Young Justice RP :: semi lit

LeBlanc was sitting silently,his fingers steepled before his mouth. He had a plan... "Ladies,gentlemen. While Two-Face is a...Weaker link than most,he is still a valuable asset. We need a plan,and I'm happy to oblige."


~~~


Johnathan,now guised as Singularity,marched with the squad to the teleporter room. He put on his helmet,and started checking his equipment. As he entered the teleporter room,he saw a young woman,and heard her story. "Well,just peachy. Please tell me we have automated defenses for the base."


 
Legs was fast to catch on, as she scanned over Flare urgently, making the girl slightly curl in on herself from the gaze. The winged man and Legs had the same question and Flare shook her head, Silver Banshee wasn’t there, at least, to her knowledge. Batgirl had said her name when she came in, yet she was still surprised when the man once again called on her. Fidgeting, she rubbed her hands together before looking at the team once again, “I’m not sure it will be her, but I know she knows.” she noted, still not ready to give herself completely away.


“This isn’t really the time for this, is it? I just know she knows, and I don’t know what she’s going to do about it.” Flare ended up speaking a little bit louder than she wanted to and rubbed at her mouth sheepishly, meeting eyes with Batgirl in hopes she would trust her.
 
"Wait, you're tellin' me I took Thor's head off!?" he shouted, this time coughing up a little coagulated blood.


The youth was astonished at the idea of it, and hardly seemed like the type that could pull it off.
 
In accordance to Singularity's statement, Batgirl replied, "Yes, we do. The teleporters recognized her signature; however, now is not the time to go into specifics," Batgirl was a bit shifty at Flare's sudden arrival, but nonetheless, she presumed that Flare had her own agenda--though the information was spotty at worst, it was still reliable. "I suppose this is something to bring up with League when we get there. The teleporters will take you all to the Hall of Justice, where Two-Face is currently contained, we leave from there,"


[[OOC: i'm stupid. the Hornets will be picked up at the base in Washington DC instead]]
 
"Okay, then lets get moving." Jacob said, ready to follow Batgirls lead. He didnt have time to drop off his extra weight though. Hopefully the weight of the weapon wouldnt mess with his flight.
 
Doctor Doom leaned into the back of his chair, "LeBlanc is correct, Joker. Two-Face is valuble asset to us, it would be a great misfortune to lose him, mind you hold your tongue," his very being commanded respect, and at his harsh words villains down the table froze in mid-breath. They knew what he was capable of and would never do such a foolish thing as challenge the Doctor. Doctor Doom took a deep breath and surveyed the table before moving on, "Silver Banshee, from your intelligence, what has your source told you about those who shall be accompanying our dear friend this evening?"
 
"Do you think she'll try to interfere with the Two-Face plan somehow?" Sheena asks, looking first at Batgirl, then back at Flare. "Do they know each other...does she work with them, or something?"
 
Joker answered in laughter to her statement, and Silver Banshee peered through her shag at the sardonic killer. Apparently his great idea was to leave Two-face in the dust of his own death and the girl gave a huff, stretching her arms out from their crossed position. She let out a small whine before Venom spoke, agreeing to the fact they had to save Two-face. When Leblanc also agreed with tented fingers, a grin formed on her face and she slid back into sitting properly.


That was until Doctor Doom had scolded him as well and sent her into a small giggle, stopping as he posed another question. Placing her hands on the edge of the table, her face was rather straight but her white eyes danced slightly.


“New Bat, New group…” Her fingers drummed across the edge to meet up and fold themselves on the lip.


“Eight or Nine of them…or was it seven?” a pause, “Powers, the lot of them! A knight, shifts, angel, robot…” she trailed. “In a protected squad car…” she notes quietly to herself.


~~


Flare finally recognized the man when Batgirl spoke to him about the security, the voice was hard to identify but she was sure it was the same person. Now, the person in the suit was walking despite them being badly injured in the vault only two days ago. Not one to ask questions (or answer them), Flare stood silent just as Batgirl started talking, about bringing up her story to the league.


Regret filled her in this instance; she didn’t realize that if she told them that she would end up having to tell other people. Normal people made her nervous but in a room full of heroes…especially if the mole was there…would be bad. Batgirl directed them back to The Hall of Justice and she slightly nodded, heading straight for the transporter she had come from. Still a little perturbed by the fact it recognized her, she was more focused on climbing in then on Legs’ question.
 
Rosa followed everyone into the teleportation room mentally readying herself for the next fight. The plans were ingrained in her mind and she had no doubt that she would do fine but it didn't hurt to think it over again. To be truthful Rosa really wasn't paying attention to her surroundings until everyone stopped and looked into the chamber. Flare was standing in the chamber and she had news.


Rosa listened to the whirlwind of conversation, becoming angrier. She wasn't sure how it would compromise the mission but she just hoped it didn't mean more planning.
 
LeBlanc checked his watch. His eye twiched. These people are wasting time! "Ladies,gentlemen,we need a plan now. The children will be moving Two-Face within the hour,I suspect."


