Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)
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				Title: <strong>Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 18:08:04</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Watchtower</strong></span><br><br>(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv103/haunter44/Watchtower.jpg)<br><br>Home of the Justice League, the Watchtower is a floating fortress in space.&nbsp; It has room to house the entire League including holding cells, labs and plenty of training rooms.&nbsp; In the shuttle bay are several ships for those who are unable to fly.&nbsp; It also has a teleportation system to get quickly to anywhere on Earth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 18:14:12</strong>
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				The battle had raged for days but now all was silent.&nbsp; It was so silent one could hear the beeping.&nbsp; It was an electronic beeping coming from a yellow belt.&nbsp; Built into the belt was a device.&nbsp; It had activated on its own and now was beaming a signal into space.<br><br>In the Watchtower, the computers sprang into life.&nbsp; Calculations were made, graphics coming up charting the signal that it was receiving.&nbsp; All of sudden there was a whirring sound as a device lowered from the ceiling over a large pad.&nbsp; There was a loud sound as energy pulsed out from it.&nbsp; Calling...pulling..bringing them here.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 19:23:44</strong>
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				It had been the Justice Coalition's first and grandest plan; to catch The Ultimate, Kara Zor-El, while she was alone, and trap her with magic. The first part of the plan had succeeded, but their subsequent attempt to kill her had failed, utterly. Kara now stood, looking imperiously, almost insanely, down at the final member of the offending party. It was Diana, who had only yesterday been known as Europe's governor, and she slumped pathetically, held up only by Kara's merciless grip on her neck. Her eyes were vacant, her body ravaged not only by combat, but by the rape gangs Kara had sicced on her and the other survivors. Glancing to her left, Kara smiled at the sight of young Dick Grayson being used as a pincushion. Poor boy, he had advanced to the role of Batman far ahead of his time.<br><br>Kara effortlessly lifted Diana's face to meet hers. "Valiant of you to try. Alas, it was not meant to be. Or, perhaps you expected this outcome, and in trying, you forfeited your responsibility to this world? In whatever afterlife you expect, you can always say 'We tried.' Don't forget to leave out 'We failed," you worthless waste of flesh." Diana's lips parted as if to form a reply, but the Goddess of the Realm closed her fist, letting the body of the former hero collapse before her. She looked Diana in the now-dead eyes for several moments before dropping her head and crushing it underfoot.<br><br>Scanning her surroundings once more, a vile grin passed over Kara's full lips. This once-innocent open road in the middle of Kansas was now strewn with blood, gore, and body parts as far as the eye could see. Well... the human eye. They had assembled quite a team: there were over 50 of them, and every one had sported a determined, sure expression... fools, all of them. Kara had thought that among that many they could have surmised ahead of time that Kara was invulnerable to kryptonite... but after all, that was why she had sought out and killed Batman so many months ago. He was the only legitimate threat... and now he wasn't. <br><br>Kara spied Selina Kyle writhing weakly as the men who had been using her dispersed to the other survivors. So beautiful, she was... but that was before&nbsp; her limbs had been shattered by being literally flicked aside by Kara. As the Kryptonian stood over her, Selina's eyes begged. She had gotten in over her head; she had no concept of the horror it was to be injured by a goddess. Unlike the others, though... she seemed to desire life, even now. Kara knelt down next to the former Catwoman, smiling sweetly. "You request mercy?" A blubber and a pained nod was the most that the fatally injured woman could summon. "And you believe I would truly give it to you, after you challenged me so?" Selina's eyes widened in terrified understanding. "You will remain, and die at whatever time fate desires. Dwell on your mistake, and take what you've learned with you into the next life." Standing, Kara gave the soon-to-be-corpse a light punt, and laughed lightly as it ragdolled through the air, landing with a wet crunch some yards away. <br><br>And then the whole world turned blue for an instant. Kara blinked, looking sharply around for any indication of a source. The henchmen seemed unphased as they pounded their cocks into the survivors, regardless of health or gender. It was really the only thing a henchman could do without messing it up. Another flash - this one quite yellow, and accompanied by a tearing feeling. Kara looked down at her hands, which seemed to waver in the air. "Do you fools not notice this-" she started, and they all looked up obediently at her as she winked out of existence.<br><br>---<br><br>Kara reappeared somewhere rather different than a Kansas road. Was this...? Yes, it absolutely was, she told herself as she looked rapidly around her. She was in the Watchtower, but it was so... bare. Her banners did not adorn the walls, her slaves did not roam the corridors seeking to please Kara and her guests. It was simply functional. The pieces were already falling into place: the strange flashes of light, the tearing feelings, and now the quite alternate state of the Watchtower. She had been transposed into a different reality, something that happened distressingly often of late. <br><br>Now all that remained was finding a way back.<br><br>The place seemed quite empty as she stalked the halls, leaving bloody footprints in her wake. Her white Imperial uniform was heavily bloodied, her one-sided cape shredded. She looked an awful mess, and quite expected to frighten anyone she came across. All the better; fear was effective leverage in all interactions. She summoned her considerable voice and made the space station rattle as she yelled, "WHO IS HERE?"
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				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 22:09:26</strong>
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				“There, isn’t that better?”<br><br>Diana slowly traced a finger down the massive, sweat covered, white-grey chest across which she was draped. A practiced flick moved her dishevelled raven hair out of her face as she smiled at the brutish but content face of the man who shared the makeshift bed. Granted some would call him a monster, but if there’s one thing Diana had been taught to believe, no one who could think had to be a monster. Not even Solomon Grundy.<br><br>His gravely voice started his famous rhyme, while the hand that wasn’t trapped under Diana’s body absentmindedly kneaded her left breast.<br><br>“Solomon Grundy,<br>Born on a Monday,<br>Fought on Tuesday,<br>Fucked on Wedsnesay,<br>Solomon Grundy<br>Born on a Monday…”<br><br>Oh well, thought Diana as she relaxed back against him, at least he had made some progress. At least he wasn’t rampaging through the docks of Portsmouth anymore. Not that her Majesty’s Constabulary would thank her. And Grundy would probably slip back into a mood eventually – it was just so hard to find an appropriate love match for supervillians.<br><br>She frowned as the sad truth of how futile the life of a superhero could be. There were always more fighting, more catastrophes, and more surprises around the corner. At least she had worked out how stop worrying about them – mostly – unlike Bruce and Sir Oliver. They would drive themselves crazy.<br><br>A yawn escaped Diana’s perfectly pouty lips as she nestled her head in the crook of Grundy’s arm, letting the rhythmic sound of his voice to lull her to sleep. As the last vestiges of consciousness were about to escape her, there was a sound like a crackle. And ozone, it definitely smelled like ozone. What’s more, the solid, if cool, chest of Solomon Grundy was suddenly replaced by the freezing cold bit of steel against her sweaty flesh.<br><br>She jerked awake and sat up, running a hand through her hair as she took in the surroundings. Through a small porthole, she could see, oh so many, stars – and the earth. <br><br>“Bloody hell.” She murmured. One thing was certain, she wasn’t in Hampshire anymore.
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				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 00:17:15</strong>
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				While a battle raged on somewhere in another plane,&nbsp; Kristen Winters was having a much needed day of rest.&nbsp; She had just clashed with Lex Luther once more,&nbsp; the man had been obsessed with procuring the symbiotic bio mechanical life form that had merged with the young woman.&nbsp; Of course,&nbsp; it involved plenty of traps,&nbsp; a couple of the cities most potent super humans.&nbsp; <br><br>In the end though,&nbsp; even the greatest plan has one major flaw.&nbsp; When a somewhat ditzy young woman inherits super powers,&nbsp; sometimes the best plans fall apart simply because she does something,&nbsp; that very well was unbelievably stupid…&nbsp; though absurdly effective.&nbsp; &nbsp; The last little battle that raged ended up with the young woman, perhaps with too much confidence in her suits connection to her,&nbsp; Luther actually attempted to extract the mechanical organism from&nbsp; her body,&nbsp; and place it into his and she allowed it.&nbsp; The mechanical creature,&nbsp; drove the business man completely insane and reduced his body to a feeble husk before returning to it’s partner.&nbsp; <br><br>Today though was her day off.<br><br>Now,&nbsp; the parents were away so she had some time to herself.&nbsp; Kristen would use this time wisely, at least it was so in her mind.&nbsp; She cranked up the latest pop single as high as her Dad’s speakers would allow it to go.&nbsp; It was the point where she could feel the thrum of the base in her chest,&nbsp; and it felt great.&nbsp; She was wearing the tightest little pair of butt shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.&nbsp; A tight little tank hugged her chest,&nbsp; and she looked like she was about to pop out of it.&nbsp; Her right hand was wrapped tightly around a bottle of Hard Lemonade.&nbsp; Resting lazily between her lips,&nbsp; was a burning cigarette,&nbsp; a wisp of smoke,&nbsp; curling upward from those full pouting lips.<br><br>It was then she felt a slight charge dancing up her body,&nbsp; like electricity.&nbsp; Those beautiful strands of spun gold,&nbsp; were suddenly filled with static electricity.&nbsp; “What the…”&nbsp; She managed to say,&nbsp; before she found her body being broken down to its component molecules,&nbsp; fading from her own dimension.<br><br>She soon appeared somewhere completely different.&nbsp; “Fuck?”&nbsp; She said as her cigarette fell from her lips hitting the floor.&nbsp; Looking around the strange room that she was suddenly deposited in.&nbsp; Those big blue expressive eyes looked around,&nbsp; before she absentmindedly took another sip of her drink,&nbsp; staring at both the other woman.&nbsp; <br><br>“Alright… I don‘t know why either of you want to kill me…&nbsp; but can we make this quick?&nbsp; I want to hear about what‘s going on with Brangelina.”&nbsp; She said with a rather smug grin,&nbsp; resting her free hand on her hip.&nbsp; “Woulda been nice to give a girl a day off you know?”
