<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YNXU85J.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ryan Choi / The Atom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Atlantean Airship Over English Channel. Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All.<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>It was all too soon. That was all Ryan could think as the makeshift Justice League rushed towards their first mission. They hadn’t known each other more than five days and already they were flying headfirst into an alien invasion. Of course rationally he knew that was how the Justice League pretty much always operated; his first mission with the JLA had been just hours after meeting Batman. But rational thought seemed out of place in the moment. Hands fiddled with the communicator, double triple quadruple checking to make sure it function but more just looking for something to do so that he didn’t feel quite so useless.<br/><br/>Amethyst’s request for information on the ship was enough to make him perk up and eye what he could see. The first impression, beyond some nagging sense of familiarity, was how off putting the design was. Or rather, how little design there seemed to be. It was all function with no form. No stylistic choices to show off dominance or odd bits of construction that seemed pointless unless there were schematics in front of you. Not even markings or insignia of any kind.<strong>“Something is… wrong with that ship. It’s too boring. Too simple.”</strong>Like was so often the case, Ryan’s words came out quickly with little thought if anyone else would understand what he was saying.<strong>“Everything I see makes sense, and that doesn’t make sense. Not for an Alien ship.”</strong>Every alien craft Ryan had ever seen, which was a surprisingly high number, had some element that didn’t quite work with his terran mind. Some part of the design that only made sense after talking to the pilot or knowing the race that flow them. But there was nothing like that on the ships he saw.<br/><br/>Still, as much as that puzzled at his brain, he knew it wasn’t enough to go on. He needed more data for his theory. And before that he needed to have a theory that he could actually test. All he had was just the knowledge that something wasn’t right; a good thing to know, but less impressive during an alien invasion when very little was actually ‘right’. And Bombshell’s question of how exactly the invaders had gotten access to government information was a good one. Likely more pressing than his own design concerns. Had someone leaked that information? Did they have a source inside the administration? Or had they been able to hack into whatever network system would hold that information?<br/><br/>There were too many questions. Ryan was always a fan of questions, but only as a means to get some greater answer. He ran over everything he knew and wanted to know while running off of the ship and feeling once more outclassed. Overwhelmed. There was too much: too much light from gunfire, too much noise, too much open space around him. Breathing had to be forced before he could actually remember that this was his job. A second later he might not have noticed one of the aliens pointing its cannon at him. When Ryan immediately shrunk to a miniscule size, the creature let out a puzzled noise before a tiny and incredibly dense punch knocked it into a tree and down for the count.<br/><br/><strong>“Does anyone know anything about these aliens?”</strong>His voice carried over the comms, speaking to all of the team.<strong>“The League Database isn’t fully operational yet, so I can’t pull up anything on them.”</strong>Ryan jumped around the battlefield that had formed in the park, shrinking and growing in an oddly enchanting dance that was perfectly calculated for maximum speed and strength. The alein’s were tough, more than he could reasonably handle in anything other than a one on one fight, but he could at least distract them and keep the civilians safe.<br/><br/>Erin’s distraction proved enough of an advantage that he could take advantage of. They were too focused on shooting who’d taken out their allies, they didn’t notice something the size of a flea leaping towards them until he was suddenly the size of a human and his fist was connecting to one of their faces with a speed and density that violated a few laws of physics. Two of the aliens went to fire at Ryan, both focusing their cannon arms at him, only to hit each other cleanly as The Atom shrunk to the ground at the last second.