~~~


Johnathan groaned. "Beautiful. Watch the systems get hacked. We need sentry guns." He walked into the teleporter to the Hall of Justice in DC. "So,Batgirl,you never answered my question. Do I need to know anything before we split up?"


 
Doctor Doom fell silent once again in careful contemplation, "Young Justice...sounds to me like a rag-tag team, carelessly thrown together in such a short period of time, novice and inexperienced. Yet their powers are something not to be underestimated so soon..." Doom crossed his leg and leaned on one elbow on the chair's arm and tapped his chin, "The Justice League is not assisting them? They would trust children with one our own's most influential. Curious...Is there nothing more you can share about our young deviants?"
 
One Cut shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He didn't like all this talk. When were they going to get to the action? He fiddled with the sword at his waist, a katana. His opinion on the matter is they should just intercept them as they left, and cut up anyone who stopped them. He knew they wouldn't like his simple plan, because it wasn't fancy as these people seemed to like. He really didn't care what they did as long as he got to cut something soon.


Finality noticed One Cut shifting around, and fiddling with his sword. He sighed, and whispered, "Cut it out you foolish oaf. Pay attention or you won't get to cut anything." "But, -" One Cut tried to reply, but Finality cut him off with, "Shh..." Finality went back to writing up his plan, a complex set of traps and ambushes set to drive them wherever they might wish. By redirecting them to a different area, they could potentially force those so called "heroes" to fight them en-mass. "Hmm..." he vaguely sounded, as he came up with a multitude of ways they could take advantage of such a tactic.
 
Deadeye followed close to Singularity since they had to work together on this assignment. A few moments later, they meet up with Flare. Deadeye was at the back of the group and didn't feel like chatting right now. He just listened and watched everything pan out. Mentioning that the villains are up to something, a few information cycles in Deadeye's thoughts. He did work for them before. He was familiar with the basic tendencies of many of them. Deadeye was expecting a swift ambush and felt compelled to tell them. "People like them are impatient and conceited." he said. "Most of them would prefer a head-on attack if they DID have any intention of rescuing Two-Face... If it was me, I'd just send someone to kill him so this bloody mess would be over with." he aired out.


~~


Crossing his legs and leaning on his hand as he placed his elbow on the armrest, Robert Sullivan plainly addressed his concerns. "I don't see the need to rescue him from a predicament he has placed on himself." he gestured to further explain. "But if you really must, I suggest a simple plan." he said. He paused for a moment. "If I may, we should probably have a group of drones hinder their advance. After which, another team can ambush them from their flanks. A third group should be ready to deal with their reinforcements." he added. "We can't move carelessly though. Many among them would be able to detect us if we approach them casually." he said and waited for his colleagues opinions.
 
Foot-steps were echoed within the dark hall, and a new powerful presence was felt, almost matching Doctor Doom's. He walked within sight, and Ras al Ghul came with a stern look upon his face. "I concur with Sullivan's plan. Charging in with our spears will decimate our advantage. They know we're coming and will have plans in motion before we do." He took his seat and addressed the rest of the group. "I apologise for my late arrival. My business far East has been more pressing at late. But i do have good news. Riots have been breaking out in Latvaria. Eventually the country will be under a lot of strain and fall into ruin. While the chaos ensues, my agents will take action and we will have a strong foothold in the area as well as contacts in the United Nations."
 