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				Post by: <strong>GabrielM</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 00:32:09</strong>
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				The battle was not suck that Lora was worried because when fighting men she was never worried. They were after all sub standard but this Max Baxter had became quite a hand full even for NightWoman and this was just one of the many times that they would be fighting along side each other. Max had amassed a rather large group of villians this time and it seemed that they were finally making some very good head way. She couldn't help but admire the way NighWoman was dishing out justace, for her it looks as if it was an art form so kind of dance where as Lora just beat the crap out of the bad guys.<br>&nbsp;<br>Lora reached Max who was wearing some kind of power suit which she had never seen before and was working on powering up his Gravity Gun that he claimed could create a field of gravity around and thing he wanted so great it could crush anything including NightWoman. <br><br>"Max its over! Don't you ever get tired of getting so close and falling short?" She shouted over the generators which were powering up.<br><br>"It seems to me that each time I get a little bit closer to getting rid of all of you whores and one day that little bit will push me up and over and I will win!" He shouted and then unexpectedly he took flight in a burst of speed flying up and punching Lora in the jaw so hard she flew up another five feet into the air.<br><br>Rubbing her jaw she took a more ready to go stance "Nice new toy you have there...to bad I am still going to kick your ass." <br><br>Lora knew that if she wanted to she could crush him in that suit but she wanted to play with him first. Lora flew down and she and Max began to throw punches back and forth. In a way Lora felt that Max had so much potential to be great but in the end she knew he was just a man and that at some point she would have to end this so she flew back and out of her ring came a great hammer which proceded to side swipe Max slamming him right threw his own gun in a explosion of sparks and into a wall. The hand disappeared and she landed on the ground walking over to where he lay. She bent over pulling him up and preparing to punch him out when she started to feel strange in in a burst of light she herself disappeared.<br><br>Lora reappeared in a rather strange place, looking all around trying to figure out where Max had sent her she couldn't think of anything but the fact that the creep was going to get away again. After a moment she settled down realizing that she was on a space station much like the Woman's league of Justace's Guardian Tower only it was much more plain and sterile. She began to walk around trying to find out if anyone else was around. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 01:53:14</strong>
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				Sinestro sipped at his cup of wine, sitting across the dining table from Darkseid.&nbsp; The man was a benevolent and capable ruler, but his people hated him, and could only be kept from causing the entire sector to explode into violence by a massive army of superpowered sentinels.&nbsp; Sinestro envied the man.&nbsp; He had power, but it didn't corrupt him.&nbsp; "Although our planet has limited numbers of powerful beings, we may be able to create an exchange between our prison program and yours, given your planet's formidable re education technology."&nbsp; Sinestro said, idly figering the miniturization capsule he had been given as a gift at the start of the negotiations.<br><br>Darkseid's advisors whispered into his ear, as he carefully deliberated, viewing various economic reports before him.&nbsp; "We can provide you with basic amounts of Apokolips weaponry, and schematics to assist in reverse engineering in exchange for four prisoner transfers of our choice per year."&nbsp; The ruler of Apokolips said, knowing that his offer was very generous.&nbsp; "Our only condition is that our superior technology be kept internal to the justice society."&nbsp; He concluded, looking across the table at Sinestro.&nbsp; Sinestro smiled; it was better than he could have hoped for.&nbsp; Red Hood and Alexander Luthor would be quite pleased indeed.&nbsp; The moment Sinestro spoke, a wormhole opened up.&nbsp; <em>How could Darkseid by asking me to leave?&nbsp; He just proposed a treaty?</em>&nbsp; Sinestro thought, panic running through him as his power ring began to glow, enhanced in power by his fear.<br><br><br>"Darkseid, I think we-"&nbsp; Sinestro stammered, before being pulled through the wormhole as it devoured him, throwing him directly into a room with Superwoman, and a bunch of other people he didn't recognize.&nbsp; Of course, Superwoman was dressed a little more modestly than she usually did.&nbsp; Sinestro held up his hands, knowing that his power ring was quickly escalating to cosmic power levels.&nbsp; "I come in the name of Justice."&nbsp; He said defiantly, hoping this wasn't going to be another attempt to recruit him into the Crime Syndicate of America.
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				Post by: <strong>GreenHavok</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 08:34:03</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sitting at his home desktop, Jayson is dripping with sweat, slumped down in his chair, looking over the reports he just finished for his job. Life as a budding super-hero is not what he had originally thought it would. He was having difficulty trying to balance work, personal issues, and his new found responsibilities.<br><br>"Finally i get some time for myself!"<br><br>He casually started to unzip his pants, and directed his mouse to one of his favorite sites. Being the fastest man alive has it's advantages and disadvantages. Jay had not had much luck with the ladies because of this, but he still had his needs.<br><br>After a quick session, he lazily pulled out his flash drive, looped it around his neck and sauntered off to bed, when a wild screech pierced his ears. He felt something pulling him from behind his navel, and felt his body being wrenched through a small opening. He landed hard on the ground, and after regaining his footing, took a look around.<br><br>"Where in hell am I?"
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				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 08:57:23</strong>
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				Kara eyed the arrivals as they seemed to pop in from thin air. She wondered idly what might happen if someone popped in where someone else was already standing. Several familiar faces... and several more new ones. Diana in particular was intriguing... Not only was she alive and well, but she was rather exposed and clearly recovering from sexual arousal. Rather different from the ice queen Kara had known in her own universe. Eyeing the rest of them in turn, she found no immediate value in their presence. The fact that they were all here at the same time and all from apparently different places screamed that there was purpose behind it, but for the moment, that purpose was unknown. There would almost certainly be clues somewhere around the Watchtower.<br><br>A stench had annoyed her for the last several seconds, and looking down, she realized that the gore adorning her outfit had been there for several hours at this point and was beginning to reek. Or maybe it already had been reeking, and she was only able to discern it now, in this cold, sterile environment. Shrugging, she gripped her costume by the front of it and tore it off in a smooth movement, leaving her bare, but still quite covered in blood. Kara felt a twinge in her nethers as she realized her clean areas were a perfect representation of her uniform. <br><br>Casting the uniform aside, she addressed the station. "Watchtower, dispatch sanitation units." If all was as she suspected, this universe would have startlingly parallel technology to her own, despite many events coming about in different fashions. In her experience, the multiverse had quite a bizarre aptitude for keeping things parallel, to a point. Several small droids appeared from the walls at her command, cleaning up the mess she had left behind. A gynoid entered from an adjacent room, carrying what appeared to be a fresh uniform over its arm, along with a warm, moist towel. It stopped before her, seeming to offer its services, and as Kara nodded to it, it began to gently use the towel to wipe her clean... quite thoroughly. It then proceeded to dress her, straighten the garment, and correct the arrangement of Kara's hair. It left the room afterwards, all without saying a word.<br><br>Kara adjusted her considerable chest within her fresh and startlingly identical uniform before crossing her arms under her bosom and gazing once again at her apparent companions. For the moment, she decided it was best to play down her nature, and appear neutral for the time being. "Well, then," she said. "Any ideas?"
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				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 09:10:17</strong>
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				"In the presence of the wife of the worst tyrant in all of human history."&nbsp; Sinestro said to the nerdy man who just popped through the portal, the glow of his power ring softening somewhat.&nbsp; "On the other hand, Diana is a lot more agressive, and would look and act a lot more like Pulsar Girl over here."&nbsp; Sinestro said, stepping towards the Superwoman*, yet turning towards the nerd, slightly increasing the glow of his power ring.&nbsp; <br><br>Sinestro gave a courtly bow, noticing that a lot of people in the room were in street clothes.&nbsp; "We appear to be aboard a station opening wormholes to summon us from various universes.&nbsp; I myself am a native of Earth-3, a universe that had substantial contact with the Owl Man of Earth-1, Batman."&nbsp; Sinestro said, hoping to win over the gathered crowd.&nbsp; "Our Justice Society was on the Brink of Collapse, but Batman turned the tide, and freed Red Hood from prison."&nbsp; Sinestro said, knowing he might very well have only a few seconds to make his next point.&nbsp; "I know that my counterpart in other universes is a very bad man, but I assure you, Earth-3 is different."&nbsp; Sinestro said, his voice booming throughout the room from a subtle use of his power ring as he spoke with passion.<br><br>"Your first instinct may be to attack me, but I am quite possibly the most logical choice to lead this group, considering my knowledge of both the nature of alternate universes, and my ability to deal with the perils of power."&nbsp; Sinestro monologued, his expression starkly serious.&nbsp; "And I think I may have an idea of where we are and why we're here."&nbsp; Sinestro concluded, hoping he wouldn't have to bring up his armor.<br><br><br><br>* On Earth-3, Wonder Woman is called Superwoman, and is Ultraman's wife.
