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[MST3K 4ever]

The Atom continues to attempt to break free but is still paralyzed.

St'arro says to Atom, "Your commrades are putting a noble effort, but in the end it will all be for naught. You will be the fortunate one of your species in a matter of seconds we will be a new step in evolution."

The Atom looks an sees her legs slowly transforming into tentacles.

I can slowly feel my humanity disappearing. I guess this is how it ends I wait disappear. He needs me to merge to acquire my shrinking powers. I still control it.

The Atom begins to shrink and as she does she sees her legs returning to normal.

St'arro asks, "What are you doing? STOP!"

The Atom smiles and realizes that she is also able to move again.

The smaller I get the more control I regain.

She shrinks so small she slips through the membrane of the orb.

The Atom says, "Sorry St'arro you just have way too many control issues for me to ever think of having a famliy with you. Time for me to move out."

The Atom makes her way to a tentacle and begins to rip through layer by layer until she sees a small opening. She floats out and grows back to about 6 inches.

The Atom then sees the heroes battling outside and asks, "Hey fellas can one of you all give me a lift back to Star Labs when this is over?"

 

[Saved]

Red Hood​

The Red Hood runs around the side of the warehouse stealthily - sticking close to the shadows as he goes. Lining the outer wall vertically is a ladder leading directly to the roof. Jason grabs hold and begins to climb upward.

A few minutes later, he reaches the top. As he skulks across the sloped roof, a rush of cool midnight air brushes past him. The open sides of his jacket flap behind him and the breeze penetrates the thin fibers of his shirt, chilling his skin. The various assortments of gadgets and weaponry stored inside his jacket begin to weigh him down. Normally, this sensation is easily ignored and rightly compensated; however, the excess pressure now irritates the wound at his arm, causing him to be more cautions. The minimal change in his disposition is just enough to slow his reactions by a fraction – a drawback someone in his line of work cannot afford.

Looking right and left, Jason searches for an entry to the warehouse. He sees a small door, and with delight, runs toward it. “No one on the roof?” he questions midstride. “How convenient.”

Suddenly, the door bursts open, swinging forward with great force and slamming onto the frame with a loud ‘thwack’. A figure dressed in dark clothes steps into view, standing tall amidst the backdrop of the Gotham skyline. His muscles bulge through his t-shirt, nearly tearing the fabric as he breathes. Over his face is a black mask, two red lines running in a parallel pattern vertically over his eyes. Over his right eye is a monocle lined with metal, seemingly attached to the man’s skull.

​

“Red Hood,” the man growls with a familiar Russian accent. “I was hoping we would be meeting again.” It takes only a second, but Jason remembers the voice.

“Anatoli,” he says, addressing his foe. “So good to see you.” The man frowns, pulling the fibers of his mask down and wrinkling the fabric. “Nice mask, by the way. Menacing. Penguin give you that so he didn't have to look at your face?”

“Still cocky,” he retorts, cracking his knuckles in an intimidating manner. “You will be paying for this,” he tells Jason, pointing to the monocle over his eye.
“Oooh,” he cringes mockingly. “Guess that head-butt was more forceful than I thought.”

“I will enjoy breaking you,” he replies, ignoring Jason’s comment. “Oh, and don’t be trying your little flashing tricks,” he begins as he steps forward. “I wear earplugs and lenses.”


“Learning are we,” Jason remarks casually, slightly disturbed by the man’s warning. “I’m impressed.” The flash bangs are the Red Hood’s best defense against bigger and stronger foes in a clinch. Jason realizes he’ll have to discover a different plan of action this time.

The man suddenly charges, moving like a freight train as his feet pound into the rooftop. At the last second, Jason rolls out of the way, evading the man as he barrels past him. As Jason moves across the ground, he presses on his injury, causing him to shout out in pain and grab at it uncontrollably. Turning fast, Anatoli sees the Red Hood massaging his arm gently. “Ha,” he laughs. “You are hurt?” He asks with malicious delight. “Such a shame.”

As the man closes in, he swings a kick upward. Jason leaps out of the way, narrowly missing the attack as he moves slower than usual. As Jason touches back down, he lands off balance – unready to move quickly. Anatoli brings up his knee, catching Jason in the face this time and knocking him backward.

As he hits his back against the metal shingles, Jason groans. “Sloppy,” he criticizes, feeling blood run down his nose. “I really need to pad the inside of this helmet…”

“This is too easy!” His foe shouts, suddenly upon him once more. Jason acts on instinct – somersaulting backward and evading the man as he attempts to stomp him. Jason lands on all fours and looks up, eyeing up his enemy and keeping a closer watch on him this time. “Still some fight in you,” he starts, reaching to his belt and pulling out a switchblade.

