over her about her midriff. She found herself gasping for breath, a lancing pain searing deep into her right temple. Dark shapes moved listlessly across her vision, outlines distorted and twisting, constantly changing, rendering her momentarily sightless. A nauseous feeling had taken a hold of her, pitted deep within her stomach, soon spreading throughout her entire body. Her limbs ached, she felt faint, and it took all the strength she had left within her to stop from vomiting. She could feel her diaphragm convulsing; feel the burn of bile rising in her chest, pushing on towards her throat. Her nostrils flared as she gulped down air, filling her lungs, holding back for fear that giving into her body's urges would leave her unconscious once more. Her long slender fingers began to desperately run over the metal flooring beneath her, feeling for a hand-hold, a railing, a wall – something to take a hold of and pull herself up from her near prone position. They moved both in front and behind her, reaching out as far as she dared, knowing that pushing herself too far would end in less than favourable consequences. Her first few attempts brought her no joy, but she seemed unable to stop herself trying. She was not sure if it was stubborn courage, sheer determination or unadulterated terror that pushed her on, but upon her fourth attempt she stretched a little further afield, and her palm met the flat surface of a wall. Pushing on it as firmly as she dared to test it's stability, she rolled onto her front when she knew it would take her weight. The movement made her gasp and wince. Grunting, she lurched in the direction her hand had travelled, pushing herself forward sluggishly, biting her lip to hold back whimpered yelps of agony. The support she sought could only have been feet from her, but it felt like a lifetime away. Seconds became minutes as she dragged herself forward, her actions so stuttered and clumsy she could have easily been mistaken for a shambling corpse. To make matters worse, she could feel the bile rising only higher, as if spurred on by her erratic travel, her physical self betraying her – a feeling the powerful Tamaranian was not used to. Gritting her teeth with frustration, she steeled herself, trying tor regain control of her core systems. She would not be beaten but inches from her intended destination. It was with a grunt that she heaved her body forward, turned, near falling onto her back, and used her feet to push herself back against the solid structure behind her. Once against it, she braced herself with both hands and feet, holding herself in position against any forces wishing to drag her away from her new safe haven, once again taking quick and shallow breaths. It was only when she was sure she was stable, that she wasn't moving, that she let her body relax, her head collapsing backward. More breaths came, and where they had been short and fast, more panted gasps, they began to slow, to even out. In turn, the pressure that had been applied to her larynx, throat and chest lessened, the stomach acids that had been trying to expel themselves from her mouth dissipating. Her vision, although still swimming, began to clear, objects becoming solid, stable and unblurred. The faint feeling began to lessen, and her thoughts came a little more easily to her – but only a little. While she could remember who she was, memories of where she was and what it was she was doing still managed to remain elusive. Princess Koriand'r looked down at her body, emerald gaze scanning her being for any visible damage, her mind starting to race. She was dressed in her flight uniform – a figure-hugging white suit, formed of various alien materials both flexible and durable. It was accented with blues and purples, her personal favourite shades, and equipped with a number of advanced technologies that aided the Tamaranian during deep space travel. Her brow furrowed. Her garments suggested she was in space, rather than on Earth – the planet she had come to call home. Yet she could not, as hard as she might have tried, remember as to why. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and wrinkled her nose. Starfire had, upon waking on a strange planet months before, found herself struggling with her memory, haunted by nightmares that seemed too real to merely exist in her imagination. Her name had been familiar, but beyond that, people, faces and languages had been alien to her. She had not even realized the strange planet had been Earth. It was only through rigorous aid from former team mates that she was able to piece together some of her shattered psyche – and even then, much of what she had formerly assimilated had been lost. It was no surprise then that each time she struggled to recall events, fear and frustration gripped her, terrified of once again falling into the depths of forgetfulness she had experienced all too recently. “Calm yourself, by X'hal. You are not aiding yourself, Koriand'r.” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper, quiet to even hear ears. But hearing the sound, listening to her own words – it did serve to calm her somewhat, reminded her that she was alive, that she had survived whatever it was that had put her in such a dire situation. If she could overcome such physical barriers, it was only a matter of time before she was able to overcome mental barriers. Letting her eyelids flutter open, she glanced back down at her body, only this time for clues as to her whereabouts. It was only during this second examination that she caught the glimpse of a mechanical device strapped to her wrist – a small unassuming piece of equipment that – if she had recognized it correctly – gave her access to a portable control panel linked directly to whatever ship she had taken as her vessel. If she had chartered the craft, she would no doubt have requested the systems synchronized. Reaching over, she slowly pressed a gloved fingertip to a nodule upon the wrist-mounted computer, and watched as a holographic screen sprung to life, deep purple light shining in her otherwise dank surroundings. “I cannot believe I did not notice the lights were out.” She scanned the first few lines – her title, Flight Lieutenant Princess Koriand'r, and her alias, Starfire. Raising the hand she'd used to initiate the device, she pressed her fingers against the screen, and scrolled down, eyes darting left and right as she rapidly assimilated information. Everything flooded back to her. The name of the vessel was Javelin 8, a Justice League chartered ship, constructed and serviced at the Watchtower. Those aboard were all allies and members of the League, tasked with travelling to off-world sites in an attempt to provide aid to underdeveloped and threatened civilizations. While not a serving member of the society, Starfire had expressed a wish to aid them in future missions, hoping to return to her former duties as a Titan following her memory loss. Having served as a flight commander on Tamaran before it's destruction, and possessing the ability to learn alien languages at a touch, Starfire had been personally selected to act as an ambassador to the civilizations they were set to meet, her experiences and talents invaluable. But it was clear that something had gone very, very wrong. She dropped her hand back to her wrist, tapping the nodule next to the first she had pressed – activating a voice command function. “Javelin 8, run ship diagnostics.” Information started scrolling across her screen at an impossible rate, and she looked away from it, the speed dizzying. That done, she raised her hand to her left ear, to a small earpiece fitted neatly under her flowing auburn locks – standard issue communication links for any working upon space craft. Pushing what she believed to be the broadcast button, she spoke as clearly as she could, hoping that if the system was still intact, her voice would reach any still conscious with a connected comm link. “This is Starfire of Javelin 8. Please, X'hal, let you all be unharmed.” The Tamaranian was still a little unsure of whom 'you' was – but she was sure she would find out soon enough.