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				Post by: <strong>Enmuro</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 15:56:08</strong>
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				OM-A paced back and forth in front of the whaling ships' bound crewmembers. The hardened whalers looked at him with wide eyes. He saw a desperate sort of hope in the way they each stared up at him. Their hope was misplaced but hardly incomprehensible. OM-A wore Aquaman's classic form. His green and gold uniform caught the light brilliantly, its glory seemingly undiminished from the days when Aquaman had fought side by side with the rest of the JLA. That was another life now, almost another world...<br><br>"I never knew you to be one for theatrics Atlantean." <br>The cold machine voice of Brainiac was unmistakable. Turning around he saw the conqueror of earth had arrived with what he requested. At the base of the android's feet a group of terrified women sat huddled together in their nightgowns. Under their deal, Brainiac had left the Earth's oceans to Aquaman. Aquaman in turn let the inhuman devil have undisputed control of the land and its citizens. However, on this occasion, Brainiac's subjects had broken the sanctity of OM-As domain. For this reason the supervillain had brought, as a form of concession, the whalers wives.<br><br>"I have found this to be method to be most effective Brainiac. If I simply threaten the whaler's lives then they still come. If I kill the whalers outright then others replace them. My machine half came up with a superior solution to this problem. Kill the whalers and let others know that families of whalers shall be held accountable as well. This assures my subjects remain unmolested by these demons" <br><br>At OM-A's command his army of sea creatures picks the women off the boat. The innocent women are dragged, screaming, overboard into the frothing ocean. Under the waves their lives will become living nightmares. OM-A sees to their torture personally though he takes little joy in the act. <br><br>The women gone from view, OM-A turns back to the whalers. Their eyes are devoid of hope or feeling now. He makes a note to spare one life, a survivor would need to report back what he had seen today.&nbsp; Cybernetic armor manifests around Aquaman, its durable form cracking as it hardens over him. OM-A steps up to the first man in line, the captain of the ship. Raising his clawed fist he prepares to ram it down through the mans head. He lifts it up and with a roar slams his clawed hand down into...<br><br>A sterile metallic floor? Aquaman stares around blankly at the teleport room and its vaguely familiar looking occupants. His cyborg shell is mostly gone, all that is left is the clawed gauntlet currently stuck in the floor beneath him. <br><br>“This isn’t my boat…” he mumbles as electricity arcs across his skin. It feels like some of his nano components have been damaged. It is not a pleasant feeling but the Atlantean has more pressing matters, such as where he is and why he is surrounded by superheroes he thought killed by Brainiac.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 16:57:15</strong>
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				Diana scrambled to her feet as the many different heroes started appearing in the room - pulling her bustier up over her breasts with one arm while the other covered up down below. It seems only what she was wearing was teleported. Fortunately, that included her belt, her lasso - tied around her waist by Grundy, and her Tiara. Though the golden coronet was hooked around her ankle at the moment.<br><br>"Um, me too?" She asked as she tried, unsuccessfully, to get the Watchtower's robots' attention. Thinking quickly, she tried something similar to what the tall blonde had said. "Watchtower, dispatch clothes, please."<br><br>Another robot slid around a corner with a star spangled outfit and rolled up to her. As another flash revealed the nerd, she turned sideways and slipped the bottoms on, leaving the rest in the robot's arms. Sliding them quickly up her legs, Diana came to an unfortunate realisation. They didn't fit. Sighing to herself, she quickly tied a knot in the one side of the panties so at least they'd stay up.<br><br>The demands of modesty sated, she turned back towards the rest, particularly the red skinned alien she recognised as Sinestro, a noted and feared ring wielder. If she hadn't seen him appear after her, Diana would have probably suspected him most of all.<br><br>"Speak then. Explain to us what you think," she asked in her clipped, Queen's English accent. "Tell us how we got-" another flash as the Atlantean appeared, "-continue to arrive her. Also, why would you think we are a group needing to be led?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 19:12:49</strong>
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				As the last of them appeared, the computers flickered again to life.&nbsp; Signals and pictures started appearing, to the new Wonder Woman it might be confusing but to any well versed in dimensional mathmatics, it was too clear.<br><br>A large monitor flickered to life.&nbsp; Green numbers flickered across it.&nbsp; 'Contingency Plan #234'.&nbsp; The screen flickered again and the image of Batman was now on the screen.&nbsp; "Welcome to the Watchtower.&nbsp; If you are seeing this message it is all ready too late.&nbsp; I always knew the League could never be forever.&nbsp; There is always a bigger kid on the playground and we have found it.&nbsp; The League has fallen.&nbsp; The Earth will need you now more then ever.&nbsp; Everything we have is yours, use it wisely.&nbsp; Programed into these computers are all the knowledge I have gathered over the years.&nbsp; Use it as best as you can.&nbsp; I wish you luck, it is a rough road ahead."&nbsp; The gravely voice ends and the message flickers off leaving them once more in silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 20:03:59</strong>
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				Sinestro stepped forward.&nbsp; "As you can see, this planet's alliance of heroes has died.&nbsp; Presumably, we were each selected because somehow, we have the ability to counter whatever threat has imperiled the Earth."&nbsp; The red skinned man explained, looking at Batman's image.&nbsp; "I regret the man's death, and I assure all of you that you will find no more of a loyal and effective guardian of humanity in any universe."&nbsp; Sinestro eulogized, looking at the assembled collection of heroes around him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Who knows how to access the logs of this Justice League's last activity?"&nbsp; The alien asked, flicking a switch to bring the last frame of Batman's message back.&nbsp; "you will be missed..."&nbsp; Sinestro whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 20:40:44</strong>
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				Over the years since she had arrived on her Earth, Kara had limited contact with other universes. Most often it had been an incursion on her own, rather than the opposite, and she had regularly defeated the intruders. She recalled quite strongly her greatest challenge - Power Girl. Initially it had seemed like an urban legend, pushed by the rebellious sects of the Empire, but before long the truth had gotten out: there was someone who looked exactly like her, wearing her uniform, displaying the same powers that she had. It had taken several days to track her down and box her in, and on that day, Kara had found herself peering through the looking glass to see an opposite version of herself.<br><br>Several minutes of ideological shouting took place before Kara made the first move, drawing her kryptonite knife and hurling it at the imposter. Power Girl managed to destroy it with her eyebeams, but only just, as her power evaporated with the increasing proximity. What Power Girl hadn't known, as she charged The Ultimate, was that Kara's uniform/armor was lined with kryptonite, giving The Ultimate all the advantage she needed... but not as much as she wanted. The battle lasted several hours despite the disadvantage visited upon Power Girl, and just as Kara was about to deal the killing blow, Power Girl had winked out of existence. Her advisors informed her that something had pulled her back out, theoretically members of her own universe trying to recover her. With the damage The Ultimate had dealt, however, they were unsure if she would survive even with the best medical care.<br><br>The scenario swept through Kara's memory in a moment, plan beginning to form in her twisted mind. It would do her no favors to make her true self known at first; a more benevolent and trustworthy position would serve her well for information gathering and making alliances, even if those alliances would be betrayed by her at the drop of the correct hat. And perhaps... she could conquer this universe as well as her own, all in good time.<br><br>Her eyes continued to be drawn back to Diana. It had been mere minutes since she had held that very neck between her merciless hands, felt its every contour as the body had struggled weakly for life. She advanced on the magnificent woman, standing before her for a moment and smiling shyly. Her impulse was too strong, but she could at least disguise it as something rather different. Raising her hands slowly, in a show of hesitant affection, she clasped her hands around that ivory neck and pulled herself in, kissing the woman tentatively at first, and then passionately, tasting her divine lips.<br><br>As she pulled away, she whispered gently, "I missed you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GabrielM</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 21:17:05</strong>
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				Lora had been standing in the back of the room soaking it all in. She had never had any interaction with other dimensions, she had only written about them in her books. Now she stand here with the others in one. She began to walk closer as the message played on the screen. She found it so strange for the man on the screen looked so similar to NightWoman yet he was a man. The message concluded and Lora stood still now with the group. She could do what this man asked but she would not speak up to dignify this man by doing something for him. Although her curiosity was growing and she walked over to the console and looked over it familiarising her self with it. Taking a deep breath and telling herself it was for her and not for the man she began to press buttons and look for files. Learning from what was said she assumed that the computer system here would be similar to the system from her dimension.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Enmuro</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 21:52:56</strong>
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				"I might be able to access the information in question." Aquaman collects himself and strides over to the nearest terminal. He awkwardly moves his hands over the interface while trying to bring up the logs. Normally his cybernetic half would make such work trivial but the operating system is alien to him. The Atlantean soon turns back to face the other dejectedly.<br><br>"This universe's technology appears to be incompatible with my own. Beyond what the first Batman said I can discover nothing other than profiles of our alter egos from this universe. Perhaps you would have some further insight into how these system's work Mrs Grayson?" He directs the last question at Supergirl. The cyborg is noticeably taken aback to see her forward behavior with wonder woman. In retrospect perhaps it wasn't safe to assume this other supergirl would also have been married to the second Batman.<br><br>With one hand behind his back he idly taps a key. The profile of Aquaman, this universes fallen hero, winks of out existence on the screen. There was OM-A now, no need to keep a reminder of a lesser lifeform like Aquaman.<br><br><br><br><br><br>""