As the man swings the deadly blade about, Jason focuses on the battle. He deeks left, then right – allowing the blade to swipe past him as it cuts through the air. As Anatoli brings the blade down, Jason grabs his arm in his grasp – holding him at the elbow and shifting the force upon his joint. As he tries to pop the man’s arm out of place, Anatoli reacts quickly with a counter – swiping his leg past Jason’s and sending the vigilante to the ground.

“Nice moves,” Jason tells him as he lies on his back. With a deft kick, Jason hits the man’s wrist and knocks the knife from his hand. Lunging forward, Jason grabs the knife and instantly jabs it forward with his momentum, driving it into Anatoli’s leg. He roars in pain while Jason smiles. “But I’m still better.”

“Are you?” He snarls, recovering remarkably fast as he grabs the Red Hood by the collar of his jacket. As he attempts to raise him off the ground, Jason puts his weight in his legs and pulls them both backward. As the two struggle, they stumble from side to side, moving across the roof as they fight. “Not so tough are you without your toys?” He grunts.

“You’re … more talkative … then I remember,” he stammers as he breathes heavily. Hoping to gain the upper hand, Jason raises his leg and slams his heel down on his attacker’s knee. The joint snaps with a loud pop and his leg’s buckle. The two fall backward into a skylight, breaking through the glass and falling through the roof. Moving into freefall, the two figures continue to wrestle in the air as shards of glass hover about them.

As they drop farther, Jason feels his stomach rise inside him. As he turns his head, he sees the floor approaching fast – sending a jolt of fear down his spine. “Very good,” Anatoli says in a pleased tone. “Now we both go!”

“No,” Jason says, grabbing his enemy by his shirt and pulling as hard as he can to the right. Jason flips his position, putting him on top and his attacker on the bottom. At the last second, Jason loosens his grip and lets go of the man, putting a small space between their bodies. With great force, they crash into the floor below, Anatoli taking the brunt of the hit. Jason slams into the man’s body, using him as a makeshift cushion to soften the blow. Jason bounces off the man’s figure and hits the ground a few feet away, rolling still from the momentum of the drop. As the wind leaves his diaphragm, he wheezes out a few words in a final gasp, “Just you.” Unable to remain conscious, Jason blacks out.

 

[Byrd Man]

​

“You’re … more talkative … then I remember,” he stammers as he breathes heavily. Hoping to gain the upper hand, Jason raises his leg and slams his heel down on his attacker’s knee. The joint snaps with a loud pop and his leg’s buckle. The two fall backward into a skylight, breaking through the glass and falling through the roof. Moving into freefall, the two figures continue to wrestle in the air as shards of glass hover about them.

As they drop farther, Jason feels his stomach rise inside him. As he turns his head, he sees the floor approaching fast – sending a jolt of fear down his spine. “Very good,” Anatoli says in a pleased tone. “Now we both go!”

“No,” Jason says, grabbing his enemy by his shirt and pulling as hard as he can to the right. Jason flips his position, putting him on top and his attacker on the bottom. At the last second, Jason loosens his grip and lets go of the man, putting a small space between their bodies. With great force, they crash into the floor below, Anatoli taking the brunt of the hit. Jason slams into the man’s body, using him as a makeshift cushion to soften the blow. Jason bounces off the man’s figure and hits the ground a few feet away, rolling still from the momentum of the drop. As the wind leaves his diaphragm, he wheezes out a few words in a final gasp, “Just you.” Unable to remain conscious, Jason blacks out.

".....Holy ****."

My eyesight starting to come back, I look down at the two bodies surrounded by broken glass. One of them is the Red Hood while another one is an Ivan Drago impersonator wearing a torn mask on his head.

"Hood....hey, Hood," I lean down and shake his limp body. "Are you awake? Are you alive? I'm not going to give you mouth-to-mouth. Nothing personal, I just don't have a mouth hole in this thing."

 

[Saved]

".....Holy ****."

My eyesight starting to come back, I look down at the two bodies surrounded by broken glass. One of them is the Red Hood while another one is an Ivan Drago impersonator wearing a torn mask on his head.

"Hood....hey, Hood," I lean down and shake his limp body. "Are you awake? Are you alive? I'm not going to give you mouth-to-mouth. Nothing personal, I just don't have a mouth hole in this thing."

As Jason's body seeming reboots, his heart rate begins to increase and the blood flow to his brain circulates faster. His eyes slowly open beneath the red helmet covering his face, and the familiar white color of his eye slits returns. With a cough followed by a few twitches, Jason carefully leans forward. "Auggghhh," he groans, rubbing his shoulder tenderly. "Y-yeah," he says weakly, still recovering. "I feel like I was hit by a truck, though."

