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allstargal.livejournal.com

It's good to be home. After two weeks straight in New York City, it's good to be back in the clean air of George. Alas, the house is empty, her erstwhile housemate being as bad a workaholic as she is.

She thumbs through the mail, and settles on the couch with a glass of wine, ready to relax. The cat -- seemingly happy to see her -- jumps up on her lap. She pets him, until suddenly he leaps away and runs into the next room.

Danette is on her feet immediately, ready for an attack. She can feel another presence in the room.

And suddenly, it's there ... a shimmering globe hovering in front of her. Almost unbidden, she finds her hand reaching out to touch it.

blackest-knight.livejournal.com

Todd hasn't been dealing well with the news.

He lied. He said he was coming back, and now he's not. All of that, just to abandon us again.

Molly was upset, sure, but her words stuck with Todd. That Dad deserved a rest. That he'd done enough.

But it was bullshit. Dad would never just accept rest, or even death. He was too noble. Too obsessed with his work. It had been one of the things between them after the reunion. He could never make time for Todd and Jenny, what with all his JSA business.

I've lost more parents than most people have. Twice now.

He's tried the healthy ways of dealing. He's cried. He's talked. And Damon has been a wonderful help. But all this, the death, the failed revival, and most of all, the words of the Oans. That Todd and Jenny could bring Alan back. That all it took was the Willpower. Sure, Jenny hosted the Starheart, but it was Todd's fault that Dad wasn't back. Todd hadn't lent enough power. He was still too resentful, too bitter. Things had been better, sure. He'd forgiven Alan for most everything. But that didn't make the pain go away.

On some level, maybe Dad died because Todd wanted him to.

Maybe it really was...music?

Todd's contemplation is lost, as four distinct notes sound off from somewhere in the room. A room with no radio, no television, nothing.

A room with a floating silver ball.

"...Dad?"

dr-black-light.livejournal.com

(All news stations currently airing footage of the Cuba invasion suddenly cut to a live feed with the caption 'Live in Cuba'. On the video screen...well, the costume of the man suggests that of Kobra himself. The face of the man in the costume, however, should be recognized by the world as none other than Dr. Light.)

"Citizensss of the world. I am Lord Naga, ssssoverign ruler of Cuba.

'Many of you may have thought me dead, murdered at the handsss of Black Adam and his band of thugsss. I did, in fact, die...and have arisen again by the grace and will of Kali.

"Since my death, many of the world's so-called heroessss have opposed the plans of my organization - loyal followers whose role was to lure the world into a false sense of sssecurity.

"Your sssecurity is now at an end. Cuba, a once strong land that has grown as old and decrepit as it's leader, is now a ssssoverign nation under my direct command. You were told of this by my second in command, Slyther. And yet you still chose to defy my termsss.

(The camera pans over to show Sand Hawkins, Brainwave, and Caleb Zukov on camera, all surrounded by armed guards...then moves back to Kobra, with Ibn Head now being shown, trapped and bound inside a light construct.)

"The Justice Sssociety of America. The last ones to oppossse me before the ruler of Kahndaq...aided at the time, by the way, by the man called Brainwave...murdered me in cold blood. We have video proof of this...affront to our ssssociety."

(He looks at Ibn) "I've been told that this man...also among the adventurers...is a man of ssssome importance. To me...he is nothing."

(Ibn is unceremoniously thrown off camera by the light construct. Seconds later, Brainwave appears on the screen.)

"Thisss one, however, shall be tried in 15 minutes under Kobra law for aiding and abetting Black Adam of Khandaq in my murder. You will get to witnesssss this affront first hand, should your nationssss choose to air it."

"In the meantime, the 24 hour deadline that the United Nations has to accept my sssoverign rule has now shrunk to one hour. If we do not have confirmation that this has been done...well, we're well aware of the Green Lantern playing guard dog over Florida. Cuba is useful, but hardly the only ssssuch area. We will simply leave, take Cuba's nuclear sssstockpile WITH us, and obliterate the island and all of its inhabitantssss...which currently include the United States military stationed at Guantanamo as well as these fine representativessss of the Justice Society."