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenHavok</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 22:50:15</strong>
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				Looking around, so many odd, yet familiar faces, littered the room and Jay was equally confused. Half naked women, aliens, robots, what is going on. He jumped when the man started his message on the screen. He gripped his power source tightly as the message concluded. <br>&nbsp;"I am pretty handy with computers, let me have a try at these files."<br>He slowly inched forward, and plugged the flash drive into the computer. There was a soft whirring noise, and then the drive started to glow a bright crimson. A smile broke across Jay's face and he let out a small noise indicating his triumph. He withdrew the flash drive and replaced it around his neck.<br>"Its all here, just as a back up.&nbsp; It would take me years to learn all of this without the SpeedForce, but i will do what i can."&nbsp; <br>He slowly walked away from the computer, wishing he still had the connection speeds of his own world, but decided that he was too far now. Taking in his surroundings, he kept looking over Diana.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 23:20:16</strong>
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				As the tall woman who looked like The Lady Superb, just with far fewer layers, moved towards Diana, the amazon’s instincts – her warrior’s instincts that is – kicked in. The Lady intended her harm. Her body language just oozed it.<br><br>But as Diana started to shift her feet into a fighting stance, the threat vanished. Instead of some fighting move, the white-clad woman hooked her hands around Diana’s neck and pulled her into a fairly unexpected kiss. Wide-eyed, Wonder Woman’s other divine instincts kicked in, as she leant into it, letting her lips and tongue return the favour.<br><br>Once the embrace was broken, Diana angled her head sideways, with her hands on similarly cocked hips – if she had known the Wonder Woman of this world, she might have recognised it as something of a seductive perversion of her signature stance.<br><br>“Miss you?” Diana asked breathily. “I wasn’t aware you were interested in … those sort of things, Lady Superb. If you are Lady Superb; I’m uncertain.” She gestured to the screen. “He looked a little like Baron Bruce of Wayne. Though I don’t think Baron Wayne would wear a mask.<br><br>“Someone please explain what’s going on. And where we are!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 01:40:42</strong>
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				Kristin watched with a raised eyebrow as even more strangers suddenly&nbsp; popped into existence all around her.&nbsp; She couldn’t help but let her eyes go a bit wider,&nbsp; she’d seen a lot in the couple months that she’d been wearing this odd armor,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; this was really taking the cake.&nbsp; &nbsp; Cyborgs,&nbsp; naked woman who seemed to be quite familiar with one another even if they were from other realms of existence,&nbsp; and a strange red man who seemed to possibly have mild megalomania.&nbsp; It was…&nbsp; nice to be the most normal person in a room for once.<br><br>Her shoulders lifted in&nbsp; a bit of a shrug,&nbsp; well,&nbsp; her plans for a day of relaxation and tonight’s wild party seemed like it had went out the window.&nbsp; She held back the urge to whine,&nbsp; though she did idly twist one of her long fingers in her long golden hair.&nbsp; The young woman also doubted,&nbsp; that anyone here would be sympathetic that she was Missing Alice Gertz kegger anyway.&nbsp; All of them seemed a bit to stuffy for that kind of fun…&nbsp; if these people even let themselves have fun.<br><br>All the while,&nbsp; while this was going on she felt the creature that resided inside her twisting strangely,&nbsp; it was more agitated then she had remembered it being in quite some time.&nbsp; &nbsp;She chalked it up to the trauma of dimensional transportation.&nbsp; Yet,&nbsp; some of this… technology looked oddly recognizable.&nbsp; Kristin pushed all these thoughts to the back of her head.<br><br>She brought the bottle of fruit flavored alcohol to her lips, taking another long drink.&nbsp; &nbsp; “So am I the only one in the dark here?&nbsp; What exactly is the league…&nbsp; for some reason I don’t&nbsp; think we’re talking about baseball are we?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon and Star</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 04:34:35</strong>
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				At last it was their moment of triumph. All who opposed Kara's rise to power had been crushed, in many cases quite literally. She followed Kara the Ultimate closely as they made their way through the scene of carnage, and rape... she observed the interaction between Catwoman and Kara and grinned to herself as latter punted the former's broken body off into a field. <em>Sucks to be you</em>, she thought upon hearing the wet crunch.<br><br>She smirked watching the henchmen fucking the fallen foes, she did her best to keep from laughing when she observed Dick Grayson, Robin being fucked in the ass by one of the largest of Kara's goons, a big old country hick they nicked named Bubba. Two others held down the "Boy Wonder." A small part of her was disappointed at the deaths of so many of the "heroes"; she had looked forward to breaking them, and their following subjugation. <em>Still</em>, she thought to herself, <em>there's always room for necromancy.</em><br><br>It was then she felt it... something seeking, it was if someone or something was scrying their location, but it felt so distant to Rebecca. Kara began to speak, and suddenly she felt it... something across space and time was pulling at Kara. She saw a flash of blue and knew she had to act fast. <em>No! Not after all this, not after all this work</em>, she cried in her mind; she would not have Kara taken from her now, she needed her as their figurehead.. she... needed her.<br><br>Witchfires eyes blazed crimson as her skin and clothing seemed to come alive as if made of fire itself, a wave heat radiated outward from her as she chanted incantations and found the source of the pull. She reached out for it in her mind, grasping desperately as she felt it slipping away, relieved when she finally gripped the source. Using her spell she was essentially piggybacking whatever power was snatching Kara away.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>And then there was nothing for several moments, Rebecca was afraid her spell faltered and that she'd be stuck somewhere in limbo, between space and time. There was dead silence followed by a sudden rush, Witchfire felt as if she was going to be sick. <br><br>A clap of thunder tore through the tower. Which was a fascinating accomplishment considering it was in space... circuitry on a nearby panel shorted out, sparks flying from the device as a wave of heat rushed throughout the room. At the source of the wave suddenly stood Witchfire, her burning ember eyes seemed to pale, the tell tale fire that burned from her shoulders seemed to weaken as she clutched her side, and collapsed in the center of the room. Obviously whoever or whatever was responsible for pulling Kara away did not intend for anyone to follow the trail. The spell took a mighty toll on Rebecca's body as she fought to remain conscious, groaning and rolling onto her back, blinded by artificial lights above her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenHavok</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 05:11:34</strong>
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				Jay looks over to the tall red head clad in green. She is working diligently on the computers. He inches closer to her<br>&nbsp; "Have you figured out what is going on yet?"<br>As soon as he asked his question he backed away a few steps. She had something to her posture that warned him he might have bitten off more than he could chew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 10:31:08</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=41594.msg2039179#msg2039179">Quote from: Seraph on 13-07-2009, 01:40:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She brought the bottle of fruit flavored alcohol to her lips, taking another long drink.&nbsp; &nbsp; “So am I the only one in the dark here?&nbsp; What exactly is the league…&nbsp; for some reason I don’t&nbsp; think we’re talking about baseball are we?”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Sinestro breifly glanced over at the wormhole opening beside him.&nbsp; He chalked it up to temporal interference, and decided to deal with it later.&nbsp; For now, he simply had to herd this group of senseless cats in the right direction.&nbsp; "The Justice League is a group of superpowered crimefighters."&nbsp; Sinistro explained in his deep, authoritative voice.&nbsp; "This is their home base, though I'm not familiar with the specifics of it.&nbsp; We were called here for a reason; and assuming we aren't just going to take off our clothes and all pile in on a big team building orgy..."&nbsp; Sinestro glanced at the two women making out in the corner.&nbsp; "Then introductions are in order."&nbsp; <br><br>Sinestro stood, taking a bow before the assembled group.&nbsp; "I am Sinestro Dazim Al Korugar, Crown Prince of Korugar and Yellow Lantern First Class, the latter title being to my infinite regret.&nbsp; I work to preserve order and justice, always fighting against the agents of chaos, who would destroy everything just to watch the world burn.&nbsp; My power is my own fear of sliding into despotism, which the Yellow Lantern power ring focuses into a potent weapon.&nbsp; I am not the strongest, nor fastest of heroes, but the fact that I draw power from fear makes me almost impossible to destroy."&nbsp; The Prince of Korugar said, sitting back down in one of the seats at the edge of the room.&nbsp; Hopefully someone else would go next, and everybody would be on the same page.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 10:41:05</strong>