As Jason's consciousness continues to return, he suddenly realizes with whom he speaks. "Wait, Q?" He says in confusion. "What the- where'd you come from?" The faceless hero points upward to the broken skylight a few stories above. "Oh ... must've dropped in on you, then," he jests unintentionally.

"Did you take out the guards?"

 

[Byrd Man]

As Jason's consciousness continues to return, he suddenly realizes with whom he speaks. "Wait, Q?" He says in confusion. "What the- where'd you come from?" The faceless hero points upward to the broken skylight a few stories above. "Oh ... must've dropped in on you, then," he jests unintentionally.

"Did you take out the guards?"

"Guard. Singular. Lost all my weapons in the process, but I took a guard out. I was in the process of looking for more when you dropped in. Heh, dropped in."

I hold my hand out for Hood to grab hold of and pull himself up.

"Let me double back and get my crap while you wait here. No offense, but you're in no shape to go off by yourself."

 

[Saved]

"Guard. Singular. Lost all my weapons in the process, but I took a guard out. I was in the process of looking for more when you dropped in. Heh, dropped in."

I hold my hand out for Hood to grab hold of and pull himself up.

"Only one?" Jason asks curiously as his ally helps him to his feet.

"Let me double back and get my crap while you wait here. No offense, but you're in no shape to go off by yourself."

"Yeah ... you're probably right," he agrees, wobbling slightly. The Question nods and turns his back, walking off down the way to retrieve his equipment. As Jason watches the man move into the darkness ahead, he lets out a heavy sigh as he reaches into his inside pocket.

As he pulls his hand out of the pouch, he holds a loaded syringe in his hand, pre-filled with his usual dopamine/epiniphrine coctail. Hesitantly, Jason stares at the fluid - wondering whether or not to take the dose. Ever since his near death experience during his first encounter with Belseraph, Jason has tried to ween himself from taking the 'supplement'. The increase in performance was certainly effective, but the aftermath and consequences that follow seemed not to be worth the risk. Everyday he could feel the dependency on the adrenaline growing, making him weaker in his normal state.

Gripping the syringe tightly he takes in a deep breath. It's been months since he took one of the doses - he'd nearly reset his internal horomones by now. Is it worth it to ruin all the hard work for a moment of weakness, he wonders.

"No," he says aloud, stowing the syringe back inside his jacket. Not now ... I'm fine.

Shifting his weight to his other leg, Jason sticks his hand inside a different pocket and feels around inside. "Four smoke pellets," he counts. "Between that, the remaining flashbangs I have, and Q's arsenal, that should hopefully be enough."

 

[Byrd Man]

Shifting his weight to his other leg, Jason sticks his hand inside a different pocket and feels around inside. "Four smoke pellets," he counts. "Between that, the remaining flashbangs I have, and Q's arsenal, that should hopefully be enough."

I come back into view with all my gear and my hat back resting on my head. Hood lets out a low whistle when he sees the bundle in my arms.

"Take your pick, my man. A shotgun, two handguns, a knife, mace, taser, nightstick, nunchucks, and a pair of brass knuckles."

I slip most of my gear back into their respective hiding places, but leave out the nightstick and nunchucks.

"Something tells me these are more your style. Take your pick and we'll see what we can do about finding that little girl."

 

[Saved]

I come back into view with all my gear and my hat back resting on my head. Hood lets out a low whistle when he sees the bundle in my arms.

"Take your pick, my man. A shotgun, two handguns, a knife, mace, taser, nightstick, nunchucks, and a pair of brass knuckles."

I slip most of my gear back into their respective hiding places, but leave out the nightstick and nunchucks.

"Something tells me these are more your style. Take your pick and we'll see what we can do about finding that little girl."

Jason stares at the nightstick with longing eyes. Close quarter combat has always been his forte - nothing able to beat the feeling of getting in close with an opponent and feeling his hot, desperate breaths during the fight. But the stinging pain in his arm, coupled with the stiff throbbing from his spine gives him second thoughts, and he shakes his head with reluctance.

"You know what, let me borrow one of the pistols too," he says, grabbing the nightstick and sliding it between his belt and pants. "I'd like to see what the appeal is," he jokes, playing off his decision as nothing more than curiosity.

 

[Byrd Man]

"You know what, let me borrow one of the pistols too," he says, grabbing the nightstick and sliding it between his belt and pants. "I'd like to see what the appeal is," he jokes, playing off his decision as nothing more than curiosity.

"A bold choice indeed, sir."

I pull the gun out of my shoulder holster and hand it over along with three magazines of non-lethal ammunition.

"The Colt .45 ACP Revolver. Not the strongest handgun in the world, but it's guaranteed to ruins somebody's day. Carries six shots of rubber coated rounds."

I check my shotgun and make sure the beanbag round is still in the chamber.

"I'll take point."