"You have one hour. Choosssse well. So speakssss Kobra."

jla-forgotten.livejournal.com

Waverider is breathless when he returns. He'd been warned not to exert himself, that the wounds he'd taken at the battle of Vanishing Point where immense, that he was lucky to be alive ...

None of it matters. He appears in the JSA infirmry in a golden blur.

"Vanishing Point is gone," he says sullenly. "I can't access it."

jla-villains.livejournal.com

Degaton's command ship -- a warship appropriated from the Warlords of Okaara -- hovers, like the rest of Vanishing Point, in a temporal "pocket." To do so otherwise would risk sliding into the future ... into the last remaining moments of the universe.

Consequently, the battle outside of his window is happening entirely at one precise instant ... a moment literally frozen in time. Degaton throws back his head. Sometimes temporal mechanics leave even his head hurting.

The soldiers and engineers around him are impassive, but the man himself is pensive, concerned at the raging war.

"How did Hunter raise an army so quickly?" he muses, but no one dares answer, nor does he expect them to. "No matter. Our forces are inside Vanishing Point, and when it is mine, we can execute the last chronal alterations ... stabilize the altered timelines into one coherent series of events. Rewrite history in my image."

HAIL DEGATON! the soldiers shout on cue. And at that, Degaton smiles.

"Yes," he says. "Hail Degaton. ... And if Hunter and his allies win."

He shrugs.

"There's always the backup plan."

There is no cheering at that. Indeed, the soldiers seem chilled to the bone.

jla-forgotten.livejournal.com

I'm called Rip Hunter. That's not my name. No one knows my true name, and I won't even record it here. Too much is at stake, and if it means I die forgotten, then so be it.

When Degaton's cat's paw, the Witch Queen, rose, Earth's heroes were destroyed. Those that survived pulled together to form The Justice Batallion, and now most of them have fallen, also.

The Witch Queen, like myself, had an identity shrouded in mystery -- untraceable by my best methods. Now, I know her name, but it may be too late.

I put my own pieces in place. The Forgotten Heroes -- champions already tossed between worlds and times. And so the shadow war began ... neither side knowing who the other's players were. But Degaton's forces grew too quickly, and his pawns caused chaos in timeline after timeline. Heroes fell. And then ... this.

Rip Hunter stops the log, and walks to Vanishing Point's observation deck. Outside, an armada thousands of starships strong stands poised to shield the chronal station. The Linear Men are dead, and his Forgotten Heroes are scattered across time. He's only had time to retrieve two of his agents.

"This is it," he says over the communicators. "If we fall here, I just want you to know it's been an honor to fight by your side."

Current Location: Vanishing Point

jla-goldenage.livejournal.com

Dr. Richard Occult takes politely of the feast Prince Khufu, the first incarnation of Hawkman, has provided to the weary travelers, but his attention remains fixed on his colleauges.

Hector Hall, the current (by his reckoning) incarnation of Fate eats not at all, refusing to remove his helmet. The chaos magicks that have infested his aura are growing stronger, making him edgy. So too is Gemma Marsters, after Arion's revelation that she may be destined to become the Witch Queen.

They wait for Nabu, whom Khufu has sent for. The delay in his arrival concerns Occult. Something is wrong.

The other shoe drops an hour into the meal, when an Egyptian messenger comes, sprinting into Khufu's tent.

"Your .. your highness ... It is Nabu. He has arrived, but .. he ... he ..."

The messenger stops, and catches his breath.

"Your highness, he is plagued by demons."

doctorfatejsa.livejournal.com

Degaton's soldiers from the future maintain their fire as they are buffeted by Firebrand's flame and Cyclone's torrent, protected by their force shields but clearly on the defense. But already, Johnny Quick seems to have fallen to them.

"I've had ENOUGH OF THIS!" Maxine screams, glaring at whatever enemies are left standing. "Have you?"

The force of her power holds the soldiers at bay ... but they're hardly the most dangerous threat on the field.

Yes says the voice of the seemingly-posessed Kent Nelson. I have had enough.