LeBlanc felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out,and declared, "This is Anonymous."After a brief moment,he said, "Release the UAV. No,the custom one. Follow it until it links up with the convoy,then tag and follow that. Adieu."He terminated the call. "Ladies,gentlemen,our time is precious and little. I have a plan,and I believe it is our best option. So keep silent and listen."


"My plan will achieve two of three objectives. On one side,we will learn the destination of Two-Face,which is quite possibly a prison facility,and we will secure Two-Face,who is one of our greatest sources of income,as well as recruitment. On the reverse,we'll kill Two-Face if extraction is impossible,thus securing his silence. We will still learn the location of this top-secret prison."


LeBlanc paused for a moment,allowing the others to allow it to sink in. "Three strike teams. I'll leave our good Doctor to determine the exact composition,since he knows the organization far better than I. I suggest,however,we have a land force,comprised of technicals,battle buses,and motorcycle teams,a close ait support wing,and boarders."He looked at Doctor Doom. "This is our best plan,Doctor. No matter the result,we stand to gain." No one knew LeBlanc's first name. All they knew was his surname and alias. A contingency plan,if you will.
 
Joker.::. he slammed the door opened. and found the villains having a meeting. he brushed his hair back with his finger and licked his lips. he held a briefcase and walked. his eyes and red and his disgusting make-up. "hello ladies and gentlemen" he said as he got closer to the bunch. "how is it?" he said setting down his briefcase. he looked around them all, with a nasty smile. he saw many people he once knew, but almost half he betrayed. he chuckled a bit as he saw some familiar faces.
 
"Of course," Doctor Doom said coolly, he then began his muse, "Hmm...Sports Master will head the air strike, along with Angel, One Cut, Finality, and the Sentinels. The ground force will consist of Sabertooth, Ravenger, and Cheetah," he looked at the few chosen villains, "Sending any more on a task as simple as this one will make us look like a bunch of fools unable to handle a group of mere children. Your objective is to retrieve our much exalted colleague. If all else fails, Two-Face is to be 'silenced'. Come back without Two-Face or his life, and consider yourself to be 'silenced' in his place. It is high time you prove your worth to our community,"


Doctor Doom looked to the super villains besides him, "Any contributions you wish to add before we dismiss?"
 
Batgirl looked at Singularity and glanced at Dead Eye and Fallen who would be in the air as well, "The transporter over there will take you to the JLA's wing command," she pointed briefly to one of the teleporters in the circular room, "Head due South-West, until further notice. You won't see us for a while, and I will contact you with approximate coordinates after you're in the air. I will entrust you to leader on your side, said anything happens and the Brotherhood does show up. As for anything thing else other than, 'Keep on your toes' and 'Don't fall off the Hornet'? I have none," With that she swept away, walking through the semi-tunnel of the transporter, there was a bright flash of light and Batgirl continued walking into the JLA. But it wasn't the teleporter room, they were in the transporting bay below the vast building.


A vehicle was disguised as furniture moving van sat idling for them. Red Tornado was standing a few feet away talking quietly with Batman. Batgirl and the rest approached them, "So you got my message?" Batgirl said. Batman nodded, "Correct, all must go according to planned," "Which would mean no back up for precautionary entails?" Batgirl said. "It is unfortunate, but our forced are spread thin. Everyday Two-Face stays at the Hall of Justice is another day of risk we take keeping him here," Batgirl frowned slightly, "You should go. Good luck," Batgirl nodded slightly and Batman whisked away, Red Tornado following.


