JLA Watchtower (Archive)

Loud heavy footsteps signal the arrival of a second individual.

"Dr. Sivana." General Eiling says in greeting. Rather than make a makeshift chair, he simply sits Indian style on the ground. He feels little in the way of cold or stone, so the position doesn't bother him. "Punctual as always. Deathstroke should be joining us soon, but in the meantime I can brief you on what you need to know."

Edited Date: 2010-11-30 06:00 pm (UTC)

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"Already here General." Deathstroke says, his voice coming from behind. Deathstroke leans back on a tree, "But go ahead with the briefing."

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"I know enough. You finally decided to give up that pretension of honor, Slade, and combat the heroes with the ruthless efficiency you used to be so good at. I wholeheartedly approve."

Sivana tents his fingers, smiling.

"Of course, I don't give a flying fig whether the heroes live or die, with the exception of the Marvels, but assuming your plan is a good one, I'll be happy to do my part, and I will encourage the rest of the Monster Society to do the same."

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"I have a weapon that may be able to hurt Superman and the Marvels. I'll explain the full plan later, but what I can reveal before I know our full roster is that we attack their bases of power, shake the foundations. We'll make surgical strikes on their allies, and as the Justice League runs to counter our moves, we'll leave as they arrive, hit everywhere they aren't until they're run ragged. Then, we hit them with everything in our arsenal." Deathstroke explained, holding up a schematic of the railgun stolen from the Navy. "Can you duplicate it and increase it's power?"

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"It's a pretty little popgun. Certainly, I can improve on the design."

Sivana leans forward as he speaks, adjusting his glasses to peer at the schematics, before turning his attention to Eiling.

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Eiling momentarily blinks in surprise at Deathstroke's appearance, but quickly composes himself.

"What we're proposing doctor is an end to all this 'Society' nonsense." Eiling pulls a massive cigar from his shirt pocket. "No more 'criminal union' bullshit. We left the Society because we wanted to take the fight to the 'heroes' while pencil-pushers like Calculator whined about profits and 'protecting themselves'."

Eiling takes a lighter, large by average human standards, looked average in the General's hands. He looked at Deathstroke as he lit the cigar.

"But that's all changing, Sivana. We're finally going to war. To do this, we're forming a League of our own, an Injustice League. Except this time there won't be an egomaniac Luthor mucking up the works. While's Slade's the overall coordinator, several of us we will be on an Inner Circle. Myself, Grodd, Karu-Sil-leader of a group of displaced Sinestro Corpsmen, and yourself should you agree to join."

He takes a puff of his cigar before continuing.

"I'll stop there for the moment if you have any questions. We can discuss..other matters later."

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Sivana snorts.

"Let's not kid ourselves. The Society isn't going anywhere. And there's a place for an organization like that - a meta-mob. But if all crime is organized, then it's hard to keep people on their toes. You become predictable. So something like this has its place, just to remind people that we are dangerous and unpredictable."

He shrugs.

"I get first crack at any technology we liberate from the heroes. Agreed?"

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Deathstroke raises an eyebrow at the popgun comment, but nodded his approval that the designs could be improved. "If you're on our side, you can get first crack at Green Lantern's ring for all I care."

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Eiling shares a brief look with Slade, also a little annoyed by Sivana's seeming disregard for their newly acquired weapon. He really shouldn't be surprised. Sivana was a scientist, they build weapons, but do not appreciate their power. Only someone who's ever used said weapons can truly appreciate them.

"Just for clarification, Dr. Sivana. This is not some meta-mob, if it was I sure as hell wouldn't be a part of it. This group is being formed for one purpose: To see those self-righteous little shits drown in their own blood!" Eiling takes a deep breath, and a drag from his cigar, and calms down. "After the 'herd' is thinned to our satisfaction, what we individually wish to do is our choice."

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Sivana's brow furrows with annoyance.

"No, /this/ isn't the meta-mob, that's precisely my point. The Society is. Try and keep up, Eiling. Now, is there anything else?"

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Eiling resists the urge to pop the arrogant bastard's head like a zit, but reminds himself of the big picture.

"Simply a clarification, Sivana. I wanted you to understand that in every sense, this will be a war." Eiling turns to Deathstroke. "Anything you want to add, Wilson?"