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				The Maze, he had to get sentenced to "The Maze".<br><br>The Enigma turns a corner in the maze, hurtling over one of the spike traps at a sprint. He tries not to think of how he knew it was there- but with a photographic memory good for the last 20 years it would be hard too. He recognized the spot because before his turn in the Maze they had made him watch the others before him. That particular trap had hamstrung the CheetahWoman, one of Superwoman's foes. It wasn't enough to kill her- but soon after wards Superwoman and Ultraman, the two most powerful members of the Crime Syndicate of Amerika, caught up to her. The animals had made a man with perfect memory watch his lover being literally raped to death by two people known for tossing tanks like children's toys. On pay-per-view no less.<br><br>One advantage of "The Maze", the Crime Syndicate were oriented toward profit- and they had given him back his gear to make it an interesting show. That was the rule, the prisoner got a 15 minute head start in the Maze, then a CSA member was released into the Maze with them at once an hour so they could execute the prisoner personally.<br><br>Of course, everyone underestimated the world's smartest man. Most of the prisoners lasted about 10 minutes after the first Syndicate member was allowed into the maze- 5 if that one member was Ultraman, Superwoman, or Owlman.<br><br>The Enigma was 3 minutes shy of the record, set by the White Martian 11 years ago. Ultraman and Superwoman were brutes, an improvised EM pulse to knock out their more sophisticated tracking systems and they were both blind. Owlman had been trickier, it had taken the Enigma almost half an hour of constant dodging to figure out where his subdermal implant was, and to remove it from his own temple. King Fish just took a quick hack into the environmental systems of the maze to raise the temperature and lower the humidity enough to make the Maze hostile enough that he had to back off. Power Ring and Jonny Quick required a more delicate alteration, of the Maze's audio systems to improvise a neuro-scramble for the two youngest members. The Red Martian just took some well placed fires.<br><br>Of course, those things only slowed down the Syndicate. Now they had him cornered. 160 seconds shy of the record and the first prisoner to last long enough to bring in all the 7 members of the Crime Syndicate of Amerika since the White Martian.<br><br>"<strong>You lose, Eddie.</strong>" the Owlman added with menace, a razorang at the ready.<br><br>"<strong>As you define victory, I agree. My survival seems highly unlikely.</strong>" he says, the technology in his suit for a moment seems to make him appear like a hispanic woman, then an overweight african-american man, then back to the lanky white man that was the real Eddie. His mask maintains the blank green field with the purple question mark, but mostly for the show.<br><br>"<strong>Any last words for the viewers at home? 147 seconds for the record.</strong>" Jonny Quick blurts out.<br><br>"<strong>For them, not really- nothing that hasn't been said already. I do have some for you 7 though.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>I'll bite, what is it?</strong>" Ultraman asks, stepping closer.<br><br>"<strong>It's interesting, comparing my run with that of the White Martian. He could become invisible, shape-shift, was strong, invulnerable, could read minds- just a massive barrage of powers. His record had gone unchallenged all those years because of them.<br><br>Then I show up, and I hold back all 7 of you. And my only power is that I'm clever. Makes you wonder a few things.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>What could you possibly be talking about, little man?</strong>" Superwoman demands.<br><br>"<strong>Like what else I've been planning, like what have I made it a point to distract you from- and just how vulnerable do you 7 look now.</strong>"<br><br>Then begins the strange feelings of euphoria with flashes of blue and gold. All present and viewing are confused as to what it could be, especially the Enigma. He however managed to keep it off his face.<br><br>"<strong>And then of course, what this could be. . .</strong>"<br><br>-----------<br><br>The Enigma stands upon the transport platform, surveying the room around him- "his" face seems to be a basic field of green with a purple question mark in the middle. What looks to be a classic blue suit with a question mark tie that he's obviously done a fair amount of running and sweating in appears normal. The fact that "his" gender, race, height, weight, and age seem to be fluctuating madly and randomly every few seconds does not seem normal in the slightest.<br><br>"<strong>Well, that was unexpected. From the fact that I am seeing what appears to be a brightly colored Superwoman and more formal looking Power Grrl swapping spit, despite the fact that Superwoman personally killed Power Grrl from spreading dissident music, that this is something involving parallel universes?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GabrielM</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 11:08:11</strong>
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				Lora had not found a whole lot of information it seemed that the computers were not fully unlock but she did find out more about the members of this worlds team, things like past exploits and great moments. She was rather amazed that many of the team members were men. She was not sure she was going to like this place. She did know that the first man who thought he was superior was in for one hell of an ass kicking. <br><br>Lora looked up at the brown headed male who had earlier messed with the computers. He spoke and then backed away and this made Lora smile because he knew she wasn't to be taken lightly. She then turned to look directly at him.<br><br>"No I have not found out anything about our situation just some more about this worlds heroes..." and that's when it hit her, if there had been a Green Lantern here than she might be able to contact his superiors. She figured that maybe she should wait though and find out more about their situation first. "Do you have any ideas?"<br><br>Without much thought she looked over at Sinestro and muttered under her breath "Prick..." she was unsure if the brown head had heard her or not. This Sinestro needed to calm down with the know it all I am the self appointed leader stuff or he might be first on her list.<br><br>She looked at the brown head male again "My name is Lora by the way..." she paused a moment "Your name is?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 12:10:21</strong>
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				As they started into the computer, files and information started appearing on the screen.&nbsp; Biographies, enemies, allies, resources.&nbsp; As they worked further into the files they found older cases, then new ones.<br><br>In the past two weeks there had been a larger amount of seemingly natural disasters.&nbsp; It had started with a dictator in the Middle East.&nbsp; According to the file he had somehow developed super powers over night.&nbsp; &nbsp; Then large scale flooding in Asia, food shortages and earthquakes.&nbsp; A new Prime Minister had been elected to handle the crisis but it had grown worse.&nbsp; Then in South America, a new outbreak of a powerful version of the bubonic plague.&nbsp; Video clips of the dying, each of them bleeding from the eyes.&nbsp; The last was a news video clip showing new weapons development from a company.&nbsp; Batman's notes showed that it was interesting how advance the weaponary they were developing was.&nbsp; How advance and deadly.<br><br>Before each of these incidents, the Watchtower computers had recorded a strange energy spike.&nbsp; The energy spike was the same for each and in that part of the world.&nbsp; No further developments were listed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 20:57:42</strong>
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				"<strong>Fascinating,</strong>" The Enigma responds- the changes from this world and his own becoming increasingly obvious, "<strong>In a horrible sort of way.</strong>"<br><br>The mask's green light seems to dim a bit as "she", for the moment, looks out over the other heroes.<br><br>"<strong>Do not be alarmed, just a simple scan.</strong>" "he", once again just for the moment, assures. What he learns would fill volumes and warrants further study, later.<br><br>"<strong>In my home universe I was called 'The Enigma'- and quite simply I was the smartest person on the planet. Probably still am from the looks of things, no offense intended.</strong>" he states, trying to lighten the mood and seeming to switch genders again mid-sentence. It's interesting how the voice can keep up with the apparent changes.<br><br>"<strong>So, looks like we have a mess to clean up. Shall we continue introductions or do we have to do the standard greeting for metas- fight until we realize it's been a comic misunderstanding.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 00:10:51</strong>
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				Diana sighed as yet another flash revealed yet another guy in a suit. Girl in a suit? Girl in a clow- right, illusions. And a talky illusion too. Not that, um, <em>it</em> didn’t have a point.<br><br>“I don’t think there’s any cause for us to fight. I don’t entirely understand the whole different universes … thing, but I recognise some of you, and some of you seem to recognise me. And if Crown Prince Sinestro is right, then this Justice League is a force for peace – and they need our help.” She nodded as she spoke, the works felt right.<br><br>“I am Princess Diana of Themyscira. I was also called Wonder Woman by the tabloids.” She blushes slightly, “Except for the Sun.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Enmuro</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 00:18:27</strong>
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				O-ma stared blankly at the mass of information flitting across the displays. There had clearly been some hidden force at work down on the earth. That same unknown had presumably led to the demise of this worlds justice league.<br><br>Aquaman processed this information while the heroes talked. He didn't acknowledge the others or face sinestro while he was introducing himself. The information on the screens hadn't mentioned any unusual activities in the worlds waterways besides flooding. Typical, this was probably just another plot by some land dweller against his own kind.&nbsp; Such affairs were beneath the ruler of the oceans. <br><br>Oma heads toward the closest door out of the room. Cocking his head back he addresses the only person who has expressed interest in leading the new league, sinestro.<br><br>"I wish you well in your efforts Sinestro, but it would appear that this matter is one belonging to you air breathers.&nbsp; For my part I will take what time I have here and head to the flood zones in Asia to check on my people. " He doesn't add the results of his machine halves analysis. In the background it had run a comparison of behavior and mannerisms of those in the room to his onboard database of villains and heroes. It wasn't useful information anyway, just one more factor in how long he had to live.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenHavok</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 00:40:23</strong>
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				Still feeling remarkably out of place, Jay was looking at the newly appearing people. How many were there? They just seemed to keep coming. The scary computer lady was talking to him now. All these women were very intimidating, but she seemed to hate men, or at least not think much of them. This Sinestro character was talking about all these things that didn't make sense. He couldn't take much more new information, or he thought his head might explode.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Hey Lora, i'm Jay..."<br>That was all he could think to say, he casually sat down to take in the new theatrics that were presenting themselves. It didn't make sense to him why anyone would want to be the leader...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 00:53:46</strong>
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				"Lady Superb?" The once and present Power Girl blinked girlishly and giggled, overacting her true amusement at the title. Governess Diana Themyscira had sported a fairly unremarkable accent, but this Diana had a distinct English quirk to her voice. An interesting universe would produce a Greek heroine that sounded like she came from a wealthy district of London. It gave her a certain... eroticism to her every word, on top of her already sensual behavior. How delightfully tolerable. "I'm known as Power Girl in my universe... but I could get used to Lady Superb, I think."<br><br>Parting her lips to continue their 'discussion,' a loud crash came from behind her, and she turned to see a dazed Witchfire collapse several feet away. There was a blast of heat, and then the air stilled. Kara trotted over to her fallen subordinate, looking down at her blankly for a moment. She took a taste of the air, and as she suspected, that particular scent of magical ingredients, hot skin, and a special brand of perfume that Kara so relished made her certain of it: this was <em>her</em> Witchfire.<br><br>Nudging her with a foot and getting little more than a groan, Kara knelt and lifted Rebecca, cradling her in her arms, shaking her gently. "Oi, wake up. There's no time for sleeping."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 01:21:24</strong>
