<div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b2/LogoVixen.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.ome.lt/SI9FwZcsIV1BbdcflrtY3K84yvQ=/1070x750/smart/filer_public/a4/06/a4063632-f7a3-485e-8c0e-33d4a8b7e7e6/jla-vixen2.jpg)</div><strong>WEARING:</strong>Traditional Vixen Gold (https://cdn131.picsart.com/273288434028211.png?r1024x1024)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Tuesday, August 25<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>3:30AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Cadmus Underground Computer Lab<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Fighting, torture, and searching telepathically for 13<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone in Mission 1<strong>Specifically:</strong>Stargirl, Supergirl, Lightning, Project 13<br/><hr/>Mari was conscious but barely aware of Kara’s state directly next to her. Somewhere within her she heard the cry of the Kryptonian, her own jaws elongating in a scream as her palms shoved at the sides of her head in vain. It was an instinctual reaction to the telepathic torment, a pathetic attempt to staunch out the little creatures, but Vixen was not trained to withstand such an attack.<br/><br/>Her vision was narrowed down to a pinpoint, tiny little windows of light where she saw a man attack Kara with brutal strength before her icy breath froze him and many other soldiers and their creatures standing in their way. Suddenly, a voice rang above the fray and with a sonic boom, everything went silent.<br/><br/>Vixen was dangerously close to serious nausea and disorientation. With a panting gasp, she fell forward on her hands and knees, breathing tightly with heavy exhales and inhales as blood dripped from her ear canals from the physical strain in fighting against the mental assault. Looking up, she saw that somehow Courtney had blown through a righteous path with her equipment, knocking out a multitude of others Kara had not frozen over. Mari slowly got to her feet, swaying slightly, touching her totem to heal as a cobalt coil wrapped around her neck and wrist, whisping away any superficial injuries. With a breathless look of appreciation, she nodded towards Courtney before going to Kara to help the woman to her feet.<br/><br/>And that’s when she saw....<em>him</em>.<br/><br/>An immense, powerful being, coated in an imposing suit; there stood the object of their mission: 13.<br/><br/>Silent. Brooding. Dangerous. The man just....stood there, as if waiting for something to be said, or to happen. Bodies surrounded them all on the floor, and machinery buzzed and sizzled, a few were smoking around the lab from both Lightning’s and Courtney’s abilities. Protective of her team, Vixen took a modest step forward in front of Kara, her golden gaze remaining on him, trying to act calm to show him they meant him no harm while also maintaining caution in case he was to attack.<br/><br/>“Thir—thirteen?” It had grown quiet, suspensefully so. Vixen knew more soldiers with their little organic weapons would be coming, as well as more of whatever they were creating down here in Cadmus. They needed to hurry up and get out of here, rendezvous with Robin and Aqualad, but they also couldn’t rush this very, very delicate situation. Vixen took another step closer to him, her hand out as if to say she wasn’t going to hurt him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know your real name.” 13 couldn’t be what he was actually called....right?<br/><br/>She came closer, and closer....and closer, tentatively inching closer to the robotic beast before her. He was a tower of strength so palatable she could practically taste it rolling off of him, an aura of aggression that her heart raced. They were so close! Her fingers stretched out as her golden eyes were wide and upward, staring at her own reflection in the shield glass of his helmet. “Do you understand? Can you help us...?” The makeup of her totem shielded her suddenly with a calming effect, like that of a service animal for anxiety and depression. Suddenly the oxytocin of everyone in the room was flooded with a warmth that could only be felt when one felt safe or comforted by a well beloved protector. Vixen was attempting to relieve the stress and strain around her, specifically the creature before her, and when she was just within arm’s reach of Thirteen she flashed a stunning smile of compassion.<br/><br/>The telepathic link she had created with him was once more established, easier now that she had a better idea of what she was doing and that he was much closer. Mari beamed as if in triumph. The warm word suddenly caressed his mind, thinking they were making a breakthrough.<br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><br/>.....ally.....</span></span></strong></div><br/>And finally reaching forward, Vixen tentatively grazed her soft fingertips along his armored forearm.