I walk in the lead through the darkened warehouse with Hood limping behind. I hear footsteps shuffling through the dark. Hood and I step into the shadows as an armed guard passes by. I take advantage of his turned back.

WHACK!

I drive the shotgun's stock into the back of the guard's head and watch him fall to the ground with a thump.

"One down, who knows how many to go."

 

[Bounce]

The Atom makes her way to a tentacle and begins to rip through layer by layer until she sees a small opening. She floats out and grows back to about 6 inches.

The Atom then sees the heroes battling outside and asks, "Hey fellas can one of you all give me a lift back to Star Labs when this is over?"

The young Kryptonian's second wind was beginning to fade, a weariness working its way down into the bones despite the naked sun blasting the faun-eyed child with its unfiltered energies. No matter what he, the man who looked like Superman, or the Manhunter did to the creature it seemed as though theirs was a battle of futility.

They drew blood, the creature healed itself before their eyes.

They withstood its charge. And the creature kept charging.

Every inch gained was another lost over time as the battle stretched on. By every measure his father had taught him, this battle was tactically unsound. If their goal was to prevent Sta'rro from destroying the humans then it was not a cause worth fighting for. If their goal was to prove their own superiority, then they were in danger now of being overwhelmed by the beasts resilient staying power.

It was a draw, which meant that a withdrawal would be in order. Lor did not care for Earth, nor its humans, so it was just as well to let Sta'rro have them.

And that was the point at which the boy spied the familiar figure of Atom. Some of the heroes complained that he shouldn't have been there... she had an oxygen tank strapped to her back!

She had also clearly done something to make the Sta'rro really, really mad. For his vantage point, the child could see the Atom floating away from the creature... and he could see the point of the tentacle that was lining up a shot at the woman.

It was a split second decision. One that Lor wasn't really certain why he'd made the choice that he'd made. The woman was arrogant. But she was also the only person to have accepted the name Superboy and still ask him for his name.

So for no other reason than that, Lor-Zod put himself between Atom and the blast from Sta'rro's tentacle. Having already taken the brunt of a few, this one rattled the boy's brain in addition to his teeth.

He was adrift, not only in space but also in his perception of consciousness. He'd probably been rendered unconscious for a few seconds after taking the hit on the chin. Or maybe even a minute.

The boy's eye's fluttered open, the view of several heroes still battling the Sta'rro going in and out of focus as Lor tried to will his body to move... and finally surrendered to the call of darkness <"Five more minutes, dad,"> the boy muttered in Kryptonian, as he drifted to sleep.

 

[Saved]

"A bold choice indeed, sir."

I pull the gun out of my shoulder holster and hand it over along with three magazines of non-lethal ammunition.

"The Colt .45 ACP Revolver. Not the strongest handgun in the world, but it's guaranteed to ruins somebody's day. Carries six shots of rubber coated rounds."

I check my shotgun and make sure the beanbag round is still in the chamber.

"I'll take point."

I walk in the lead through the darkened warehouse with Hood limping behind. I hear footsteps shuffling through the dark. Hood and I step into the shadows as an armed guard passes by. I take advantage of his turned back.

WHACK!

I drive the shotgun's stock into the back of the guard's head and watch him fall to the ground with a thump.

"One down, who knows how many to go."

The two heroes make their way further through the warehouse, walking past row after row of crates and boxes stacked high in an orderly fashion. As they go deeper within, the sound of arguing voices suddenly fill the air. Hood motions to his ally to stop and listen as the voices grow louder.

"Just relax, alright? Russovich doesn't have the guts to come after us."
"What about the cops?"
"Forget the cops - Penguin's got them paid off, we're safe."
"I don't know man .... Frank's still not back, and that skylight shattered three minutes ago."
"It's probably fine."
"Then why didn't Anatoli respond to his cellphone?"

"Look ... just relax, alright? Boss is gonna be here in a few minutes, then we move on and get out of here, alright?"

The Red Hood turns to the Question, and the two faceless heroes exchange an unmistakeable look through body language alone. "Wanna take the dirtbags out now?"

 

[Byrd Man]

"Just relax, alright? Russovich doesn't have the guts to come after us."
"What about the cops?"
"Forget the cops - Penguin's got them paid off, we're safe."
"I don't know man .... Frank's still not back, and that skylight shattered three minutes ago."
"It's probably fine."
"Then why didn't Anatoli respond to his cellphone?"

"Look ... just relax, alright? Boss is gonna be here in a few minutes, then we move on and get out of here, alright?"

The Red Hood turns to the Question, and the two faceless heroes exchange an unmistakeable look through body language alone. "Wanna take the dirtbags out now?"

"Sure."

I peek out from behind the box and see three men, all armed, standing around jawing and passing time.

