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The roof didn't have wheelchair access, but that's what power rings were for.
The building had been rebuilt a whole lot of times and in the last refit there had been a number of alterations. The basement was Arisa's pad, the ground floor was Warriors and the second story was Guy and Tora's place. The roof had once sported a private helicopter pad, during Guy's days as Warrior, but that was a few demolitions ago. After that it had featured a structure that served as a third apartment rented out by a rookie Lantern. Now it was just an open space used in common by the tenants. So Guy was putting it to use today.

The sunset over the city was a nice touch to the scene as Guy floated a cooler of beers to where they sat. Burgers grilled over a hibatchi, attended by a monkey in a chef's hat and apron, while a few gibbons made sure Tora had enough pillows and refilled her drink.

Getting in and out of the wheelchair still smarted allot, but the JLA medical facility coupled with Arisa's healing techniques had demoted life-long injuries into something that he just had to be patient with for a few more days.

"Ow."
Ok maybe a week or so.

Settling down, Guy soaks in the fading light of the day, the smell of cooking burgers and best of all, the sight of Tora.

"There's no place like home."

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"Since becoming more machine that man all I have ever wanted is death. Complete and utter oblivion." The Cyborg Superman stands at the Rannian High Council table, within what remains of the governmental buildings of the planet. Due to his nature he is unaffected by the toxic swamp surrounding and permeating the building, and he presumes that Malefic, Despero and the members of the Sinestro Corps have their own means of protection as he addresses them.

"That changed when I was given the Rannian opportunity. I craved life. Not my own, but the ability to create life in whatever way I saw fit. To be a god of a planet lacking life, inhospitable to life, opposed to life, and yet possessing the life that I create to suit it. I knew that by doing so I would create enemies, which is why I forged pacts with numerous races, with your aid of course, and so I have become a god with you as fellow members of our Neo Rann pantheon." The Cyborg raises his hands to gesture to those few with him. Gods over nothing. He's either insane or... No, he's insane.

"Luthor worked on what we needed him to work on. Now he is gone and that is no bad thing. Humans contaminate and despoil." He seems oblivious to the poisonous land around him. "The Green Lantern was oblivious to my freedom at the hands of his commanders, the Guardians. His knowledge of galactic events was lacking. Therefore his escape also is less important than the heroes I'm sure anticipate. We now sit at the cusp of a war with Earth over wrongs they believe we have committed against them, and do you know what I think of a war with Earth...?"

He pauses.

"I think a war with Earth would be complete and utter stupidity. We have them at an impasse that they cannot break for fear of our reprisal, so why goad them into attacking? We have what we want here. To attack Earth would only serve the purpose of drawing the ire of enemies I do not wish to face. You may feel different however, and that is why you are here. We should act as counsel to one another. War or peace, gentlemen?"

Current Location: Rann

beware-my-power.livejournal.com

The small rescue squad appears in the Alpha Centauri system, cloaked in magic to prevent detection, and invisibly encased within a power bubble provided by Green Lantern. Hal's ring passively scans, looking for traces of human life signs or Guy's ring - chirping when it has found both.

"Alright, team, we've got our targets."

The inside of the bubble shifts into a heads-up display, visible to the passengers. Small glowing dots appear, on the surface of Rann.

"We've got human life signs here and here - Lex and Guy - and we've got a Green Lantern power ring here. Our main objectives are Guy, first and foremost, and his ring, secondary. Since it'll be a lot easier to get him out if he's got the ring. Once we've got those things, we get out. Any reconnaissance you can do at the same time is great, but this is a rescue mission. Questions?"

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Gleen was annoyed. Before the Cyborg recruited the human imprisoned on Oa, HE was the one in charge of their genetic engineering projects. Now, now this..this..arrogant, bald monkey was given reign over the project. There wasn't a species in the galaxy that were greater practitioners of the art of genetic engineering than the Krolotean Gremlins.

Still, what the Cyborg asked bordered on the impossible. He literally wanted to create brand new unique, lifeforms. Anyone even remotely aquainted with the science would tell you that you can't make something from nothing. You can meld DNA, you can evolve DNA, or you can alter DNA to such an extent that the end result would not even remotely resemble the parent subject. However, you cannot create something from nothing, it was scientifically unfeasible. Henshaw would be better off turning to magic if he wanted something from nothing.

Gleen sighed at the insanity of it. Still, the venture was not a total dissappointment. He had aquired enough knowledge of Psion scientific tenchniques to justify this venture. Also, the run-in with the Green Lantern was an unexpected bonus. Malefic wanted to know if the Lantern had alerted his fellows to the events on Rann, as well as any other significant information he could pry from the human. Gleen didn't think for a minute that he would learn anything fruitful. Green Lanterns were notoriously hard to break.

Gleen smiled as he reached the interrogation room and its unconscious prisoner. Gardner's ring was removed and locked inside an energy field. He was bound on a metal operating table, arms and legs spread. The table itself was positioned so that the prisoner could face his interrogator face-to-face. Gleen had accessed his ring's knowledge on the human, and despite himself he found the human's history interesting. Yes, this would be fun.

With little fanfare he walked up to the unconscious prisoner and gave the man a swift backhand to the face.

"Wake up, monkey. You've slept long enough."

Current Location: Rann, Occupation Headquarters

scourge-of-mars.livejournal.com

The Cyborg was busy conversing with their new ally, though Malefic was hesitant to consider the human that just yet. While he was away, Henshaw had commissioned him to take charge of the surface occupation of the planet. In truth it was not a difficult task considering the population's evacuation, but you never knew. However, his immediate goal was to apprehend the Green Lantern, Guy Gardner.

Since his attack on the Psion mothership, the Lantern preceded to make a nuisance of himself. Attacking facilities, destroying Chemos, basically anything he could do to piss them off. Malefic had had enough, it was time to end it.

"Gleen, take your two compatriots and bring back Gardner. Alive if possible, dead, just as well. His disruption ends here."

Current Location: Rann, Surface Headquarters

scourge-of-mars.livejournal.com

Ma'alefa'ak could feel it, his body was nearly healed of its wounds. The burn scars on his body, a souvenir from his last battle with his brother, were nearly gone. His strength, almost returned, he could feel his the pinpricks of energy as he tested his connection to his Martian vision. He stretched and morphed his arm into a serrated blade, then willed himself intangible. His powers were nearly restored, except of course..

"Damn him!" Malefic roared, as several Psion doctors jumped in fear.

Once he had had his telepathy stolen from him, making him a freak and outcast of Martian Society. Then his brother had returned it to him so that he'd once again be vulnerable to fire. The fire had nearly killed him, his body floating in space after his assault on his brother's allies. Then the Cyborg had found him and commissioned his servants to heal Malefic. Malefic had no delusions that the Cyborg wished to use him for his own ambitions, but that was fine with him. He sensed a kindred hatred in the Cyborg, which is why Malefic was willing to stay, for now. But soon, his brother would die, his allies would die, and then his adopted home would also die. At last, he would be the last Martian.

The last time he had seen Henshaw, Malefic was still in the healing chamber. From what he had been told, the Cyborg and Despero were attempting an invasion of the planet, Rann. It was not his fight, he would not intervene unless asked. Malefic returned to his hibernation chamber and closed his eyes, dreaming dreams most beings would consider nightmares.

Current Location: Psion Mothership in Orbit around Rann

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Entries tagged with gleen

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