[identity profile] scourge-of-mars.livejournal.com
Henshaw was missing. Where? Malefic had no idea whatsoever. It had occurred sometime after he had aided the humans in capturing Despero as an act of goodwill to Earth. When malefic returned..Henshaw was gone, apparently with nothing so much as a message to his highest ranking servants. By all rights Malefic was now the sole power of the Neo-Rann leadership, but there could be complications. Gleen of the Sinestro Corps had apparently also been captured on Earth and was now heading to Oa for imprisonment. Not too long after rumors of Henshaw's disappearance, Low and Slushh of the Sinestro Corps, had departed. According to his intelligence, they were set to rendezvous with their compatriot Flayt, he commanded a sizable force of Corpsmen. Malefic had no delusions as to why they had contacted Flayt. They meant to take over.

Malefic admittingly did not know what he wished to do. Should he fight for control of the alliance? Or let the Sinestro Corps take it? He knew it would not be long until the heroes of Earth grew tired of waiting to liberate Rann from its conquerors. With both Despero and Henshaw gone, the odds favored them much more than they had before.Still, there was potentially a lot of chaos he could wring with these resources. Who said he had to maintain some kind of empire? Rather, why not use it to hurt those he hated? Yes, that sounded very appealing.

He headed for the communications room. As he did, his features shifted and molded, taking on an amalgamation of flesh and metal. Artificial clothes materialized from his skin, shifting into a cape. The room featured several holographic images of various leaders of the Neo-Rann alliance. However, who they saw was not Ma'alefa'ak. It was the rictus grin of the Cyborg Superman.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. We have much to talk about."
[identity profile] j-onn-j-onzz.livejournal.com
In the direction that Despero is pointing, the Khund army will see a small point that seems to be headed toward them...with another point almost immediately behind.

Soon enough, they realize that they're not human.

They're Martian.

And Kryptonian.

Where J'onn is flying, he gestures to Superman and speaks to his mind.

[identity profile] jla-villains.livejournal.com
Careening through space at a frightening velocity, Despero pierces Earth's atmosphere and begins to laugh maniacally as he starts his drop towards the landmass known as North America. Specifically, he targets the craft toward Washington D.C.

"Come and greet me Citizen Steel! Come and meet your doom!!" Despero begins his rapid descent towards the White House.
[identity profile] scourge-of-mars.livejournal.com
"Good evening leaders of Earth. My name is Ma'alefa'ak, diplomatic representative of the Neo-Rann governent. I will be meeting with you so that we may bring a quick, decisive end to the current misunderstanding between out two worlds. Therefore I propose a meeting on neutral ground, here..." An image of the planet Mars would appear to the recipients of the message. "The coordinantes are of an area terraformed to be comfortable to human oxygen needs. I will be present along with Grallex, leader of our expatriate Psion community, along with a few officials. I will leave it for you decide he will attend, however I do not you will be concerned for your safetl. Feel free to bring any 'heroic' protection you wish. Simply understand, we have been attacked once, we will not be caught unaware a second time. This is not a threat as I am sure you desire peace as much as we do. I look forward to us resolving this matter."

The Psions had worked fast on terraforming the area to be safe for a human presence. He barely recognized the area as Mars, a testament to Psion competancy. It felt strange being back home. He had hoped to return as the last, but that time would come. 'You're the only one left, brother. Soon, it will just be me.' He cast the thought from his head, he'd need all his wits about him as he waited for the arrival of the Earth delegation. This would certainly be interesting.
[identity profile] mr-henshaw.livejournal.com
"Since becoming more machine that man all I have ever wanted is death. Complete and utter oblivion." The Cyborg Superman stands at the Rannian High Council table, within what remains of the governmental buildings of the planet. Due to his nature he is unaffected by the toxic swamp surrounding and permeating the building, and he presumes that Malefic, Despero and the members of the Sinestro Corps have their own means of protection as he addresses them.

"That changed when I was given the Rannian opportunity. I craved life. Not my own, but the ability to create life in whatever way I saw fit. To be a god of a planet lacking life, inhospitable to life, opposed to life, and yet possessing the life that I create to suit it. I knew that by doing so I would create enemies, which is why I forged pacts with numerous races, with your aid of course, and so I have become a god with you as fellow members of our Neo Rann pantheon." The Cyborg raises his hands to gesture to those few with him. Gods over nothing. He's either insane or... No, he's insane.

"Luthor worked on what we needed him to work on. Now he is gone and that is no bad thing. Humans contaminate and despoil." He seems oblivious to the poisonous land around him. "The Green Lantern was oblivious to my freedom at the hands of his commanders, the Guardians. His knowledge of galactic events was lacking. Therefore his escape also is less important than the heroes I'm sure anticipate. We now sit at the cusp of a war with Earth over wrongs they believe we have committed against them, and do you know what I think of a war with Earth...?"

He pauses.

"I think a war with Earth would be complete and utter stupidity. We have them at an impasse that they cannot break for fear of our reprisal, so why goad them into attacking? We have what we want here. To attack Earth would only serve the purpose of drawing the ire of enemies I do not wish to face. You may feel different however, and that is why you are here. We should act as counsel to one another. War or peace, gentlemen?"
[identity profile] beware-my-power.livejournal.com
The small rescue squad appears in the Alpha Centauri system, cloaked in magic to prevent detection, and invisibly encased within a power bubble provided by Green Lantern. Hal's ring passively scans, looking for traces of human life signs or Guy's ring - chirping when it has found both.

"Alright, team, we've got our targets."

The inside of the bubble shifts into a heads-up display, visible to the passengers. Small glowing dots appear, on the surface of Rann.

