... in New York City

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

Another war band, this one in New York, New York. The replicant army spreads loose throughout, as Lobo commands this rabble of part-automated maniacs. A group heads for the Empire State Building. Another goes for the Rockefeller Center.

One of the replicants, a copy of Huntress, stands on a destroyed plinth in the middle of Central Park, howling at the moon. There's no reason behind it except to cause terror. People run, and people hide, and are soon found by more and more replicants that proceed to attack and brutalise.

The honour-guard, the replicants Brainiac assigned especially to stay close to Lobo, await his command as their brethren go about tearing New York City apart.

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[fraggedyourmom.livejournal.com]

Lobo, for his part, is fine with these robo chumps runnin' around raisin' hell, but the first thing he said to this 'honor guard' was "get the frag outta my face and go kill things."

Which sets him free to make his big move, which includes bringing his hog to bear, wrapping a chain around the throat of the Statue of Liberty, and peeling out to tear the whole damn thing off of Ellis Island.

"FRAG YOU, MUDBALL! THE MAIN MAN'S IN TOWN!"

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

"Frag you, Lobo."

Arisia against Lobo? This probably isn't the smartest thing she's ever done but she'll be damned is she just stands back and lets this scuzzball do whatever he pleases to her adopted home town. A sheet of green energy shoots out from her ring to cut the chain off from the statue.

[fraggedyourmom.livejournal.com]

Figured as much.

A rocket launches from one of the eyes of the skull on the front of his hog, and it streaks out at blinding speed towards Staten Island.

"Go save some pukes, bitch. Get outta my face."

Lady Liberty is teetering dangerously, her legs wrenched backwards before the pulling stopped.

[brainiac-lives.livejournal.com]

The honour-guard look a little lost without their master, but take on secondary programmed skills. Search and destroy. And there's a lot to destroy in New York.

A Mid-Nite replicant finds a Macy's and puts it's head through the window before spraying its allocated canister of explosive fuel into the body of the store. "Burn."

[theotherlantern.livejournal.com]

A big emerald slingshot quickly forms around that replicant to fling him right into that fuel puddle, and locks him in a bubble with it.

"How about YOU burn?" John snaps before detonating it.

"They're ROBOTS!" he calls out over his League communicator. "Don't hold back!"

[brainiac-lives.livejournal.com]

"Hahahahaha! Robots?" A Flamebird replicant launches a motorbike in the direction of John. "Humans with cybernetic parts, Green Lantern! You are killing humans!"

[brainiac-lives.livejournal.com]

The Huntress replicant in Central Park stops howling, and breaks into a run, straight for a crowd of Tai Chi students who weren't fast enough to pack up there things and get the hell away. She unslings the crossbow she came packaged with.

[katavatar.livejournal.com]

And streaking out of the sky comes Hawkman, aiming to take her head clean off with a mace.

[brainiac-lives.livejournal.com]

Another replicant, this one looking like Jason Todd, is on hand to fire a shotgun at the airborne Hawkman. "Crash. Burn."

[midnite-md.livejournal.com]

This is a disaster. A horrifying disaster. And things wearing his colors are contributing to it.

This is not something Dr. Mid-Nite can fight, without sowing confusion and being hindered by misperceptions.

But this is something that Dr. Pieter Cross can help the city cope with. The indiscriminate violence is causing a lot of bloodshed... so he's doing his best to set up a field hospital that the injured can retreat to.

He'll deal with the fact that this is chilling him to the bone later. He doesn't have time to do it now.

[brainiac-lives.livejournal.com]

Arriving at the field hospital with an arm hanging off, and a mixture of replicant preserve and blood oozing from the stump, a Mid-Nite copy stands, looking at the real Mid-Nite. "Aid, please."

[midnite-md.livejournal.com]

The chill runs deep. A twisted reflection of himself.

"So you can resume your murder spree? No."

He knows this thing isn't alive. Even still, the Hippocratic Oath tugs at the back of his mind.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_black_canary_/]

Outrage fuels the Canary's Cry as she aims her sonic scream at a Mid-Nite replicant.

And people wonder why I hate technology....

