<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>2AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Justice League Hanger<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Ready for Take off<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone in Mission 1<br/><hr/>The hanger’s light sensors detected the subtle movement of her in the early darkness. Porcelain white fluorescent lights flickered on with a subtle blue hue, humming down the line as vessel after vessel was exposed to her eyes. The far wall was of curved metal, a protection made of flexed joints, and lifting her hand to the left, Mari pressed the button on the wall. Immediately the machinery sprung to life as wheels turned and the wall lifted up into the ceiling, bringing in the cool morning night air of the launch direction.<br/><br/>With silent steps, her padded feet soaking up the sounds of her movement, the woman stalked down towards the designated ship meant for their mission. Wayne Aerospace had designed most of the air and spacecrafts in the hanger, and Bruce had been kind enough to “donate” the one she was currently walking towards for this particular Mission. The dusty caramel suit she wore cling to the dangerous curvature of her form like it had been poured on her, her totem necklace braced her long, swanlike neck, and her hair was currently cornrowed back down her scalp into long thin, crimson braids. Sensing her approach, the jet aircraft released its airlock entrance and as steam escaped, the metallic gangplank lowered to Mari in greeting.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><strong>Welcome Vixen. </strong></span><br/><br/>Tiny LEDs clicked on the inside as she stepped in, hand tracing the wall as she passed and walked towards the helm through the dimly life corridor. The entire thing was build for speed, maneuverability, and stealth, the extreme levels of technological advancements only somewhere a company such as Wayne Enterprises could fathom.<em>The Darkwing. </em>(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/C3Pw8_mUkAAfdE8.jpg)<br/><br/>There were four chairs at the front for Commander, Pilot, co-Pilot, and Navigator, as well as places to be buckled in in the body of the ship for two more passengers. Mari sat briefly at the Pilot seat and flipped the switches, pressing the few buttons in necessary order to prepare for takeoff, and once finished she stood up and walked back out when something tingled at the back of her neck. Hairs raised like she wasn’t alone, nor had she been, and suddenly Mari was on the alert.<br/><br/><em>Bubo bubo (Eagle owl):</em>Her pupils dilated so profoundly the black portions took up her entire visible orb as her senses glittered a presence off by the wall. Mari frowned and shut her powers down when she recognized the shape as one of her expected teammates.<br/><br/>“Aqualad, good morning. I’ve already downloaded Redbird’s investigatory flies into the ship’s computer. As soon as everyone else arrives we will be able to take off.”