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				She looked back and forth ,again,&nbsp; even more strangers began to pop in from various parts of the cosmos.&nbsp; The young woman really wished she could have been surprised by it all,&nbsp; but in the end… after she went through her transformation,&nbsp; nothing else really managed to get underneath her skin anymore.&nbsp; Kristin wasn’t quite sure if it was the experience itself,&nbsp; or if the strange organism that was living inside her was providing her with a sort of programmed comfort.&nbsp; It really didn’t matter,&nbsp; maybe she’d think about it later…&nbsp; that is if this world didn’t have access to any particularly amusing media.&nbsp; <br><br>It appeared as if introductions were in order,&nbsp; though she really only half heartedly paid attention to anything anyone was saying.&nbsp; “I’m Kristin Winters,&nbsp; born and raised in metropolis.&nbsp; I’m no princess, queen,&nbsp; goddess,&nbsp; or anything fancy like that.&nbsp; I did make the front page of the Daily Planet quite a few times though.&nbsp; They dubbed me The Iron Maiden,&nbsp; it’s a silly little name I guess…&nbsp; but who I am to tell the public they’re wrong…&nbsp; though guess its no worse then Power Girl and Wonder&nbsp; Woman.”&nbsp; She said her full lips cracking into a quick grin.<br><br>“I can’t really explain my abilities to well…&nbsp; besides,&nbsp; even if I did I doubt anyone would do anything but laugh at me and tell me I’m exaggerating.”&nbsp; She grinned and gave the group a little wave.&nbsp; “Nice to meet you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 01:55:18</strong>
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				Sinestro nodded to the assembled crowd.&nbsp; "A mad, superhuman dictator seems like a logical first choice.&nbsp; By defeating him, we acquire some legitimacy to assume control of his country, providing us with a base from which to deal with whatever has gone wrong."&nbsp; He suggested, turning towards the Enigma.&nbsp; "I can personally vouch for the Enigma.&nbsp; In my world, he is one of Red Hood's closest advisors.&nbsp; Alongside Psyche Iatrist, he may be the only bieng that Red trusts."&nbsp; The Prince explained, hoping to make clear by his tone that he was open to suggestions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 02:17:11</strong>
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				"<strong>Correction, it is the logical first choice if all threats were purely human in nature. They are not. Publicly, Begin with whichever puts the most people in danger.</strong>" the Enigma begins, getting his thoughts together.<br><br>"<strong>Meanwhile, those of us with notable ability as detectives work the energy spike angle. Someone or something is arranging these events and the spikes are the first clue.</strong>"<br><br>The Enigma shifts his attention toward the computer screens, studying the spikes closely. Teleportation technology perhaps?<br><br>"<strong>And for the record, how long do you think it will be until this phenomenon begins targeting water breathers? If intelligent, separating our forces by attacking mostly air breathers in the beginning and banking on your people's isolationism may be the idea.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 02:47:54</strong>
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				The smoke in the ruined warehouse was choking, blinding and disorienting.&nbsp; Green Arrow wheeled on her heels, coughing into her glove, and trying to locate her enemy in the rubble.&nbsp; The Bat, ever crafty, cunning and stealthy, had more than enough cover to maneuver behind her, take her from an unexpected angle, and drop her before even her enhanced reflexes could react.&nbsp; <br><br>"I know you're there, Bat," she called, hacking again into her hand.&nbsp; She really needed to get out of here before her lungs siezed up completely, but with the Bat lurking somewhere unknown, she couldn't afford to make a break for the door.&nbsp; "Come out, and we'll settle this once and for all!"<br><br>His mocking chuckle drifted to her on the smoke and the heat currents.&nbsp; She whirled again, nocking, drawing and shooting all in one rapid-fire motion, but her arrow pinned itself into a crate and quivered uselessly.&nbsp; "I don't dance with flunkies on Queen's payroll, Arrow," the disembodied voice said, bouncing from place to place.&nbsp; "Your mistress, on the other hand... Now <em>she's</em> an asset worth acquiring for Wayne Enterprises."<br><br>Green Arrow shook her head and tried to pull back into wreckage that would give her some cover.&nbsp; She was too open, too vulnerable, standing like an idiot in the middle of the clearest spot in the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Bat didn't need any extra help, after all.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You really think you're in Queen's league, Bat?&nbsp; She eats people like you for breakfast."<br><br>A sudden movement from the left resulted in another arrow quivering in a stack of pallets, but when Green Arrow moved to salvage it, she noted a red smear on the shaft, and a scrap of dark grey cloth buried with the tip in the wood.&nbsp; "Got you that time, Bat," she murmured, shoving the arrow back into her quiver.&nbsp; <br><br>"You think so?" This time the voice was directly behind her, and as she gasped and whirled, a black-booted foot slammed into the side of her head and sent her reeling backwards.&nbsp; &nbsp;In her hazy double-vision, the Bat loomed over her, dark and menacing, eyes shielded white behind the mask.&nbsp; <br><br>She was not a hand-to-hand fighter, but she swung a fist anyway, hoping her speed would count for something.&nbsp; But the Bat almost negligently dodged her wild swing, caught her wrist, and slammed her face-first into the nearest stack of pallets. <br><br>His body was flush against her in the next moment, lewd and unwanted.&nbsp; The suit he wore had been designed to hide nothing, and the state of his arousal was quite evident against the curve of her ass.&nbsp; "You're quick," he murmured into her ear, free hand snaking around to grope at her right breast.&nbsp; "Flexible.&nbsp; I don't suppose I can convince you to seek employment with Wayne Enterprises, can I?&nbsp; You might find it more...<em>pleasurable</em> than working for the Ice Queen."<br><br>Green Arrow snarled in outrage and, though her head was still throbbing in protest of the abuse it had already received, she slammed it back against him.&nbsp; At this close range, there was no dodging the Bat could do, and the back of her skull slammed into his throat.&nbsp; <br><br>The Bat reeled away, choking and coughing, and she was free.&nbsp; Green Arrow staggered away, seeing stars and seeing double.&nbsp; Her vision was swimming, and colors flurried crazily through her head.&nbsp; She was hovering on the edge of unconsciousness, but it wasn't black that was coming to claim her.&nbsp; It was blue, and as it engulfed her, it dissolved the rest of the room away.<br><br>***<br><br>When her vision returned to something approximating normal, she found herself not where she had just been.&nbsp; The warehouse was gone, even if the stink of smoke still filled her nose and the stains and smudges of ash and soot still streaked her skin and clothes. The room was clean, sterile... a transport pad of some sort?<br><br>Belatedly, she glanced frantically around, but the Bat was nowhere in sight.&nbsp; <br><br>She groaned, and the hand that wasn't holding her bow clutched at her temple.&nbsp; <em>Are my implants malfunctioning? What the hell just happened?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 02:57:52</strong>
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				Sinestro sighed, and took it upon himself to greet the newcomer.&nbsp; The Prince took Green Arrow by the hand, and brought it to his lips, giving her a kiss.&nbsp; "Welcome to Earth-1."&nbsp; He said authoritatively, not even quite sure why he was being so formal yet forward.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the fact that she was wearing green.&nbsp; Sinestro liked green...&nbsp; "You've been pulled out of your universe to assist this one.&nbsp; Major threats, currently at superhero league headquarters.&nbsp; In space, I am told.&nbsp; I am not in a villain in the universe I come from.&nbsp; You're particularly beautiful."&nbsp; Sinestro said in a sort of quick rant, hoping that got the newcomer up to speed.<br><br>"I hope your transport did not interrupt anything urgent."&nbsp; Sinestro said, relasing Green Arrow's hand and looking around the station, starting to realize that there were going to be a LOT of wormholes.&nbsp; "We'll need at least one person in the station to greet any newcomers that happen to come."&nbsp; He said, hoping that the idea of making sure the security system was detecting any wormholes in other parts of the station was obvious enough for someone else to suggest it.&nbsp; A good leader always tries not to look like the smartest one in the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Enmuro</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 04:30:41</strong>
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				He wishes they would stop introducing themselves. It will only serve to confuse the fact that each of them are different than their alter egos. A trustworthy friend could just as easily be be a villain, even as a villain could be a hero-apparently the case for Sinestro. OM-A reaches the door and pauses as he comes to the realization that he neither can pilot a shuttle nor use the teleporters, if they even exist, on this station. <br><br>Scanning around the room for any piece of technology that looks familiar he finds nothing. Again defeated he heads back to see what Enigma is doing. At all chances he avoids getting anywhere near Kara or even looking in her direction. She had an air of someone who got what she wanted, the exact opposite of how he remembered his worlds version of her.<br><br>"If you're a smart man Enigma, then you should realize that We, or beings like us, have already tried their best and failed. There is no reason to believe that we will fare any differently. The Bats plan has merely brought more prey into the firepit. Still, it appears this world is strange enough to me that I am useless on my own here. I will aid in any wetwork you people can use me for until I am adjusted."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 05:17:04</strong>
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				Her head still ringing like an anvil, Green Arrow took the kiss on the hand and the overload of information with all the gace and aplomb she could muster.&nbsp; Which wasn't up to her usual standards, given her condition and her state of mind.&nbsp; <br><br>"...Thank you?" she tried, when this Sinestro character finished his spiel, trying to make sense of everything.&nbsp; "Earth-1?&nbsp; I'm not sure I...understand..."<br><br>Briefly, she entertained the idea that the Bat had tested some new gadget or gizmo of his on her during teir battle in the warehouse.&nbsp; Hadn't Wayne Enterprises been rumored to be developing some kind of hallucinogenic aerosol drug some years back?&nbsp; But not even Olivia Queen's deepest, darkest fantasies have come up with something so utterly bizarre as this place she now found herself facing.<br><br>She opened her mouth to speak, but her previous run-in with the perils of smoke inhalation killed her words before they could form on her lips.&nbsp; Despite how utterly undignified it looked, she couldn't help but hack up soot-flecked phlegm.&nbsp; Her lugs groaned in protest, and her throat felt as raw as sandpaper.<br><br>She tried again.&nbsp; "Is this Gotham?&nbsp; Or am I still in Star City?&nbsp; What corp operates this facility? I know it isn't one of mine... Is this one of Wayne's playhouses, or is it Luthor I should be worrying about?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 05:32:07</strong>