[brainiac-lives.livejournal.com]

The replicant is blasted into shreds of metal and flesh, but is quickly replaced with another. In a car. Driving straight for Dinah.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_black_canary_/]

The Big Apple's streets are too crowded for her to blast directly at the car--it could go anywhere and hurt civilians--so she cartwheels quickly out of its way, drawing breath to try and take out one of its rear tires.

[brainiac-lives.livejournal.com]

One replicant, a copy of Jason Todd, has finished grappling with external security guards at the Empire State Building, and is now smashing through the doors, impervious the the bullets being fired at it. "Die." It picks up a piece of the shattered door, and flings the glass at one of the policemen behind it.

[beware-my-power.livejournal.com]

An emerald shield appears to intervene - the glass shattering harmlessly against the solid green plasma construct.

"What's the matter, weren't you programmed for manners?"

Hal's ring had detected the energy signature of a Sinestro Corps ring in the vicinity, but lives in immediate danger required his attention first.

[brainiac-lives.livejournal.com]

The Jason Todd replicants are fast showing to be the ones capable of calculation and analysis, as it takes two seconds to eye up the Green Lantern and change tactics. Brainiac is aware of the lore behind the Lantern Corps, but due to a preoccupation with Superman, has never seen fit to study them. Still...

The replicant draws a dagger from its hip, bright yellow in colour, and poises to throw.

[brainiac-lives.livejournal.com]

Is it never-ending? Another Huntress replicant has a group of hostages outside of the Museum of Natural History, and has primed an explosive crossbow bolt to end their miserable human existences. "Who is going to save you, pathetic humans?"

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

Contrary to his impressive size, and somewhat lumbering reputation, Wildcat lives up the latter half of his name and is able to sneak as stealthily as a panther hunting down its prey. As he is doing with this Huntress-copy outside one of his favourite museums. "Who's gonna save 'em? Me, maybe?!" He clocks her with a hard right to the back of the head.

[brainiac-lives.livejournal.com]

The replicant staggers forward from the rock-solid blow, but doesn't drop her crossbow. Rather, she whirls around and points it straight at Wildcat's chest. "Bullseye."

Continued From Above

[bewaresinestro.livejournal.com]

Sinestro skids to a halt, seemingly physically bested by John Stewart and Arisia. But he's grinning. What is he planning?!

"Perfect." Sinestro croons, his eyes pulsing with power. A pair of fire hydrants shatter, yellow ironwork guiding the streams of water to the two Green Lanterns! "Who would have thought that all it takes, Green Lanterns, is a steady stream of Earth's polluted water...to activate the weapon I shall use to SHATTER the Guardians's weak, worthless grip on this galaxy. feel it in your bones, my enemies! The power of the Paradox Mold!"

Where the water hits, on energy or a Green Lantern's body, the strange, yellow mold starts to grow. While it can be ripped off, it doesn't seem to stop, feeding off of the will and energy of each Lantern's own ring! Can they find a way to resolve the Paradox...before Sinestro recovers enough to bring about a fatal resolution to the question of their lives?!

Re: Continued From Above

[theotherlantern.livejournal.com]

What the hell?

John felt way too satisfied after clocking Sinestro in the face, but unfortunately the bastard is still chattering, so the jaw didn't break.

But this creepy yellow fungus quickly takes precedence. And using the ring against it makes it grow faster.

This could get ugly... but thankfully the mouthy jerk said something about needing water... hmmm...

GAH. This stuff hurts!

[last-joke-x.livejournal.com]

That feeling as if he had a hangover comes about him as Red jumps to his feet fast as he can to hear fighting still going on. From what he can tell, he hasn't been out for too long and he pulls a note pinned to his chest.

Sorry buddy. Try changing your costume to what the replicants aren't wearing.

"Good idea actually."

He did figure it'd saves time having to explain things all the time. So as he rushes towards the sound of the closest commotion and fighting, he picks up one of his full face helmets instead of the domino mask he's been wearing and some more body armor. The look seems much more of the Red Hood in an assault mode, but it would solve the confusion of him being thought immediately as a replicant.

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

As he rounds a corner, he comes face to face with an odd, but soon to be oft-repeated pastiche - a tall blonde in what could only be described as an obscenely short black skirt and matching uniform top, shooting another version of him in the face with one of two silver Colt .45's.