Seemingly oblivious to the the force of the wind, Doctor Fate moves toward Cyclone, his hands ablaze with mystic light, strands of energy arcing into hawk wings behind him.

allstargal.livejournal.com

Danette Reilly has been a lot of things in her more than eighty years on this earth -- a vulcanologist, a super hero, a spy. But none of it prepared her for this moment.

She sits at Mr. Terrific's counsel, and hits the emergency transmission. She doesn't want to do it -- she wants more time -- but there's protocols in place. Instructions in case disaster hits.

She has to trust that Terrific and the others knew ... know what they're doing.

She steels herself, and hits the first button -- putting all the JSA's reserve members on stand-by.

Then, she sends a secure transmission -- Oracle and active Justice League only.

"This is Firebrand for the Justice Society, requesting stand-by assistance. Repeat, this is Firebrand for the JSA, requesting the JSA remain on stand-by alert. The majority of the current JSA roster is Missing in Action. Team assets currently stand at myself, Hourman, Hawkgirl and Shining Knight."

She pauses, remembering the look on Sir Justin's face when he saw her. That's another conversation she's not looking forward to. She pushes it away, and continues.

"We also have in our care former JLA member Moon Maiden."

Whose file is AWFULLY skimpy, she thinks, but she pushes that thought away, too.

"Moon Maiden has sustained serious injuries. We've brought her back here, and have STAR medical personnel seeing to her."

One more deep breath.

"Transmitting emergency codes for request to stand-by for assistance. No action needed at this time."

She exhales.

"we're going to find them. Firebrand, out."

jla-goldenage.livejournal.com

Amazing-Man pilots the airship -- fastest thing they could get their hands on. Gets them from New York to Vegas in a matter of hours. That took some sweet talking to get the government to lend it out, but hey. You save the president enough times, and they're inclined to do you favors.

He glances behind him to the the mixed team -- his fellow All-Stars and the JSAers from the future. He's not entirely sure he believes that, but they seem on the level.

"We're coming up on the coordinates Fate was headed to,"he shouts back at the heroes. "Should send an advance party to investigate?"

jla-extras.livejournal.com

They wasted no time getting back to the headquarters ... the revelation that Degaton might be behind their current woes ... The All-Star Squadron found it motivating. None so much as Queen Hippolyta ... The Wonder Woman of the Golden Age ... who found the person she's become closest to in this age in mortal danger.

Except now comes a hero from the future ... Ted Grant, Wildcat. An old man now, but still a mighty warrior. She knew in her heart it was him, but still ... the waters of time were tricky, and she was not inclined to leave anything to chance.

The heroes moved swiftly above the New York rooftops, the citizens of the city staring up in awe at the sight.

It was the beginning of an age of wonders ... and everything still seemed new.

Including the Perisphere ... a stunning monument to the future.

And now, it seems the future has come.

allstargal.livejournal.com

"You see a lot of things when you're down in the dirt," says Firebrand. She glances at Terrific, making sure that she's allowed to continue down this narrative, and when he nods affirmatively, she continues.

"I was looking for The Society. More to the point, I was looking to find the people who hire them. Big time scumbags with lots of money. The Society's prices are high. Only a certain breed of criminal can hire them. I wanted to know who those people were."

She makes it sound like a personal mission. That she's working with a secret, black-ops superhero team? That doesn't come up.

She looks out the window of the hotel suite they've rented. It's getting dark, and the lights of Vegas are filling the skyline.

"So I started tracking movement of exotic weaponry. The kind supervillains use. There's a pretty brisk market out there. Then I came a cross a big shipment. Rocket Red parts, arsenals impounded from Kobra. All sorts of stuff."

She takes a drag of her cigarette.

"I did the homework, and found other shipments to the same warehouse. Sixty years ago, tied to a case with Degaton. Old news, right? No way. The handwriting on both invoices was the same. Then I asked around some, and his name kept coming up."

She takes another drag, and then faces the assembled heroes.

"He's been building an arsenal in at least two distinct points in time. I don't know why. That's when I figured it was time to pull in the big guns."

jla-extras.livejournal.com

Mr. Terrific was able to draw at least one connection between most of those attacked. The first three -- Nightstar, Lady Quark and Invisible Kid -- were from alternate universes, lost in this world through the quirk of interdimensional travel.