I turn back to Hood and give out hand signals, pointing and swooping with my hands. He stares back at me blankly as I try to communicate with elaborate signals.

"**** it. I go right you come up from behind and get the drop on 'em."

I leap out from behind the box with my shotgun leveled at the men.

"Get on the ground now, mother****ers! Do it! Do it now!"

Two of them comply, but the third hesitates. "Don't do it! Drop the gun."

His hands start inching towards the gun in his waistband. "Don't!"

The man has his hands on the pistol's grip but suddenly stops as Hood steps out of the shadows and lays the barrel of the .45 against his temple. "What'd I say? Put your hands up and tell us where Nayfield and the girl are."

 

[Spike_x1]

I've exited the atmosphere in moments and am once again coming up on the giant alien monstrosity in the distance when I catch sight of the other heroes, including the Atom.

And Superboy.

I suppose that I shouldn't be surprised that he didn't stay back on Earth, given his apparent nature. Nevertheless, it looks like J'onn and Majestic are wearing down as well. ~J'onn, they may have come up with a solution to stop the invasion at STAR Labs and LexCorp, but for now, can you establish telepathic contact with the Atom and help her with reentry into Earth's atmosphere?~

Before I can get a response, one of Sta'rro's tentacles takes a swipe at me while also taking potshots of energy blasts. Even in the cold vacuum of space the heat from the beams is almost scorching as I narrowly evade them, but I manage to fly to Superboy as he drifts unconsciously through the void. Next priority.

~Are you alright, son? Can you hear me?~

 

[Andy C.]

Lex Luthor

Superman leaves, headed back toward space and the battle above, leaving me with the key to Sta'rro's destruction, and possibly his own as well.

"L-Soft," I call to the AI system that runs throughout virtually every corner of the LexCorp Towers, "I'm going to need a sterile container to hold my new DNA sample until I can get it into the laboratory for proper analysis."

I walk over to the nearest terminal panel, where L-Soft's matter replicator creates exactly the kind of container I need, and I place the hair follicle inside. Absolutely marvelous invention, the replicator; they would resolve virtually every shortage of food, fuel, or resources the human race faces if they didn't cost a quarter of a billion dollars apiece to operate.

"Now then, Titan Satellite is aligning with the Sta'rro creature for optimal delivery of the frequency," I say, L-Soft pulling up a three-dimensional holographic display of the events unfolding in high orbit. "Almost fully charged now.....Watchtower also awaiting my command to fire the mass accelerator cannon...."

In all honesty I could fire the thing off right now and wipe out a majority of the plague, but in order to entirely defeat the creature and its spawn in a single shot, a bit of precision is required. Timing is essential, especially considering the slight delay that the signal takes to reach the satellite.

"Fire on my command," I ready myself, the relays in the Titan satellite charge, ready to let loose. "In three....two....one....now."

The satellite broadcasts the frequency directly at Sta'rro, the makeshift sonic cannon blasting at the creature. Now all that remains to do is see if the weapon was a success.
​

 

[Spike_x1]

Superboy looks like he's taken a real beating and doesn't respond to me. At least I can see that his heart is still going strong. Thank God. Scooping the child into my arms, I'm about to get him as far away from Sta'rro as I can when I see a shadow looming over us. Sta'rro has raised one of its colossal arms overhead, and is preparing to bring it crashing down on top of us. I don't have time to get us out of the way, so the best thing that I can do is put myself between Sta'rro and the boy.

Bracing for the upcoming attack and using myself as a human shield for the defenseless Superboy, I'm taken aback when... nothing hits me. Looking back to Sta'rro, it doesn't seem to be on the offensive at all anymore. Instead, it appears to be recoiling in pain from some unseen attack.

Of course!

I turn to J'onn, relief washing over my expression. ~They must have activated the satellite! Back on Earth, they found a high powered frequency that could disrupt Sta'rro's telepathy, and are using one of Lex Luthor's satellites to broadcast the signal right at the creature, effectively putting a stop to its entire invasion.~

 

[MST3K 4ever]

The Atom foats over to the injuried Superboy and whispers in his ear, "Thank you for saving my life."

She watches as St'arro begins to recoil in pain.

She says, "Whatever you're feeling right now it'll be never be enough for me."

The Atom looks at Superman and says, "I know that attitude really sucks and I'm sorry for that, but for what it did to my mind and tired to do to my humanity this is as close to justice as I'll ever get in this case."

 

[MST3K 4ever]

Lex Luthor

Superman leaves, headed back toward space and the battle above, leaving me with the key to Sta'rro's destruction, and possibly his own as well.

"L-Soft," I call to the AI system that runs throughout virtually every corner of the LexCorp Towers, "I'm going to need a sterile container to hold my new DNA sample until I can get it into the laboratory for proper analysis."

