JLA Watchtower (Archive)

From the flames emerged a giant foot.

Attached to the foot was something from a remade King Kong sequel.

50 ft, simian, and breathing flames, it tore through the police barricade.

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Okay, crap. Crap crap crap crap.

The chimp tears through the chaotic remains of the barricade, grabbing a bullhorn as he goes. If the thing is 50 feet tall, he's going to want to make sure he's heard. Particularly if that's the blue-monkey's kid.

Jesus, he doesn't want to think of the sort of biology that would lead to a giant firebreathing green gorilla to grow up into a tiny blue monkey.

He races towards the creature.

"Hey, Son of Kong!" he calls, instinctively switching to that creature's language -- without noticing that it's a different language than the space monkey's. "You don't really want all this fighting, do you? You'd rather be somewhere calm, right?"

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The ape's amplified voice manages to catch the giant ape's attention. It seems to actually be listening, and even nodding.

Unfortunately, a paniced deputy takes its distraction as an opprotunity to unload a couple shotgun shells into it- against orders.

It screams in pain, and re-enters the battle.

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Double-damn. The cop was a moron and didn't call in the cease-fire.

"YO!" he calls in English to the cops over the bullhorn. "JSA BUSINESS! FALL BACK AND RETREAT! THE JSA WILL HANDLE THIS!"

Then he turns back to the gorilla. "I'M TRYING TO GET THEM TO GO AWAY. I WANT TO HELP YOU."

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The beast looked back and forth between the Detective and the retreating police. Jayna was glad to find someone who spoke her tongue, but the memory of the bullets and concern for her brother was fresh in her mind.

Seemingly unable to decide between trust and fear, the giant ape turned and ran-leaping over the fire and away. She signaled for Zan to follow.

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Compared to a gargantuan gorilla, a living ice sculpture was an easy thing to miss. The glittering, sharp-edged figure darted out of the monster's shadow and darted after it.

Zan knew he was at a disadvantage when it came to keeping up with his sister's longer strides, so he hitched a ride on one hairy foot and began climbing toward her shoulder. He was feeling weak and light-headed. He hoped he could make it.

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The blue monkey screamed his rage and frustration at the uniformed officers, but he didn't have time to extract payment from their hides. Running flat out, he only just managed to grab one of Jayna's shaggy ankles, nearly getting himself squashed in the process.

Perhaps the odd one that looked so much like a Mripan meant well, but the results left much to be desired and he couldn't just let these two children run out into the desert alone.

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Jayna ran back to the hills, were the escape pod crashed. They seemed to be the only cover in this desert.

There she reverted to her natural form, and saw to Zan, "Zan. I'm sorry we didn't manage to get you any food. That driblock female, with the weapon..."

She roared in frustration

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Her twin reverted to flesh and blood, shuddering slightly. "I'm sorry that I landed us on this gods forsaken world. These people are as bad as the Jrxans. At least Gleek got back all right...Jayna, you're bleeding!" The sight of his sister's injuries -- slight as they were, for she'd been in a sturdier form when she'd been hit -- troubled Zan far more than his own. "Hold still, let me see."

The wounds across her biceps were minor, hardly more than deep abraisions, but that did little to alleviate Zan's distress. He was ice again in a moment, pressing one frozen palm to his sister's arm.

Zan was silent for a few moments, looking back the way that they'd come.

"Do you think they'll follow us?"

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"I..I don't know," she looked at where the freezing slowed the blood flow of her injuries, "If they do, we'll need to flee. Did you see the one who spoke the Tongue? If he can be believed, he said he wished to help. Perhaps his are the dominant species here, and the others are his slaves."

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"I don't think so, Jayna. They hardly seemed to notice that he was there. We wished to help our people too, remember? Look what it got us." He lifts his hand carefully, examining the injuries. The cold and the pressure seem to have done the trick; the bleeding has stopped. "Or if he was in charge, it might have been a trick."

Zan touches his sister's hand lightly, sighing as he reverts back to flesh and blood. So much form changing is tiring, but not so much as trying to keep a frozen shape in this heat.

"The shuttle is completely zelled. We're not getting off of this planet that way."

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The chimp is racing over the sand. The cops have apparently gotten the message. Hopefully, they'll even contact the JSA to verify that a talking chimp is on the payroll. He's not, of course... well, not fully... but hopefully it'll bring some of the other JSAers out.

He can hope.

In the meantime, he's running across the sands, trying to catch up with the giant green gorilla and its blue monkey... father?

The weird stuff always happens around Detective Chimp.

"Hey!" he calls into the loudspeaker, wincing at the volume as his head throbs. "Wait up! I think I've gotten them to leave you alone! Wait up! I just want to talk!"

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Zan curses softly and tries to rise to his feet. He goes to one knee before he manages to stand fully. He touches his sister's hand gently, going icy and razor-edged.

"Go on, Jayna," he says in a voice like breaking crystal. "I'll hold them off."

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"Not a chance, brother," Jayna asserted, "I swore I would never let anyone take you captive again. We didn't leave one slave planet, to just be taken again on a worse one."

"We will not incite violence with this one, but be ready to change"

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