The attacks on Cyclone and Power Girl, he had less answer for, but he was bound and determined to find out. In the meantime, he charged Power Girl to lead a team to track down others known to originate from ... elsewhere.

The list was logner than you'd think. The Legion members were easy to find, and likely self-sufficient. The heroine Harbinger, once the assistant to The Monitor, was living on Themyscria, surrounded by Amazons. Probably safe, for the moment.

But one man, sighted recently in Atlanta, Georgia, assisting STAR Labs with a particle tracking technology, rocketed to the top of Terrific's potential target list ...

jsaboss.livejournal.com

The talk with Maxine Hunkel went well, and Michael Holt's got a good feeling about her. She's young and a little awkward, but she doesn't lack for enthusiasm. He's interested to see where things go.

The thought of new members has been on his mind, what with Sand leaving and Alan and Carter MIA. And then there was that report Jay brought back about that vision of Fate in the future. He's never met the man, but warnings from The Phantom Stranger, as he understands it, are something to take seriously. Michael's tried to reach Hector, but to no avail.

He tries to put it out of his mind. The team's needed some serious bonding time for a while, and seeing off Sand properly's as good an excuse as any. get the team refreshed and rejuvenated. Then they tackle their problems one at a time.

He walks from his office to the main lounge, to see who all's here.

Something in the back of his head tells him it'll be a late night.

mari-grayson.livejournal.com

There is no moment of silence, when so many are gathered to discuss the state of the multiverse, but there comes a time when the conversation is not quite so noisy. Nightstar flies above the heads of the attendees, landing before a draped painting. Judging by the size, the attendees may wonder if the hidden work is a lifesized portrait, but of who? Those most familiar with the Dreaming, and the Endless, may think of the paintings lining Dream's gallery, and what they are used for.

"Excuse me," Nightstar says politely, waiting until all (or at least most) have focused their attention on her. "Dream said that he would be willing to let you all have glimpses in the dreams of those who dwell in the multiverse. I'm afraid you won't be allowed to make any requests, and the glimpses may not last very long." She smiles ruefully. "I also don't know how much use you'll get out of what you see, but ... please pay attention?"

With that, she pulls the veil aside, revealing that the frame is, at first glance, empty.

And then the frame fills with images....

allstargal.livejournal.com

Danette takes another shot of whiskey, her eyes glued to the television set ... same as everybody else. This is a rough bar, but most of its patrons are old enough to have kids, and damaged enough to not be anywhere near them. There's a low growl throughout the room, punctuated by the occasional Where the Hell is the Justice League?

She says nothing. She knows the JLA, knows they're already knee-deep in this. People like this only really believe in the JLA when they can see them on TV, don't understand how much of their work is done out of sight. And then her mind falls silent for a second ... because the JLA has never really understood how much of her work was done out of their sight. She watched them come and go for decades, and they never knew she was there. They do now, but to most of them, she's a rumor. Less substantial than even Batman.

She was tempted to break radio silence when the plague hit ... call Terrific or Hawkman ... but no. She's not a super hero anymore. She's a spy. One of the best there is, and she's got a job to do.

The man she's here to meet is a surprisingly high-end black market arms dealer named Bruno Castellano. She knew him when he was younger and she was older. One of the advantages of having been restored to youth by magic is that bad people you knew when you were an old lady have no idea you'e the pretty young thing sitting beside them at the bar. You know everything about them, things that wouldn't appear in FBI files. They can be manipulated.

Bruno's a rough man in his 50s. He's got two kids, but they're both in their 20s. I have a daughter she thinks, before she remembers that her adopted daughter was, also, an old woman now, with a grown son of her own. And that she hasn't seen her in 60 years. The head and the heart are funny things sometimes.

The Society is her target, but eventually, she started looking at who wanted to hire them. The Society is pricey, and only a select few can afford their services. Someone out there is buying exotic weapons, and seeking their services. She doesn't think they've contacted the Society yet. But she's watching.