I walk over to the nearest terminal panel, where L-Soft's matter replicator creates exactly the kind of container I need, and I place the hair follicle inside. Absolutely marvelous invention, the replicator; they would resolve virtually every shortage of food, fuel, or resources the human race faces if they didn't cost a quarter of a billion dollars apiece to operate.

"Now then, Titan Satellite is aligning with the Sta'rro creature for optimal delivery of the frequency," I say, L-Soft pulling up a three-dimensional holographic display of the events unfolding in high orbit. "Almost fully charged now.....Watchtower also awaiting my command to fire the mass accelerator cannon...."

In all honesty I could fire the thing off right now and wipe out a majority of the plague, but in order to entirely defeat the creature and its spawn in a single shot, a bit of precision is required. Timing is essential, especially considering the slight delay that the signal takes to reach the satellite.

"Fire on my command," I ready myself, the relays in the Titan satellite charge, ready to let loose. "In three....two....one....now."

The satellite broadcasts the frequency directly at Sta'rro, the makeshift sonic cannon blasting at the creature. Now all that remains to do is see if the weapon was a success.
​

Doris watches as Lex carries out the execution of Sta'rro with the satellite.

She pulls up preliminary reports from the bio-scanners.

Doris enters the command center and says, "Early indications are that the weapon is working. It'll be a few more minutes before we have final results. Shall I order the labs to save the files on the creature or transfer them to sector 14?"

 

[Catman_prb]

Superboy looks like he's taken a real beating and doesn't respond to me. At least I can see that his heart is still going strong. Thank God. Scooping the child into my arms, I'm about to get him as far away from Sta'rro as I can when I see a shadow looming over us. Sta'rro has raised one of its colossal arms overhead, and is preparing to bring it crashing down on top of us. I don't have time to get us out of the way, so the best thing that I can do is put myself between Sta'rro and the boy.

Bracing for the upcoming attack and using myself as a human shield for the defenseless Superboy, I'm taken aback when... nothing hits me. Looking back to Sta'rro, it doesn't seem to be on the offensive at all anymore. Instead, it appears to be recoiling in pain from some unseen attack.

Of course!

I turn to J'onn, relief washing over my expression. ~They must have activated the satellite! Back on Earth, they found a high powered frequency that could disrupt Sta'rro's telepathy, and are using one of Lex Luthor's satellites to broadcast the signal right at the creature, effectively putting a stop to its entire invasion.~

-Then it is finally over- J'onn projected, a slight smile crossing his angry face -I must thank you for doing what I could not. For defeating what I considered to be my greatest shame. For saving the world. And my home-

J'onn nodded in deferance to the gathered heroes. He turned and looked at the behemoth.

-Burn- he thought, just strong enough that Sta'rro could hear.

 

[Spike_x1]

The silence of space is almost deafening, even as my colleagues express their anger towards Sta'rro. Some might argue that the monster deserves to die for all the chaos and destruction that it's caused, but that's not how I do things.

~Majestic... J'onn... can one of you please help Superboy and the Atom get safely back to Earth? I'm going to need the other one of you to help me with what I'm about to do~ I gently hand the unconscious Superboy over to the Martian. ~But first, patch me through to Sta'rro.~ J'onn solemnly nods as he establishes contact between myself and the monster and I stare it down angrily, Sta'rro's center eye almost showing what I can only guess is fear.

~It pains me to have to do this,~ I mentally say to the monster, not knowing for certain whether or not it can hear my thoughts that J'onn is relaying to it, ~but I'm taking you to a place where you will never hurt anyone ever again.~

If there were atmosphere around us, there would be a massive shockwave as I suddenly pick up speed and slam into the helpless body of Sta'rro and begin pushing it through the emptiness. ~I'm taking you to a place we call Pluto.~ With my grunts of exertion lost in the vacuum, my mind calls out to either J'onn or Majestic to lend a hand if they can.

 

[Catman_prb]

The silence of space is almost deafening, even as my colleagues express their anger towards Sta'rro. Some might argue that the monster deserves to die for all the chaos and destruction that it's caused, but that's not how I do things.

~Majestic... J'onn... can one of you please help Superboy and the Atom get safely back to Earth? I'm going to need the other one of you to help me with what I'm about to do~ I gently hand the unconscious Superboy over to the Martian. ~But first, patch me through to Sta'rro.~ J'onn solemnly nods as he establishes contact between myself and the monster and I stare it down angrily, Sta'rro's center eye almost showing what I can only guess is fear.