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				Sinestro tried to answer Green Arrow's questions as best he could.&nbsp; "Your universe; all universes, are part of a larger multiverse.&nbsp; You have been pulled from your home dimension into this alternate dimension, where all organized superpowered crimefighters have been killed."&nbsp; He said, hoping it would make things... a little bit easier.&nbsp; She was suffering from smoke inhalation, and could use some oxygen.&nbsp; Possibly a session in a hyperbaric chamber.&nbsp; "As I have explained, you are in space, in a satellite called the watchtower.&nbsp; It is the home base of the Justice League, an organized group of crime fighters, and in large part funded by Wayne enterprises.&nbsp; That has little bearing on our activities, though."&nbsp; Sinestro said, unsure what connection Wayne Enterprises could have with what was going on.<br><br>"I suggest we take you to the medical bay.&nbsp; I have a basic training in medicine, and should be able to find equipment with which to administer oxygen."&nbsp; Sinestro offered, worried of the risk of permanent damage if she didn't have mechanical assistance to siphon off soot and ash before it coated her lungs.&nbsp; "Do you have any other injuries?"&nbsp; The Prince asked, deciding hastily that emergency medical treatment trumped trying to herd the steadily growing group of cats in the room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenHavok</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:40:59</strong>
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				Jay looks around, seeing this mass of people getting no where, when an idea comes to him.<br>&nbsp; "Well if i got this information correct, there are mass catastrophes on all the continents, right? Well there are 10 or so of us, we could split into small teams and investigate the larger ones, if anyone comes across anything, we just contact the others.&nbsp; At least i think it's a good idea..."<br><br>He scans the room to see what the responses are, and whether or not there are shoes flying at his head.<br>&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:52:36</strong>
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				It is difficult to describe an actual interdimensional translocative jaunt since the mechanics are superfluous, but what can be said for certain is this:&nbsp; in a confrontation in another dimension built parallel to this one, something really big had struck him and sent him hurtling.&nbsp; The teleport hadn't actually displaced the inertia of said hurtling, so what the members of the new and improved Justice League of America saw was a soaring figure jack-knifing into a platform.&nbsp; An atrocious impact followed, the heavy figure bending steel in his plummet, with monitors crashing atop of him.&nbsp; Sparks flew, small fires were begotten, but the automatic extinguishers cooled all ignitions in instants.<br><br>It took approximately three seconds for the man to hurl a monitor off of himself and pull himself together.&nbsp; He was approximately 6'2, and was clad in standard superhero attire; a weighted scalloped cape that pooled at his feet, a horned cowl, a bat crest and a utility belt.&nbsp; He was, in a parallel but temporally advanced timeline, Batman.&nbsp; And he did not look happy.&nbsp; When did he ever?<br><br>A thick arm moved at his side, the cape curtaining only slightly to reveal a vicious wound that he had suffered: a steel rod had penetrated his side, gone clean through the liver.&nbsp; The man pulled the rod out slowly, then let it drop to the grating, clattering.&nbsp; He ambled towards the railing, and with great grace, hopped over and down to alight the floor below.&nbsp; He landed relatively noiselessly; his cape drifted like a palm tree in a summer breeze.&nbsp; He glanced around at the others and uttered:<br><br>&nbsp;"Hh."<br><br>Batman already had an idea of what was happening; the confused, alarmed faces of the other superheroes told an all too familiar tale.&nbsp; Why are we here?&nbsp; What's going on?&nbsp; Batman had already deduced why he was there.&nbsp; But as to the happenings, that needed objective clarification.<br><br>The onyx mantle engulfed the figure of the man, giving him a liquid silhouette as he approached the main computer.&nbsp; He looked up at the looped video, then towards the Enigma.<br><br>&nbsp;"This happened once before," Batman said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Except Batman used T-Spheres designed by Dr. Michael Holt to get our attention."<br><br>His cape obscured movement, so it appeared that he was gliding instead of walking, and he was gliding towards another room.&nbsp; However, a team portrait caught his eye briefly, and he stopped to admire it before he walked into the JLA meeting room.&nbsp; A thick metallic round table stood in the middle; the crests of fallen superheroes engraved like place mats to denote who sat where.&nbsp; Batman took Firestorm's place and sat like a worn general.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon and Star</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 08:54:54</strong>
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				Witchfire couldn't make head or tails of the silhouette standing above her, given her blurred vision. She was pretty damn sure she was still alive if the pain was any indication. Then she felt a boot nudging her, she groaned as she struggled through the intense shock the spell had dealt to her. Then as she felt herself being lifted, part of her relaxed... these muscles, and limbs that held her felt so familiar, and then the voice only confirmed it.<br><br>Rebecca smiled weakly as her eyes slowly focused on the woman she knew, "Kara," she croaked then visibly blanched, "it's not my fault," she said weakly, fearing Kara's wrath. Her hand lightly clutched the shoulder of the powerful woman holding her, "I felt something happening, and tried my best to follow you." She drew comfort from being in Kara's arms, even in anger they were the safest place to be. Certainly, Witchfire took the brunt of Kara's frustration at times but Kara had never inflicted any permanent harm on her due to a few protective enchantments she had weaved. Also, Rebecca knew that she'd become important to Kara, Ultimate or not. Despite withdrawing from all things she'd considered human after finding out she was actually a homunculi, the icy, beating husk in her chest wanted to return those feelings.<br><br>Witchfire tried to calm down and catch her breath, needing to regain some of her energy if she was to figure out how to get them both back to their dimension, hopefully before Luthor knew they were gone. "I think I know what happened Kara, but I don't know how or why, yet," she spoke quietly as she was still unaware of their surroundings and of anyone in earshot. Her hand rested over one of Kara's muscular biceps and she felt relieved when their didn't seem to be any tension in the powerful woman's arm. She couldn't afford to tax herself on healing spells for herself at this point... someone had to answer for dragging them here.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GabrielM</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 09:08:21</strong>
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				Lora ignored the newest new comer for it was starting to get on her nerves. It was like this Earths Batman thought that if you throw enough force at any problem it could be solved and she normally would agree. She watched as it seemed that most of the group was starting to feel it too. Then Lora had a realization.<br><br>I might know of a way to find out more or less exactly what happened." Lora spoke up and took a step forward. "You see I know that there was a Green Lantern here on this Earth. If my ring can home in on his and I can get to it I can create a holographic like playback of everything the previous wearers have ever seen." She looked about not wanting for anything to be drawn out any longer. She wanted to take action and if that meant working as a team with men she was willing to do that. "As Sinestro must know as well as long as the ring has not for some reason disguised its signature we can find it. I do not know however if Sinestro can control the ring but I know I can." She paused a moment as a thought entered her mind one that she had not considered before speaking. "That is of course if it has not been destroyed."<br><br>Lora looked over at Jay and took in a breath. " I must agree with Jay it seems that splitting up would do us good. As we go our separate ways I suggest that Sinestro and I be in separate groups so that we have better odds at finding this Earths ring."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 12:49:27</strong>
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				The Yellow Lantern kept my mouth shut... He obviously couldn't interface with the ring, but to explain why would divulge his weakness.&nbsp; Yet, it was important information.&nbsp; "Unfortunately, my ring cannot affect things that are green, nor constructs formed of pure willpower.&nbsp; By my understanding, a Green Lantern ring is both."&nbsp; Sinestro said, hoping he hadn't weakened his position too badly.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Yet the newcomer...&nbsp; he was a fright.&nbsp; "You've been impaled!" Sinestro shouted, staring at the wound.&nbsp; With his power ring, he created he yellow floating stretcher.&nbsp; It had more straps and needles on it than he would like, but it would serve its purpose.&nbsp; "Come on!&nbsp; We have to get this man to the medical station.&nbsp; He's mortally wounded!"&nbsp; Sinestro said, running towards the bleeding batman.&nbsp; How was he even still walking?&nbsp; The girder looked like it had gone clean through his liver.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 13:16:42</strong>
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				"<strong>I believe I can be of assistance.</strong>" The Enigma speaks up at the sound of a medical emergency, "<strong>I am considered a world class surgeon.</strong>"<br><br>And with that the Enigma disappears into the medical bay with the patient, working feverishly on the girder's victim- while somewhere in the back of his mind the spikes of energy danced tauntingly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 13:35:20</strong>
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				She seemed to be listening, even seemed to be understanding, until Sinestro mentioned Wayne Enterprises funding the Watchtower, and then all comprehension seemed to go out the window.&nbsp; "<em>Wayne</em>," she growled, and if there was any more loathing she could put into that word, one certainly couldn't tell it.&nbsp; <br><br>She leaned heavily against the wall, shaking her head clear of the dizziness and the ringing.&nbsp; She needed painkillers and an oxygen mask, and soon, but she was far more used to fighting on her feet half-dead than she was not.&nbsp; One of these days, she was going to have to upgrade her bioware to include air filters in her lungs, and nanobots to repair damage as it happened.&nbsp; <br><br>She saw the others gathered in the room then, some she knew, others she didn't.&nbsp; The vast and varied differences between those present and those she knew in passing in her... home dimension?... was astounding, and went further than Sinestro's words could have to convince her she really wasn't She had to squint to identify Kara-El, this version of her was so different, so proud.&nbsp; So free.&nbsp; Luthor kept both Kara-El and Kal-El on very short leashes, complete with collars, so there was no chance that this woman was the one she knew.&nbsp; <br><br>"I should be fine when my lungs clear," she rasped, then cleared her throat and coughed again.&nbsp; But Sinestro had already run off, shouting about more wounds and creating a yellow stretcher out of thin air.&nbsp; "Huh..." was her clever response.<br><br>And then she saw who he was running to.&nbsp; The Bat, in all his smug, arrogant glory.&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed and a hand went to the quiver at her side, fingers brushing the fletching of one of her explosive arrows.&nbsp; &nbsp;The thought occured to her, bolstered by the fact that this Bat seemed <em>different</em> in costume and demeanour to her age-old foe, that perhaps this wasn't her world's Bat.&nbsp; Her hand eased away from her quiver.&nbsp; She would keep an eye on him for now.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned and began making her way to the medical bay.&nbsp; Though she'd never been in this facility before, she had spent half a lifetime crawling through Wayne Enterprises labs and operations, and Wayne was nothing if not a stickler for the tried and true.&nbsp; Dimensions didn't matter; some things never changed, and Wayne was one of those things.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 13:52:09</strong>
