<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QAi9yGJ.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Superpowered Alien; Paragon PL 10 (150 PP)</span></span><br/><br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Athena<strong>Identity:</strong>Public<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>-<strong>Occupation:</strong>Professional Hero<br/><strong>Bases of Operations:</strong>Futura<strong>Affiliation:</strong>LIGA, Former US Agent<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"It's out of our hands."<br/><br/>Paragon reiterated what X had said, just a little more bluntly and a little louder. You could always spot the idealists a mile away -- the rookies still too green to know better or the naive souls that still thought they were here to 'make a difference.' They were heroes, dammit! Fight the good fight! Tackle every problem! Make the world a better place!<br/><br/>Hah. Yeah right. That's just what a billion dollar corporation like LIGA needed: a couple of bored superheroes that thought they could swoop in and save the day. Take any problem, apply a superhero to it, and nine times out of ten, you just get a bigger mess. LIGA knew this better than anyone.<br/><br/>Public relations existed for a reason; they were paid to keep the heroes off the microphones. And Paragon? She was paid to be a hero. Any hero with a little experience under their utility belt will tell you the same thing: the best lesson that an aspiring hero can learn is which battles to fight and which ones to walk away from. This Hardware press conference mess wasn't her fight. Not her fight, not her problem.<br/><br/>"I'm sure LIGA would love it if someone could step in for him, though." Paragon's feet slipped off the table as she sat up in her chair and curiously wagged her finger between the array of superheroes presented before her. "Say, which one of you is the shapeshifter again?" The point of Paragon's finger slowly settled on another one of the statues: Flux, the woman of a thousand faces and names, now forever captured in the one form few ever saw her in. The irony didn't go unmissed on Paragon.<br/><br/>"Oh, right. She died too." It was hard to say if Athena was truly forgetful and just being her usual cold self or if she was trying to tell some kind of macabre joke. And what was the punchline? 'Haha, you're all going to die someday?' The offhand shrug that followed certainly wasn't endearing herself to any of the others.<br/><br/>"The way I see it..." Paragon stretched out a pause as her arm reached to one of the snack bars that LIGA kept stocked in Control. Truth be told, they were packed with sugar and marketed for children -- in case the bright wrapper featuring some of LIGA's biggest names wasn't indication enough -- but Paragon loved the damn things. Tossing a few of their branded bars into a room to keep one of their supers happy was hardly the strangest request the staff had ever put up with. "...they'll come get us if they need us."<br/><br/>Half of the foil wrapper came off and Paragon took a chunk out of the exposed bar. A red gloved hand gestured vaguely in the direction of Whiplash's chest. Paragon moved the food to one side of her mouth, words slightly muffled as she talked and chewed at the same time. "I'd push those up or something." Again, it was so very hard to tell how serious Athena was, and she was far too absorbed in her snack bar to offer any more clues to the woman in the revealing, living black suit.