~It pains me to have to do this,~ I mentally say to the monster, not knowing for certain whether or not it can hear my thoughts that J'onn is relaying to it, ~but I'm taking you to a place where you will never hurt anyone ever again.~

If there were atmosphere around us, there would be a massive shockwave as I suddenly pick up speed and slam into the helpless body of Sta'rro and begin pushing it through the emptiness. ~I'm taking you to a place we call Pluto.~ With my grunts of exertion lost in the vacuum, my mind calls out to either J'onn or Majestic to lend a hand if they can.

J'onn passed the frail body of Superboy into Majestic's arms, giving him a silent nod of understanding. The hero would take Superboy and the Atom back to Earth, whilst he, J'onn, would help end the menace. He flew towards the menace, grabbing onto it's hard carapace and pushing with all his might away from his home. Both of them.

-Majestic will take care of them. Let us end this. Together-

 

[Spike_x1]

With our strength combined, and moving at speeds that might start to make the Flash nervous, the trip to Pluto passes in minutes. Looking through Sta'rro's body with X-ray vision, I can see Pluto's surface approaching fast. Or rather, we're approaching it. At the last second, J'onn and I let go of the creature and allow its momentum to carry it down, crashing hard into the surface.

We slowly float down, approaching the site of Sta'rro's impact, and waiting for the dust to settle. I can already see its movements in the new crater that's been created. Sta'rro is moving around slowly and groggily, unsure of what exactly is happening. Without a word, I take a deep breath of the gases that Pluto has to offer and unleash a massive concentrated blast of my Arctic breath.

It takes several seconds, but the end result is a colossal psychic alien starfish trapped in a giant block of ice in a crater on Pluto. A job for Superman indeed.

Falling to my knees in exhaustion, I refrain from trying to gasp for a breath of air. I can survive for a little while longer on the oxygen that's still in my lungs from before I left Earth, and that should be plenty for the return trip home. Turning away from the frozen monster, I look out over the surface of Pluto, welcoming the beauty of this new sight.

~I think I speak for everyone when I say thank you, J'onn. We couldn't have done it without you bringing all of us together, and it was a privilege to work with you.~ Getting to my feet, I step to the Martian and reach out my hand for a handshake. ~The world owes you a debt of gratitude.~

 

[Mr. Majestic]

J'onn passed the frail body of Superboy into Majestic's arms, giving him a silent nod of understanding. The hero would take Superboy and the Atom back to Earth, whilst he, J'onn, would help end the menace. He flew towards the menace, grabbing onto it's hard carapace and pushing with all his might away from his home. Both of them.

-Majestic will take care of them. Let us end this. Together-

While holding both Superboy and Atom Majestic watches for a moment as the two alien heroes put an end to Sta’rro’s rain of terror. It’s finally over Majestic thought to himself. Now that his job is done he can go back to Elijah and Jessica but before he does he has to drop off Atom and Superboy.

Majestic turns away from watching Sta’rro being taking to his new resting place and heads back to the planet. While flying back down he never noticed how beautiful the planet looks from space. Thanks to the help of planet’s league of heroes, Earth and the people on it will live to see another day.

After breaking through Earth’s atmosphere Majestic flew back to Metropolis. He lands them in Centennial park.

“Will you be fine here with the boy?” Majestic asks the Atom.

 

[Saved]

(BATGIRL)​

The sound of sirens suddenly pierces the air, killing the quiet atmosphere of the block. "Looks like your friends called for help," I tell him with a grin. "Tell the officers I said, 'hi'."

Without missing a beat, I run off down the street and make my exit. As I duck into an alley, I hear the police car pull up - just in time.

I breathe through my nose rhythmically as I continue to run through the alleys. Thanks to the padding at the bottom of my boots, the sound of my feet hitting the pavement is muffled to near silence. I continue my patrol of the city, making great time as I cover the wide expanse of the district.

Mid run, a noise suddenly catches my attention. I make my legs heavy and stop myself fast, standing idle in the middle of a dark backstreet as I listen closely. Looking to the rooftops, I search for the noise, hoping to catch a glimpse of the slightest movement. Behind me I hear a sound akin to the flapping of wings. Instantly, I spin a full 180 - looking frantically to find the noise.

"Alright ... " I whisper in a hushed voice. "Where are you ... " Reaching to my belt, I grab the batarang subtley. I clasp the device tight in my hand as I squint my eyes to focus. As I stare at the night sky above, I feel a slight vibration shoot beneath my feet across the asphalt. My heart sinks as I feel the presence of something appear behind me. I turn my head to look over my shoulder, preparing to fight for my life.

"No ... " I say in awe as I glare at the figure's cloaked visage. The man stands tall over me, a living shadow with bright white eyes piercing the darkness. I drop the batarang to the floor as my mouth opens wide, a gasp inhaling audibly from my throat. My mind tries to think, tries to formulate something to say. But as I stare at the two horns rising like sharp mountain tops on his head, all I can utter is two simple words. "It's you-"

****​

 

[Saved]

"Sure."