[Red Arrow]

Red Arrow had to get home, he had to get back to Lian…he should have never agreed to do this. This put too much distance, there was no way….no way he could make sure she was safe. Blue eyes fluttered open past a mask he wore that hugged his face allowing him to breathe oxygen in space. His head was pounding so hard he could barely think and the blurry outline of the wreckage was hard for his mind to process. The ship had been torn apart. As he tried to roll over to get up to move from the position on his back, he felt a excruciating agony in his chest that ripped through his stomach. Unable to bit back the scream that had welled up in his throat, he fell back down, his head lulling to the side as he tried to take stock of his injuries, something, something was in his chest.

As he laid back that made it bearable and he slowly let his gaze go from right all the way to the left. He was several yards from the ship, how had this happened? He couldn’t remember his eyes rolled slowly still to the left now starting to take in his arm, he tried to move his fingers, the responded and he tried to lift his arm, it took a concentration he didn’t have with the pounding of his skull. As the arm began to move he inched it across his midsection going slightly upward as he attempted to make out what was pinning him to the ground, his hand was wet and red. Is that blood…?

[/i] his scattered thoughts continued and he rolled his head, looking up along his body he found what appeared to be a large piece of metal impaling him in his stomach and going up along his chest by a couple feet. It was a piece of the haul of the ship.

Roy felt his heart rate increase and he felt his breathing increase he was panicking. He needed to stay calm. He looked around as best he could unable to get clear view of anyone else that he could see, he was alone…no there were others but he couldn’t see anyone on this side of the ship…had he been the only one ejected? It was possible, he hadn’t been in his seat, he’d been helping Kori get her seatbelt on, or something, at least he thought, he couldn’t be sure he just remembered a flash of her face. So many things were unclear, he needed to remember, to remember what happened.

