<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Hunting Black Manta</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>1st November 2017 - 2:00 AM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Military Ship Graveyard off the coast of Alaska</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong>Wonder Woman, Booster Gold, Open (PM if interested in Joining) </div><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0a/da/b9/0adab9cdb20e8f8014badb2da54a044e.jpg)(https://i.ytimg.com/vi/w9hGjyzNTAw/maxresdefault.jpg)</div><br/>Aquaman contacted the Justice League not long after his meeting with them at the oil rig. He'd been after Black Manta for years but not prioritised it fully, until Manta started striking surface dwellers. Considering it a matter of honor now that they had agreed to aid him in getting his message across he placed a good deal of Atlantean resources into tracking the aquatic terrorists operations. Soon enough he uncovered a ship graveyard in Alaska which regularly had small submersibles leaving it, despite the fact it should have been devoid of activity. On preliminary investigations he saw there was some activity with large cranes working and a few paramilitary soldiers, all very well armed, guarding it. Instinctively a part of him wanted to march in rapidly. But he considered the base a part of the surface dweller's domain. So he opened his mind to J'onn while resting on the coastline, requesting assistance in the operation. When they could gather Orin stood at the icy shore just a little way away from the base, out of sight.<br/><br/>Orin awaited their arrival patiently, standing on frozen solid ground with no shirt and minimal armour, unphased by the biting icy wind of the Gulf of Alaska. His hair blew in the wind, the cold wet strands sticking to his skin and the droplets in his beard beginning to freeze over a little, giving him a frosted and wild appearance. He'd never been one for professionalism but now more than ever he had the look of a wild man. Up above J'onn briefly informed him they were ready before activating the teleporters, sending the pair of heroines down to meet with him before approach. When they arrived Orin was a contrast to the manner he'd carried himself before. He had a smile on his face despite the harsh wind chill. Combat was his true calling, more so than kingship, and hunting after Manta was something he'd meant to do for a while. When the teleportation device activated he grinned, raising a palm to let his Trident leap to his hand, then stood tall and ready.<br/><br/><strong>"Welcome"</strong>His voice boomed effortlessly, a trait he'd picked up as a leader in his normal life. He nodded to the arrivals, respectful but overall considering this to be the borderline of both domains. He then turned to point the tip of his trident towards the shipyard, which was only a few hundred meters away.<strong>"Our quarry is past these rocks, within a large shipyard. It is well guarded, and well armed. I am certain the coward will have many plans for my arrival."</strong>He then turned to face the two again.<strong>"But not the two of you. He's not made an enemy of a surface dweller for some time."</strong>The way he said surface dweller was not meant to be insulting, it was more a term he used for lack of another. He knew well that Wonder Woman was an Amazonian, close to a human as his Atlanteans were close. But the other he knew little of the other woman in the armour.<strong>"We have surprise to our advantage. I suggest we pair it with great speed, overwhelming his paltry guards and giving him no chance to escape."</strong>While he was offering his plans and ideas, he was far from commanding. Had this been the ocean his attitude would be different, but unless Black Manta was in the sea Orin considered himself to be the guest, invited to work on the land.