I peek out from behind the box and see three men, all armed, standing around jawing and passing time.

I turn back to Hood and give out hand signals, pointing and swooping with my hands. He stares back at me blankly as I try to communicate with elaborate signals.

"**** it. I go right you come up from behind and get the drop on 'em."

I leap out from behind the box with my shotgun leveled at the men.

"Get on the ground now, mother****ers! Do it! Do it now!"

Two of them comply, but the third hesitates. "Don't do it! Drop the gun."

His hands start inching towards the gun in his waistband. "Don't!"


The man has his hands on the pistol's grip but suddenly stops as Hood steps out of the shadows and lays the barrel of the .45 against his temple. "What'd I say? Put your hands up and tell us where Nayfield and the girl are."

"You want me?" A voice answers with an echo. The three men turn to see a large man step out of the darkness holding an uzi pointed toward them. "Here I am." Two men dressed in unbuttoned suits walk up behind him carrying large assault rifles in their hands.

"Nayfeld ... " Hood growls in rage.
"Jyess," he replies, his accent strangling his words. "I see you maeke short wurk of my men, henh?"
"Where is she?"
"She is in baeck. But, nought to wurry," he slips the saftey off the weapon's back and smiles evily. "We'll taeke care of 'err."

Without a second thought, Jason drops the pistol in his hand and drops to a squat. As Nayfeld pulls back on the trigger, Todd grabs the fallen thug at his feet and pulls him up with all his might. With a surge of strength, Jason clenches his teeth and tosses the man toward Nayfeld as the bullets begin to fire. As he releases the man's body through the air, he feels the stitches on his arm pop - allowing the two flaps of skin to come unhooked, tearing the skin. He shouts in pain, a battlecry of both fury and agony that sends fear into Nayfeld's guards.

The body of the thug absorbs the bullets before crashing into Nayfeld, knocking him to the ground as his henchman pins him to the floor. "Gaet him off me!" He growls to his guards, wriggling violently to get free.

"Q!" Jason shouts, gripping his wound as the blood begins to flow down his arm. "Get the one on the right!" Jason leans forward and picks up the pistol, stumbling slightly as he barrels toward the guard on the left.

Jason's hand raises fast, his finger coddling the trigger gently as his feet pound the floor. As if he were a programmed machine, he lines up the sight at the barrel's tip to the guard's exposed neck. Without hesitation, Jason pulls back on the trigger hard - nearly breaking the weapon as he unleashes a dense piece of rubber with a loud 'bang'. Before he can blink, Jason watches as the thug's head jolts backward, dropping his weapon as Jason closes in.

Like a freight train, Jason slams his shoulder into the man with all his might. He knocks him backward into a support beam a few feet away. The man's spine slams against the steel column, causing his head to rock back and forth as his consciousness leaves him. Afraid to take any chances, Jason utilizes his legs, now the only part of his body not throbbing in pain. He jumps in the air and swings his right leg around, hitting the man's head between the top of his foot and shin, sending him face first into the floor.

"Scum," he coughs as his body screams to him in pain. Using his training, Jason ignores the pain - standing tall, instead, and walking toward Nayfeld with a crazed look in his eye.

 

[Byrd Man]

"Scum," he coughs as his body screams to him in pain. Using his training, Jason ignores the pain - standing tall, instead, and walking toward Nayfeld with a crazed look in his eye.

I take care of my baddie easily. A beanbag blast to the shoulder will **** up anybody's day. I'm right behind Hood as he approaches Nayfield. I load another round into the breech and aim. "C'mon, hit us with your best shot."

Nayfield's face turns beet red and he groans loudly. We figure out what he's up to. In a burst of strength equal to Hood's, Nayfield picks up his unconscious henchmen and tosses him back at us. Both Hood and I leap out of the way to avoid getting hit by the human ragdoll. I pull myself back up and see Nayfield running off through the warehouse.

Hood runs point with me lagging behind slightly. When we catch up to the Russian gangster, he has Oksana Russovich in his arms with a gun pointed to her head.

"Here is how we do it. You try to follow, I kill girl. You move, I kill girl. Twitch or sneeze, I kill girl."

Time for a plan. Time to break out the McFly Maneuver.

"You forgot about one thing, Boris...."

I shove my arm forward and point to a spot behind him. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"

Nayfield turns to look. I take advantage of the distraction, popping out my switchblade and tossing it.

"Ahhh!" Nayfield screams in pain as the switchblade lodges into his gun hand. He lets go of Oksana to pull the blade out, giving the girl her chance to run as fast as she can away from him. She runs as fast as she can across the room and ducks behind hood.

"Nice throw," Hood says.

"I was aiming for his head."