[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] j-onn-j-onzz.livejournal.com
Espionage is something J'onn is uniquely suited for.  Invisibility.  The ability to shapeshift.  Mindreading.   Being able to appear as anyone...or to simply not appear at all.

J'onn speaks a silent prayer that these abilities will be enough.

He made a conscious choice to come into the city from the opposite side of where he know Robin and some other comrades were currently located.   He was trying to find the area that he saw in the vision...and by that, hoping to find Blackfire. 
[identity profile] azure-avenger.livejournal.com
Beetle sets the Bug down on a hill - the lights of Gotham would be visible from here, if not for Grodd's actions at the power plant. Still, there's a few disturbingly orange glows reflecting off the clouds overhead - the first signs of Darkseid claiming the city for his own.

The unaffected population of Gotham has been, for the most part, evacuated thanks to the quick thinking of Dr. Fate - Bludhaven emergency responders are already tending to the injured nearby.

So now, the heroes - and possibly some of the villains - have breathing room to actually come up with a plan.
[identity profile] keystonesfinest.livejournal.com
 Dr. Alchemy sits atop the Gothic Revival Tribune Tower in Chicago, legs dangling over the edge of the tall ledge he's perched on, the Philosopher's Stone in one hand, and a smaller book than usual in the other. He's having to use a metal clip to keep the pages open where he wants them, given the high winds this far up, so he's less than happy. Any damage to a book puts Alchemy in a bad mood.

He reads from his book; Atlas Shrugged. "Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper’s bell of an approaching looter. So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another–their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun. What an interesting philosophy…" Alchemy doesn't even look up as he activates the philosopher's stone, and the walls of the Chicago Mutual Bank turn into oxygen, exposing the vaults to the public.

"When you have made evil the means of survival, do not expect men to remain good. Do not expect them to stay moral and lose their lives for the purpose of becoming the fodder of the immoral. Do not expect them to produce, when production is punished and looting rewarded. Do not ask, ‘Who is destroying the world? You are."  He sniffs. "I merely change the world. I destroy nothing. This Rand woman has some gaps in her knowledge." Again without looking, he clutches the stone and the roads beneath him begin to change into mercury.


Meanwhile, other villains, rogues and criminals run rampant throughout Chicago, all intent on causing the largest distraction possible for the Justice League.
[identity profile] j-onn-j-onzz.livejournal.com
J'onn had been working on some things, being at the ready for the heroes return, when...well, they returned.

"It is good to see you home."  J'onn said, doing a quick head count.  "Were you successful?"
[identity profile] j-onn-j-onzz.livejournal.com
J'onn was one of the first to react to Hal's summons.   When hearing the explanation, the glimmer of hope...something that J'onn, despite everything, has been able to find on a regular basis...resonated in J'onn's mind.

It very well might not be Batman.   But it COULD be.

However, Hell was not exactly the best place for a pyrophobe to be.  J'onn had already known that he would be the mental link, the tether, that would help to bring the team back if Wotan was as duplicitous as his reputation said it was.

"When Romaine killed Terry Sloane,"  J'onn told those assembled, "he did it in Jay Garrick's body.  It is not out of the realm of possibility that he might try to possess one of you, especially if you somehow get separated in the battle.  Try to stay paired up as much as possible, even in the chaos of it all.   Even if he has newfound power, he is likely to default to what he is comfortable and familiar with."
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_darkknight_/
Not his ideal venue, not his first choice of a secure environment, but if Stephanie is more - or less - than what she seems, Batman could scarcely find a place with better access to the world's most powerful beings than the JLA Watchtower. The place also houses mystics and a damned good telepath in the Martian Manhunter. Here he can get answers.

A hand on Spoiler's shoulder the whole way, Batman barely twitches in the aftermath of the stomach-twisting teleporter trip, and once they're in place (perhaps the very second he is solid enough to move) he starts long-legged strides toward the conference room.

"Don't touch a damned thing or say a damned thing without permission," he advises in a low growl that implies at the end, or else.

But once they're at the conference room? He lets her go in alone.
[identity profile] cosmiccourtney.livejournal.com
Stargirl doesn't do solo patrols often that much anymore. Normally, because she finds them to be utterly boring beyond belief, especially if there's no one around to talk to when the city's quiet.

But after everything that's happened recently...the peace and quiet doesn't seem all that bad.

Flying over a skyscraper, Courtney lands on the roof and sits, dangling her legs off the edge, letting the cosmic staff just rest off to her left side. Propping her elbows up on her thighs, she places her chin in her hands and just gazes off into the distance, staring somewhat blankly at the lights of the city flashing in the night.
[identity profile] jla-glcorps.livejournal.com
The Green Lantern Corps has reconvened on Oa, treating their wounded and making preparations to pursue the Sinestro Corps - all their plans to strike before the Sinestro Corps makes another move have become suddenly moot.