As she planned it, her Shadowcycle was waiting for her, as well as a few other various suited up motorcycles, "You're welcome to ride them," she told her half of the team, Flare, Clawed Rose, Legs, and Rya, "Otherwise you'll be riding with our convicted friend in there or with our driver,"
 
LeBlanc made one note. "Our contacts in the UNSC have told me that they requested close air support. I taken the opprotunity to have a special UAV launched to track the aircraft,and then the convoy. It'll fly well above the clouds. No matter the result,we will learn where the Leagu keeps sympathizers for our cause."


~~~


Johnathan nodded. He walked to the indicated teleporter,and was transported to the JLA's Air Command. He saluted to the soldiers,who greeted him with "Blue skies above." A passphrase!? Batgirl,why didn't you tell me... Thankfully,the particular phrase was part of a very popular video on YouTube. "And blue oceans below." The soldier in front,a woman wearing the insignia of a 1st Lieutennant. "You must be Singularity and Deadeye. Come with us. Your bird's waiting on the pad."
 
The other members soon joined Flare on the other side, who was curiously looking around at her surroundings. It wasn’t the room she had left in, but it seemed like the appropriate room for them to be in at the moment. Red Tornado was standing near a weird looking van talking to Batman and Batgirl was quick to approach. Flare kept her distance, looking at the other three of the ground team before reluctantly introducing herself. “…In case you don’t know who I am yet –Flare’s my name” she was awkward with her words and stumbled mid-introduction.


It was brushed off as she heard Batman’s information; apparently the team would not be supplied with back-up. Her eyes widened with the onset of information, suddenly feeling her throat clamp shut and her heart beat pick up. What if they fail the mission? They could be capture or even worse, killed! Her hands clenched as she tried to brush off her fear, but it didn’t go. Taking a deep breath in, she stared at the ceiling, hopping slightly as she tried to convince herself that it was all for the good.


She couldn’t do it.


Batgirl started speaking to them and she immediately went rigid, forcing herself to act calm as she told them they could ride the motorcycles. Mack didn’t even know how to drive a car, let alone a motorcycle, but when she heard the second option her panic level had raised more. Was that her breathing? Out-of sync and totally in a loss of what to do, Flare felt her fingers twitch, stuffing them under her other arm. The feeling spread though, and the girl ran to the side of the van, leaning against the shot gun position until she calmed herself down. It took a long drawn out moment, but her hand was there again and she climbed in next to the driver.


She would be away from Two-Face, and there was a good chance, if she saved up her energy, to disappear later.


~~


At Leblanc’s demand for a plan, Nola’s fingers once again drummed the edge of the table; these people were always for plans. Personally she sometimes wanted to go in guns a-blazing or in her case, screaming her head off. Doctor Doom had continued on like he had said nothing and she giggled, sticking her tongue out at Leblanc rather childishly. It slipped back into her mouth when Doom began speaking to her again, and she answered his questions with a rather wild shake of her head.


Her lips were taut, she was afraid that she would be scolded by the man, although he never seemed to care about her antics. A small ruckus farther away from the main group had snapped her head in the other direction, tilting her head ever so slowly. Robert began speaking though, and her eyes danced back to him, drawing her feet back up with a rather lazy smile. It seemed it was the right time too, as everyone seemed to be joining the party now, Ras al Ghul stepping into the room.


The silver Banshee was actually getting impatient with the lack of anything concrete and showed it by tapping her feet in her chair. When Leblanc had gotten off the phone, he conveyed her exact feelings and she excitedly stomped her chair. Quieting when her explained his plan, and even slightly ducking own and closer, as if it was a secret of some sort. When he had paused she was already leaning halfway across the table, almost jokingly until Joker had decided it be the proper moment to speak again.


He simply asked how it was, after saying hi to the people at the table, when he had left, she would never know. It seemed Doom was too busy actually deciding on a plan though, but she took the moment to snake her way back to her seat. When he began naming people, her smiled seemed to widen at the team he had picked, actually laughing quite high pitched at it. As he finished off the list, he continued his instructions and although she was sad that Two-face might die in the end she still cheered. “What a great job! Great Great great!” she cheered, actually laughing and shifting her glance to Leblanc who alerted them of air support. Rather happy with his idea, she smiled brightly and winked at him, only to kick away from the table and laugh uproariously at her own antics.
 