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"Firstly, I accept your conditions Sivana. Second, I want to fold as much of the Monster Society in as possible, the exception being Light. He's unstable, he's not fit for anything other that rotting. If it's necessary, I'll bring more than enough muscle to bury him without effort. Third, I want to find Prometheus, and no one has any idea where he is, can you point me in the right direction?"

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"I can convince Arthur to occupy his time elsewhere, but you'd be a fool to have him killed. It's one thing that we all know we can't trust one another - it's quite another thing to underline that point with a corpse."

Sivana nods, in response to the question.

"He has a communicator I can contact. I'll send you the frequency."

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"Thanks." Deathstroke said with a nod, "Here's our comminicator." Deathstroke said, tossing a small device towards Sivana, "It can tell you how to get to our Headquarters." After a moments pause he added, "Sick of all this running around, think you could build a teleport?"

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"I've had some success researching a version of the Apokoliptian Boom Tube technology. I used it against your minions at the Iron Heights breakout a while back."

Sivana smiles, a ratlike grin.

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"Not my op." Deathstroke said cooly. "But now that you mention it I remember hearing some people bitching about it a while back." Slade grinned a bit at the memory, "By the way, before we go, you have any cheap muscle we can get?"

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Eiling turns at Deathstroke's question.

"When you say 'muscle' do you mean potential recruits or expendable peons?"

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"I'm sure we can rustle up something. Robots are cheap, and I imagine we can always offer Grundy a Baby Ruth."

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"Both." Deathstroke replies to Eiling, and chuckles at Sivanna's idea.

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"I can also recommend Mammoth. Dumb as a stump, but he can help with the heavy lifting. Girder, out of Keystone, too."

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"Atomic Skull's been looking for work ever since he failed to bag that bounty on Sand's head. Nearly as strong as Superman and smart enough to follow orders."

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Slade nodded his agreement, "General, would you mind doing the recruiting for them?" He asked, glancing sideways at the 12-foot man. "Anyway, I can see were just about done here, anything else?"

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"Not a problem. Locating Mammoth and Girder shouldn't be a problem. I admit I have no idea where Grundy's holed up, so I'll have to look further into that. I've been in contact with the Skull so bringing him on board shouldn't be a problem."

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"If you want Grundy, try dragging Slaughter Swamp. He always ends up there sooner or later."

Sivana nods at Deathstroke's assessment.

"I'll have your modified weapon prototype in a week, and then it shouldn't take long to produce the additional units."

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"Great" Deathstroke said, "As soon as we're ready to fold in the rest of the Monster Society, contact us, and we can give any help you need."

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"I'll be in touch."

Sivana stands, gesturing to his robot assistants - they move to flank him as he activates a device on a wristband, opening a gateway pretty similar to the Boom tubes. With a final half-hearted wave, he departs.

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Before leaving himself he turns to Eiling, "Even though Sivana may be trustworthy, I want you to wargame options if he isn't. I don't want any angles uncovered."

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"You read my mind." Eiling agreed completely. He wasn't about to let a weasel like Sivana cost them this chance. "Also, two things before you go. I got a silent communique from Karu-Sil."

Eiling hands Slade the device.

"The message is on there, I didn't think it wise to play it in front of Sivana. The second is a question-Just want are you planning to do with those heavies you asked about?"

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Slade is about to turn on the device when he replies. "We need muscle to take the heroes head on, as we eventually will. The heavies will form our front line, occupying the heroes until we bury them in a pile of pissed off Supervillain."

Slade actiavtes the device, "Guessing you got the device but there was a problem."

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Karu-Sil's voice comes through the other end. Her pride was clearly a bit stung about not getting the device quietly, but she put it aside for the moment.

"Yes, I retrieved the unit per your instructions. However, someone attempted to interfere, a boy in a blue-armored suit. I made certain to plant the idea that I was stole the Amazo for my own uses, he has no idea I was doing it for someone else."

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"Hm. I'll look into this blue kid. Not your best work, but good job anyway." Slade says, "Report back to base."

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Karu-Sil holds back the urge to hiss.

"Very well. On another note, Moose grows..anxious. For battle, to spread fear. Grodd has managed to calm him telepathically, but his animalisitic mind is beginning to win out over the need for caution."

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