"We've got human life signs here and here - Lex and Guy - and we've got a Green Lantern power ring here. Our main objectives are Guy, first and foremost, and his ring, secondary. Since it'll be a lot easier to get him out if he's got the ring. Once we've got those things, we get out. Any reconnaissance you can do at the same time is great, but this is a rescue mission. Questions?"
[identity profile] jla-sinestro.livejournal.com
Gleen was annoyed. Before the Cyborg recruited the human imprisoned on Oa, HE was the one in charge of their genetic engineering projects. Now, now this..this..arrogant, bald monkey was given reign over the project. There wasn't a species in the galaxy that were greater practitioners of the art of genetic engineering than the Krolotean Gremlins.

Still, what the Cyborg asked bordered on the impossible. He literally wanted to create brand new unique, lifeforms. Anyone even remotely aquainted with the science would tell you that you can't make something from nothing. You can meld DNA, you can evolve DNA, or you can alter DNA to such an extent that the end result would not even remotely resemble the parent subject. However, you cannot create something from nothing, it was scientifically unfeasible. Henshaw would be better off turning to magic if he wanted something from nothing.

Gleen sighed at the insanity of it. Still, the venture was not a total dissappointment. He had aquired enough knowledge of Psion scientific tenchniques to justify this venture. Also, the run-in with the Green Lantern was an unexpected bonus. Malefic wanted to know if the Lantern had alerted his fellows to the events on Rann, as well as any other significant information he could pry from the human. Gleen didn't think for a minute that he would learn anything fruitful. Green Lanterns were notoriously hard to break.

Gleen smiled as he reached the interrogation room and its unconscious prisoner. Gardner's ring was removed and locked inside an energy field. He was bound on a metal operating table, arms and legs spread. The table itself was positioned so that the prisoner could face his interrogator face-to-face. Gleen had accessed his ring's knowledge on the human, and despite himself he found the human's history interesting. Yes, this would be fun.

With little fanfare he walked up to the unconscious prisoner and gave the man a swift backhand to the face.

"Wake up, monkey. You've slept long enough."
[identity profile] scourge-of-mars.livejournal.com
The Cyborg was busy conversing with their new ally, though Malefic was hesitant to consider the human that just yet.  While he was away, Henshaw had commissioned him to take charge of the surface occupation of the planet. In truth it was not a difficult task considering the population's evacuation, but you never knew. However, his immediate goal was to apprehend the Green Lantern, Guy Gardner.

Since his attack on the Psion mothership, the Lantern preceded to make a nuisance of himself. Attacking facilities, destroying Chemos, basically anything he could do to piss them off. Malefic had had enough, it was time to end it.

"Gleen, take your two compatriots and bring back Gardner. Alive if possible, dead, just as well. His disruption ends here."

[identity profile] jla-glcorps.livejournal.com
Kho Kharhi is among the most compassionate of Green Lanterns. She is renowned among the Khund and the Corp as having a strong sense of justice, and an equal capacity for care and kindness. Since Lex Luthor's imprisonment in the Sciencells she has observed the human pointedly. Truly, Luthor is a being of great willpower and strength, not unlike Green Lanterns Hal Jordan and John Stewart, also from Sector 2814. Yet he is so very different... Where those two act from altruism, he is purely self-serving. Where those two would help the meek, he would crush them.

This is why Kho Kharhi struggles so desperately under the mental control and technopathic control of Malefic, Despero and the Cyborg Superman, her mind having been violated and her body implanted with nanomachines that draw her closer to Luthor's sciencell. She's not the only one. Lantern Tuebeen and Lantern Penn Maricc have been dominated in the same way. The three had been summoned by governments in their respective Sectors who had apparently signed a peaceful invasion agreement of some obscure planet. Obviously that kind of thing would have to be investigated and ratified by the Corps, so the Lanterns attended each of their invitations only to be bushwhacked and made mentally subservient to the Cyborg Superman and his companions.

So now the three of them approach Lex Luthor's sciencell, and prepare to free him. Kho Kharhi speaks to the human. "Lex Luthor of Earth. You are being offered rescue by enemies of the beings your planet calls heroes. You are being offered asylum and the possibility to work on the greatest scientific experiment the universe has seen. You are being offered vengeance for any wrongdoings ever perpetrated against you. Do you accept our offer?"
[identity profile] scourge-of-mars.livejournal.com
Ma'alefa'ak could feel it, his body was nearly healed of its wounds. The burn scars on his body, a souvenir from his last battle with his brother, were nearly gone. His strength, almost returned, he could feel his the pinpricks of energy as he tested his connection to his Martian vision. He stretched and morphed his arm into a serrated blade, then willed himself intangible. His powers were nearly restored, except of course..

"Damn him!" Malefic roared, as several Psion doctors jumped in fear.

Once he had had his telepathy stolen from him, making him a freak and outcast of Martian Society. Then his brother had returned it to him so that he'd once again be vulnerable to fire. The fire had nearly killed him, his body floating in space after his assault on his brother's allies. Then the Cyborg had found him and commissioned his servants to heal Malefic. Malefic had no delusions that the Cyborg wished to use him for his own ambitions, but that was fine with him. He sensed a kindred hatred in the Cyborg, which is why Malefic was willing to stay, for now. But soon, his brother would die, his allies would die, and then his adopted home would also die. At last, he would be the last Martian.

The last time he had seen Henshaw, Malefic was still in the healing chamber. From what he had been told, the Cyborg and Despero were attempting an invasion of the planet, Rann. It was not his fight, he would not intervene unless asked. Malefic returned to his hibernation chamber and closed his eyes, dreaming dreams most beings would consider nightmares.


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