Deadeye followed Singularity until they were greeted by some woman in a military uniform. Telling them a certain phrase, Singularity seemed panicky at first before replying with the appropriate response. Marcus almost thought that Singularity was smitten by the lieutenant. Deadeye could almost chuckle if he really was. But taking a 'close' look at the woman, she wasn't bad at all. Blonde and above-average in height. Her figure was also quite impressive. Her numbers were certainly fine with him.


"And I thought women in the military were all muscle-bound. Who knew there were a still few charming and beautiful poppets." he said out loud as he smiled. "Will you be going with us?" he asked the lady.


~~


"Doctor, I would like to ask a small favor. I'd like to join this operation." Sullivan interjected. "I've been working on my new bioweapons and I'd like to test them out. It would require me to observe them directly. Plus, I'm familiar with one of them." he added. "I... created him per se. He's very familiar with how you people operate." he clasped his hands together and leaned forward. "It would be disastrous to underestimate them."
 
As Legs took in the motorcycles waiting for them, she smiled, her eyes lighting up. She has never actually ridden on one, whether as driver or passenger, but she's always wanted to...and hey, how different could it be from driving a car?


"I'll take one of them," she said quickly, before she could get assigned otherwise, and swung her leg over one side, starting it up and looking towards Batgirl, waiting for her to lead the way.
 
Jacob went through after Jonathan and Deadeye through the teleporter, finding himself at wing command. While being led to the aircraft, he took a look around, seing what was there. S.H.I.E.L.D agents taking and giving orders to certain squad groups, Stark-fighters being preped for take-off, the place was being preped for war. Then again, he shouldnt be surprised.


"Feels like being in defcon 2 during the civil hero war." Jacob said almost in awe from all the action.


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During Sullivan's comment, Ras felt his pockets vibrating. His phone received a call. Putting it to his ear, at first he looked annoyed. "I trust this is important?" After a few moments, his features lessened, and almost grew to a smile on his lips. Putting the phone down, he addressed the villains. "One more thing Doctor. I just received some new information regarding the thunder god Thor. My spies tell me that the Avengers have his body ready for the funeral, but it appears they are without his hammer. Indeed, neither Cadmus, the League, S.H.I.E.L.D, or the Avengers themselves for that matter have it. It appears someone took it from the crime scene before people knew it was gone." He pressed his fingers together at this point. "And since this is Thor's hammer we are talking about, it must have been someone that strong enough to wield it, unless the hammer indeed has a mind of it's own and changed alliances."
 
The lieutenant replied to Deadeye, "I'm the primary pilot." She pointed at the 2nt Lieutenant that was walking with her. "He's my co-pilot. We've been told to take reasonable orders from Singularity."They stopped by the Hornet VTOL. It was olive drab green,sported two jet turbine thruster engines on articulated spindles near the top of the craft,with plenty of clearance from the side of the craft. The Hornet was fairly long,with the cockpit in the front,large enough to seat two people. The 1st Lieutenant climbed into the front seat,while her co-pilot crawled into the seat immediately behind,and sealed the canopy. The 1st Lieutenant gestured to the rear of the Hornet.


Singularity climbed onto the port side skid,and slid his hand around the grip bar. There were some cable eyes on the side,presumably for a tethers. "Singularity boarded;port side." he called into his microphone. His voice was filtered to a gender neutral drone. He looked up at the wing above him,and saw an enormous six-barreled gattling cannon. He assumed the other wing sported one,too. The engine was positioned fairly high,so if he was shooting down,which he,and Deadeye,would be,their line of fire would be relatively unhindered. However,the second that the "Wingmen" had to engage air targets...The engines would prove to be more obstacle than hard cover.


One final look revealed a missile rack;directly under his feet. The standing platform doubled as the outer casing for the missile launch system. Under his helmet and one-way visor,Johnathan's face bleached. He let go of the grip bar to examine the launch tube,and was relieved to see it utterly empty. He quickly resumed his grip,and said into his mic at the Hornet crew, "Do not fire on unmounted surface targets. Instead,lay down suppressive fire. Avoid striking the pacage,or the dummies. If Bandits arrive,weapons free." Bandit was air force jargon for "hostile aircraft". "Launch on my mark."
 
Rosa followed the rest of the group begging for some action. Her body was itching to shift but for now she would have to satisfy herself with planning and listening to what was sure to come. Once her eyes landed on the motorcycle she found her release, she needed something fast, something to expend some of her adrenaline or else she might crack. She sidled over to the motorcycle between Legs and Flare it was black with red detailing, not that she was vain or anything but it did match her uniform.
 
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