The voice of one of the Guardians manifests from every active Green Lantern ring, accompanied by a tiny representation of the Guardian's head.

"Attention all Green Lanterns. We have detected a critical galactic threat. The Sinestro Corps has invaded Earth in Sector 2814 - and the Anti-Monitor has manifested in this universe on that planet. All active duty Green Lanterns are to report to planet Earth and engage the Sinestro Corps."

After the announcement, Ganthet turns to his brethren.

"And with the Anti-Monitor, the Green Lanterns will not be enough. We must prepare to go, ourselves."
[identity profile] azure-avenger.livejournal.com
It's Ted's turn on monitor duty, and there's going to be an interview for a new Leaguer today, so the job of making sure everything's in order for that falls to him by default. The fast food wrappers get moved from the meeting table to the incinerator - totally not cheating on his heart-healthy diet, honest! - and he prepares the teleporters for incoming arrivals.

Thirty minutes to go.
[identity profile] toraolafsdotter.livejournal.com
Two figures shimmer into place on the teleport platform, in the midst of conversation.

"... sure that he won't find anything wrong with me."

Tora is trying to be understanding about all of this, but there's a faint note of exasperation in her words.
[identity profile] dr-nee.livejournal.com
Roy had got a call from Oliver saying that he need to have a word, after the whole deal with The Skinner the two of them had actually gotten close. Pulling up to the Queen house he wondered what this 'talk' was all about.

Not even bothering to knock before he entered, he walked into the modest  house that the older hero shared with Mia and Connor, following his noes he made his way into the kitchen where Ollie stood at the stove putting together a pot of his infamous chilli.

"How long till it's ready?" He asked sitting at the round table, helmet and biker jacket already left in the hall.
[identity profile] monstersociety.livejournal.com
"What would Kobra do to a pretender to the throne of his worldwide terrorist organisation?" Dr. Light curls his right hand in a fist, and brings it down to celebrate getting the right question/answer. "Jeopardy!!"

Arthur Light is alone in a dark cell within the Brownstone, not that he knows that. Since his capture by Jade and Hourman, he has completely forgotten where he is or what he was doing when he met the two superheroes, and in fact, barely recalls his tenure as the leader of Kobra. He does recall being thrown into one of Kobra's Lazarus Pits though, once the true Kobra returned... And the subsequent horrific pain that it caused him. But the mental debilitation (or insanity, as some might call it) that it caused him has gone so far unnoticed by the costumed villain.

And he hasn't actually explained to anyone how he has returned to this less than subtle villainous state, partly because of his loss of memory, but also because none of the JSA have got around to speaking with him yet. As far as things go, a ga-ga Dr. Light is low on the priority list of the local heroic community.

A dim light is switched on outside of his cell. Not enough for Arthur to draw power from, but enough to awaken him back to a state of semi-normality, and focus on the hero looking at him. "Are you Alex Trebek?"
[identity profile] jla-futures.livejournal.com
When the white light clears away this time, the abductees find themselves standing in an environment that is, if possible, even blander than the soul-destroying corporate cube farm. The horizon and sky--or is it a ceiling?--overhead are smooth and white, though with a slight curve to it suggesting that they are looking up at the inside of an enormous eggshell.

The floor, however, is not quite so featureless, though still quite bland. It seems to be made up of oval tiles, a pale cream in color, fit together quite closely. Each of the abductees can feel a slight thrumming vibration beneath their feet, suggestive of an orchestra tuning up.
[identity profile] anaturalgreen.livejournal.com
Blazing a spiraling green trail across the sky, Jade speeds through the air, honing in on the location of Beetle's high tech craft.

She can't help but smile as the wind rushes through her hair, and executes a perfect barrel roll before gliding to a halt just outside one of the craft's windows.

A gentle tapping on the glass.

"Little pig, little pig, let me in..."
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/
Flamebird is in the Titans communications center. The computers are running all of the information she has from Oracle and everything she's put in there as well, though admittedly it hasn't been that much. She has a cup of coffee in her hand that has gone cold as she's staring at the screen as information continues to scroll across the screen.

"Blue Beetle?" She's not seeing anything. Then again, she doesn't do these things, she doesn't see patterns in data. That isn't something she does. "Oracle? Donna? Do any of you see anything? I really have nothing here."

C'mon. There has to be SOMETHING here. She has to be able to find something.

[identity profile] martian-hunter.livejournal.com
"This is Martian Manhunter to all active and reservist JLA members.  We have a situation that needs immediate investigation.  Several metahumans are known to be missing and I am certain there are others.   I would reccomend all available JLA members report to the Watchtower as soon as possible with whatever information you have."

With that, J'onn activates the device on his communicator.  There is a flash of light and he is instantly teleported to the Watchtower.  Once on sight, he moves in a direct line to the conference room.   
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
One by one, tracers are dropping offline.
Communications cut off mid-stream.

The reports have begun to trickle in -- heroes have begun to disappear.


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