Long callused fingers brushed against the sharp edges of the metal that stuck out of him, he pressed his fingers down along the bleeding wound of his stomach, trying to figure out just how long it was, just how bad it was…how deep, all things he needed to know. He realized it was on his right an inch or two away from his belly button that was good he didn’t want to look weird shirtless, if he lost it. ’Don’t be silly Daddy…you have to come home.’[/i] Lian’s voice echoed in his head, he was hallucinating but it didn’t matter, it helped calm him. He grunted in pain as he went lower just before the line of his hips, three or four inches maybe and about an inch or two from his hip bone, that was good, he’d be in a lot more pain if he’d broken something. As he skimmed the edge of the metal and went higher up his chest and stopped at his ribs, just before them…such a lucky dog he was. As he looked at the metal really looked at it, it looked longer and wider as it went up, and it seemed to be shorter in width as it went into his body.

He was cold and his pointed out that was shock…he was going into shock, he might have been in shock for quite a while, but he couldn’t be sure. His vision was starting to fade at the edges. ‘You need to come home Daddy…I need you.’ Lian’s voice again, “I need you too baby girl…” he muttered as his eyes began to roll and he knew he was about to pass out again, how many times had he gone under? He didn’t know.

Blue eyes opened and he gasped in a breath, he was still alive that was a good sign. He couldn’t be sure how long he’d been out this time, but he couldn’t stay here, he had to get up, but he was completely unable to do that on his own. He didn’t have the strength to remove the piece on his own and when he did, he’d bleed more. I’ll get a cool scar for this he couldn’t help but think to himself as he knew the metal had opened up along his back a through and through securely pinning him to the ground. He didn’t like being vulnerable and this so definitely counted now. As a voice fluttered across the com-link in his ear, he had a sense of hope. That voice he knew that voice. He reached out his hand smearing blood along his cheek as he pressed the button. “Hey Princess…if you aren’t busy I could use a hand,” the joking tone couldn’t quite hide the pain that laced Roy Harper’s voice.
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[dinah]

’Ollie, stop it you need to help me unpack!’ Dinah scolded as the man wrapped his arms around her held her close to his body, protected in his strong arms as he’d easily lifted her from the position she’d been in crouched over boxes that held their many combined possessions. They’d just moved into the Flower shop and the living area above it in the state of Seattle, it was a change for the two of them to truly be living together but it was something she was excited about. It took them in a different level. It morphed their relationship into something new, maybe even permanent. As he brushed back strands of short black hair from the nap of her neck, his lips touching the tender skin, her body relaxed against his own. The idea of unpacking beginning to be forgotten, they could always do that at a later date, like tomorrow.

[/i]

Other flashbacks of the good times with Oliver Queen filled the mind of the blonde who was slumped forward in her seat, the seatbelt the only thing keeping her from hitting the floor. “Ollie…” the sound of the Green Archer’s name came from her lips, but that didn’t mean the young woman was conscious but it was a sign she might be coming too

Her fingers dug into her palm and she slowly came to, a groan escaping slightly parted lips. As she slowly began to sit up she winced her neck was stiff and she looked at the floor and then slowly moved her gaze higher up the controls of the cockpit, she couldn’t remember what had happened it was all one big blur. As her blue eyes drifted around her, she caught sight of Dr. Light and she could faintly hear Barry as he came into the room. As she tried to sit up pain shot through her right arm from the shoulder all the way to her fingers.

The pain was intense enough that bile had risen to her throat, but with another breath she tried to calm herself, to keep from loosing control. She sucked in a breath, her blue eyes rolling to look down at her arm that hung back at an awkward angle behind her, the limb obviously broken at the elbow. She whimpered knowing what sort of trauma that sort of injury would mean. The pain so bad for a moment all she could see where spots, black lights dancing. “Barry, Kimiyo…you two alright?” she forced the words past her lips as she moved her hand to press against the button that would release her seatbelt, as the straps gave way she stumbled her legs wobbly at best as she pulled her injured arm close to her chest and tried not to let the pain get to her. She knew very few options remained; she’d have to re-break it just to hope that it would heal right correctly and the rehab wouldn’t be pleasant. She’d need help, but it could, it could wait for now. Her wounds were relatively minor.