Because there are scarier people than Deathstroke out there. Much, much scarier ...

deadmanbrand.livejournal.com

There's distant thunder in the air. Jim Gordon looks up from the body of the dead old man, startled by the booming ruckus. With a grim resolve, he turns away from both the window and the body and turns his attention to the throw rug on the floor. With a nonchalant kick, he pushes it aside, revealing a trap door.

He takes a deep breath and absently reaches for the cigarettes that aren't there anymore. Scowling, he opens the door and descends, the invisible ghost travelling at his heels.

The rickety ladder descends to a stone passageway. There are no lights, but he carries a penlight in his jacket. Too many years in Gotham. There are rats, and webs, and small bits of rubble, but nothing for what feels like miles.

Until he comes to a solid oak door. It only takes a moment of picking to pop the lock -- again, too many years in Gotham. Beyond is a large room, at the center of which stands a stone altar. The bones have lain there for decades, unattended. Left to rot.

"Poor kid," says Jim, as he absently runs his gloved hands over the skull. "You deserved better than this."

He notices the drop in temperature in the room first, then an unearthly light that rises upward in a pillar, burning straight throught the roof, all the way into the night sky above. A scream seems to come from everywhere as a sickly black light erupts next, the two forces intertwined. Jim staggers backward as a claw seems to manifest from the light, clutching at him.

But before the demonic hand can grab at him, it's blocked by another -- the ghostly image of a blonde, teenage boy.

"Run," says the boy to Jim. "You've freed me, and I thank you, and now it's time for me to return the favor. Tell them he's coming. Tell them Wotan is free!"

Jim Gordon doesn't hesitate, running deep into the tunnels. Behind him there's an explosion.

Boston Brand, remaining to battle the force emerging into this world, is caught in the blast -- blinded for a moment by the sheer force of the energy wave. He blinks, and he's back in the Land of the Dead, his tie to the Earth severed.

And all across the Earth, the connection between the world and the forces of magic is severed.

sand-hawkins.livejournal.com

Michael picked a heck of a time to be off-planet.

When he heard the news about Alan, Sand's blood froze. But he also knew that through the shock and the grief, we needed to formulate a battle plan. And with Mr. Terrific in space on a mission, Sand took it upon himself, as a former chairman of the group, to call a meeting.

All hands on deck, as it were, including associates. He had also informed Oracle of the meeting as an FYI to the JLA and Titans, although with the Themiscyran war and the recent attack on the Tower, they had their own hands full as it was.

In fact, it was an incident reported at the warfront that brought a whole new angle to the proceedings.

He was first in the meeting room, preparing to greet those that would, and could, come.

Current Mood: determined
Current Location: JSA Brownstone

abluntobject.livejournal.com

Discussions of a base continue, locations, technology and all the rest. People considering a few of the ideas put out, and, of course, the ethical dilemma continues for some. All to be expected.

Trying to focus things again, Carter glances about, catching one person's eye after another.

"So, I believe we have a lot to discuss still... but we have a place to begin. Next time we meet, it should be in the beginnings of our own base. Does anyone have any more pressing questions, concerns, or need something to work on til then?"

jla-extras.livejournal.com

They've been waiting for the call. No one told them when or where, just that it was coming.

And then, each of them received notes giving them a place and a time -- a warehouse in New Jersey, well-away from anything else.

The note had only one instruction:

"It's time. Don't be seen."

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Savannah, Georgia

Lies my Parents Told Me

We interrupt our coverage of the Cuban crisis...

"Forgotten" -- Epilouge Three

"Forgotten" -- The Conclusion! *Part Two"

War's End ...

The Past is Prologue -- Ancient Egypt

Dr. Fate vs. The JSA -- World War II

The JSA Brownstone

Near Vegas

New York -- World War II

Vegas, baby

Atlanta, Georgia

The JSA Brownstone

Ἀποκάλυψις - The Lifting of the Veil

A Bar in the Middle of Nowhere, Nevada

Fawcett City -- Descending

JSA Emergency Meeting

Even more Elite

Called to New Jersey for a team with no name ...

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