http://clear-thinker.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] clear-thinker.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] jla_watchtower2008-10-28 08:37 pm

Assault on the Rock : Rescue Team

As the Legion Satellite materializes in the strange yellow-orange space around the Rock of Eternity, Lyle moves for one of the airlocks, taking with him the team assembled for the rescue of Dreamer, Saturn Girl, and Teth-Adam.

The shadow demons are already swarming to the attack on the satellite, Mordru appearing somewhat prepared for the assault.

"Allright, ladies and gentlemen, we're headed for the cave down there in the rock. Omen, if you can cloak our minds, I will handle making us all invisible if everyone will stay close. Triad and I will use Plastic Man as a platform to get everyone down there. I can't project the invisibility beyond myself for long, so let's move quickly."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_black_canary_/ 2008-10-30 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"'Hey, rube?'" The Canary absentmindedly fends off an elbow smash.

[identity profile] jla-legion.livejournal.com 2008-10-30 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Circus talk, sweetie. Something me an' Batboy understand."

She gives an oddly flirtacious wink to Black Canary.

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2008-10-30 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Nightwing's surprise is tangible, as evidenced by his backflip that almost ends with him landing awkwardly.

"What the-- " He turns abruptly, straightening enough to see the captive, before loosing another taser 'rang at a wouldbe opportunist. Then it hits him. "Boston Brand?"

[identity profile] deadmanbrand.livejournal.com 2008-10-30 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
A ghostly form - visible, here on the Rock of Eternity - exits the buxom blonde's form, allowing her to slump into unconsciousness.

"In the strictly proverbial flesh. The Stranger asked me to hang around here and feed tall, dark and crazy bad information. Pretty easy gig."

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2008-10-30 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
He launches from the ground, using the body of a downed demon as a springboard to approach the now-unconscious captive. When he comes back down onto his feet, he's grinning. "What'd you tell him?"

[identity profile] deadmanbrand.livejournal.com 2008-10-30 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, for starters, he thinks he's gonna win. Let's disabuse him of that notion - you bring the psychic mojo?"

[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com 2008-10-30 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
He gestures briefly back down the hallway, before setting about picking the shackles. "Omen's here with us, keeping our infiltration quiet."

[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com 2008-10-30 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
Wildcat overhears Nightwing and Deadman's chat, and his lip curls up in an appreciative snarl. These kids certainly plan well. Not that he minded just being the hired help for once. He snaps the neck of his shadow demon, and goes for a running tackle on another one.

[identity profile] the-hawkgirl.livejournal.com 2008-10-30 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Let them do what they're good at doing.

Hawkgirl will do what she's good at.

And that, which is completely evident by the way she smashes through the shadow demons with her Nth metal mace - is being the muscle.