“Who else was with us?” she questioned trying to remember who’d all be on the crew manifest, who had they taken with them. As a voice filtered through her com-link she recognized the Tamarian, Starfire, she’d gone on this mission more or less because Roy was going, there was something possibly blooming there, but she couldn’t be sure. Her heart lurched at the sound of the young father Roy Harper’s voice over the com-link.

“Can we get a rescue team sent to our location?” she asking hoping and praying for a yes, but she had a sickening feeling they may very well be on their own out here, where ever here wound up being. She looked around the inside of the wreckage and could do little more than frown and make faces at the pain that shot with any movement of her arm, but it would be fine, she just needed to catch her breath that was all.[/blockquote]

[Lobo]

Lobo was in a hurry.

He’d been on the trail of his mark for some time now. Too long, or so he thought; at least so long that he hadn’t had a good beer (or any beer); and that dry taste in his mouth was damn annoying.

And not doing much for his temper.


The bike wasn’t fairing much better. It had started billowing black smoke (well more smoke than normal) about two days ago, and it had developed a rather ominous clunking sound.


Again this did little to brighten his mood.


So his best recourse was to find his mark as quickly as possible, turn him in for the unbelievably wealthy bounty on his head; then splurge. Maybe he’d get a whole new bike altogether. Something that didn’t shake and rattle and threaten to give out.


Too late.


The Space Hawk gave a cough, then a second that seem to get caught up somewhere in the innards of the motor. Two more weaker gasps failed to spew any sort of smog from the tailpipe before the whole bike shuddered to a stop in eerie silence. A silence that lasted approximately three seconds before the Czarnian erupted into a rather colorful diatribe detailing various sexual positions that were technically impossible for most any species.


Kicking the bike repeatedly with those oversized hobnail boots didn’t help matters. In fact Lobo’s physical chastisement of his favorite ride began to change it’s trajectory, drifting closer to the strange planet spinning lazily along its lackadaisical path.


Gravity took over from there.


Lobo had been so involved in his hissy fit and his means of venting by not only kicking but punching his ride that he failed to notice that he was now falling through the gaseous atmosphere. Only when he could no long see the bike due to the veil of purple vapor did he finally notice that he was falling. And when he finally broke through the cloud cover did he realize that he was falling from a great height; so great that his flesh was being pulled off his skeletal frame.


A new barrage of colorful colloquialisms erupted from his throat, a list that was cutting short as his vocal chords were peeled away. But Lobo didn’t need to worry about making an impact.


It was quite spectacular as he and his bike slammed into the ground, sending shockwaves for miles around.


(a good start, but I will be gone for a week camping… will catch up the Weds. After Memorial day)

[Barry Allen]

Barry stood over the unconscious body of Doctor Light... atleast he hoped she was unconscious, he stood still in the ruins pondering the circumstances of the situation he found himself in, they were trapped man thousand miles away from Earth with no means of leaving and Barry couldn't even fly. Despite The Flash often being a symbol of hope and Barry's use of a blue lantern ring during the blackest night, Barry wasn't filled with hope that was for sure.

He heard a faint voice crackle through his commlink, it was Star Fires, the mysterious alien. Barry let out a sigh of relief. He was even happier upon hearing Red Arrow and Black Canary's voice. He reached for the button on the side of his cowl and began to speak sounding rather exhausted "This is Flash, is everyone stable?" He listened intently for a response yet suddenly a huge booming noise was heard over the horizon, the shockwaves made Barry stumble a moment before slowly gaining his balance.

Barry began to run around the ship looking for others and found Roy lying on the ground a piece of shrapnel piercing his abdomen. "Oh my god."