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				Batman had heard Sinestro after him, but still proceeded to enter the JLA's meeting room.&nbsp; When Sinestro entered accompanied by the Enigma, Batman pointed to a the Green Lantern's seat and firmly stated:&nbsp; <strong> "Sit down."</strong>&nbsp; He loathed himself immediately for being... arrogant, but some habits are inherited, and those are the most difficult to destroy.<br><br>The JLA's meeting room was where all of the tactical decisions were made.&nbsp; It's odd, but whenever he saw the table, he was reminded of when he was a child, looking up in awe at Hawkman and Green Arrow arguing on the semantics of anticipated conclusions.&nbsp; They were so... passionate about their message.&nbsp; He remembered Wonder Woman's peaceful arbitration, Ray Palmer's wise insertions, and the Bat-Man's terrible scowl.&nbsp; That had haunted him.&nbsp; The scowl.<br><br>He looked at himself in the table's reflection, and saw that scowl beneath the cowl and he was himself startled.&nbsp; Not because he was frightful, but because he looked so much like him.&nbsp; The man he had never wanted to be, he now was.&nbsp; The man that his colleagues had constantly warned him he was becoming, he had now become.&nbsp; Batman sighed.&nbsp; His inner conflict was one of the forces of nature pulling at the forces of fate.<br><br>Drawing a hand up, he pushed back his cowl to reveal himself not to be Bruce Wayne, but Dick Grayson.&nbsp; He looked exhausted, with his hair matted on the top of his head and dry blood crusting around his left eye.&nbsp; A set of piercing blue eyes settled on Sinestro, and his voice assumed a diplomatic tone.<br><br>&nbsp;"I am grateful for your attempts at medical assistance, Sinestro," Grayson said.&nbsp; He had never known Sinestro as an ally, so the concept wasn't particularly comfortable. The only Lantern he had liked, after all, was Alan Scott.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"But your medical administration is unnecessary.&nbsp; I heal quickly."&nbsp; Here, a pause.&nbsp; "Please, get the others.&nbsp; We have a meeting to conduct and some very large shoes to fill."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 14:12:40</strong>
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				"An Owl Man with powers..."&nbsp; Sinestro mused, staring at the man with a hole in the third most blood filled organ in his body.&nbsp; "Surely everything which can be imagined exists in this multiverse."&nbsp; The Prince said, looking at the seat labelled Green Lantern.&nbsp; "That seat does not belong to me.&nbsp; It rightly belongs to Lora.&nbsp; I am the spawn of a villainous brood, not worthy of such a seat."&nbsp; Sinestro said, dismissing the stretcher.&nbsp; "Enigma, skilled though you are at medicine, I believe the needs of the group would be best served if I saw to the medical care of Green Arrow, while you assist this Batman in planning."&nbsp; Sinestro suggested, running off towards wherever Green Arrow had staggered off to.&nbsp; That woman seemed to have an idea of where she was going.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 15:49:30</strong>
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				Everyone was moving. After what must have been initial shock at finding themselves in another place, another universe, people seemed to have sprung into the beginnings of action. Probably because it seems the late arrivals didn't enjoy the teleport as much - the last three having come on fire, choking and, well, pierced. Speared? Something like that. At this rate, if anyone else popped through, they'd arrive near dead.<br><br>With the one apparently called Power Girl distracted, Diana decided to see what all the shouting and growling in the next room was about. She sauntered through to the meeting room, her hips rolling overly dramatically.<br><br>"Don't mind me." She murmured as made a beeline towards a seat marked with her twin Ws. Slid into it, cross her legs beneath the table, then looked across to the Batman. "So, I assume you've got a plan. You look like the type. Does it have anything to do with the power signatures that Enigma has been going on about?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 19:19:37</strong>
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				While the oxygen mask was fixed firmly around her mouth and nose, Olivia took the opportunity to swipe a handful of alcohol swabs from a drawer and a hand mirror from beside the sink.&nbsp; Gingerly, she sat on the edge of a cot, drew back her hood and tore open the first packet.&nbsp; <br><br>She was a fright, with small cuts trailing blood into her tangled, dishevelled blonde hair, and dirt smudging her cheeks, nose and chin.&nbsp; "Good lord," she mumbled beneath the hiss of oxygen, and began dabbing at her face.&nbsp; &nbsp; She wiggled her nose, wincing at the ache and the sting of alcohol on the scrapes, but it didn't feel broken.&nbsp; She hadn't been looking forward to another rhinoplasty anyway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 01:11:36</strong>
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				An unspoken, intangible force arched Grayson's fingers in frustration as he watched Sinestro nonchalantly leave the inaugural meeting of the new Justice League of America, but the man hid his anger well.&nbsp; Instead, he dissolved it with a quick remark to Enigma, but it was a remark more spoken to himself:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Lanterns and women.&nbsp; No matter what reality you step into, they'll always be as keen as pie."<br><br>He shook his head, leaned back into his chair, and then began to speak to the active computer.<br><br>&nbsp;"Bat Computer, access standard JLA operating procedures; download the JLA charter.&nbsp; Then, download the minutes of the last ten meetings, in reverse chronological order.&nbsp; Finally, download munitions and vehicle inventories."<br><br>He turned his head, and appeared to listen to something, then nodded.<br><br>&nbsp;"Affirmative."<br><br>He turned to look at Enigma, scowling:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Advanced militarization, energy spikes in outer space; it sounds like someone has been violating intergalactic anti-weapon laws."&nbsp; He placed his hands in front of his lips, and seemed to be in perfect concentration.&nbsp; So much that he did not notice Wonder Woman enter, sit and regard him until a half-minute later.<br><br>&nbsp;"A plan?" he asked, a bit startled.&nbsp; &nbsp;"No.&nbsp; A course of action, yes.&nbsp; JLA computer, please record."<br><br>Batman stood up and paced around the table.<br><br>&nbsp;"First, the course of action we must take is a bureaucratic one.&nbsp; The Justice League of America means something in this dimension, and we must strive to operate by its standards.&nbsp; Secondly, we must make logical conclusions about&nbsp; our situation.<br><br>"We know that we are here.&nbsp; We know that we were chosen.&nbsp; We must assume that there is something which forces us to perform the duties that are asked of us, because it does not make sense for someone to pluck us from our respective realities without us having some benefit.&nbsp; I propose that whatever is happening in this dimension will occur to our dimensions, and it's to our advantage to attempt to prevent that from happening.&nbsp; To do so, we must stop whatever it is we are here to stop.<br><br>"But we have no information.&nbsp; We have to get it. Priority one:&nbsp; We must investigate the energy signatures.&nbsp; A team consisting of this gentleman here, one of the Lanterns and some heavy firepower will check it out.&nbsp; I want to know the what, the where, the who and the why."&nbsp; Batman turns to look at Enigma.&nbsp; "I do not know if you're familiar with them, but the Javelin Space Transports have a lab equal to the task.&nbsp; Take one, I just hope you're as good a pilot as you are a surgeon.<br><br>"Second priority: a covert team led by me is going to the Middle East.&nbsp; We have a tyrant to visit.&nbsp; The charter prevents us from attacking a sovereign nation, but we have to figure out if he's behind the natural disasters.<br><br>"I'll have a plan after I have more information."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 11:09:14</strong>
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				The Enigma smiles under "his" mask, shifting into yet another configuration before responding in a female voice.<br><br>"<strong>In my home reality they are called Shortspear Class Warships- and I've stolen a few of them in my time. In my defense, in my home reality the Justice League of America is called the Crime Syndicate of Amerika- so liberating them may be a better term. And to be honest, I probably would have investigated the signatures no matter what you had said. I have a thing for puzzles.</strong>"<br><br>Looking around at the seats, he gives a sigh- one not entirely unexpected.<br><br>"<strong>It seems in this dimension, if I exist I am not JLA material. A shame really. Let the record show that The Enigma is ready, willing. and present.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 13:13:35</strong>
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				The computer started flashing as it called up the lists of what Dick Grayson had asked for.&nbsp; One of them was a read out of the energy levels that had appeared at various parts of the world shortly before disaster had struck.<br><br>As Enigma spoke, the computer flashed and his name was added.&nbsp; One of the insignia's on the chair started to morph into a purple question mark.<br><br>As they were speaking, a monitor hanging above the computer started to flash as it came to life.&nbsp; The image was hard to see at first as static kept interrupting it.<br><br>"J..ju..justice L....ov..over growth..Gotham.." It was hard to make out the message before it broke out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 23:07:05</strong>
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				Batman passively listened to what the Enigma had to say, and nodded satisfactorily.&nbsp; He was intimately familiar with the Qwardian dimension, but did not feel the need to share such knowledge.&nbsp; He merely sat down, crossed his legs, and removed a small canister of medication from his utility belt.&nbsp; He spilled 8 oxycotin 80mgs into his glove, and popped them into his mouth, replacing the small canister unto his belt.&nbsp; Chewing a half-mouthful of pills, Batman inquired:<br><br>&nbsp;"What are your initial thoughts on the energy anomalies?" Batman asked curiously.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Do you t--"&nbsp; The alert went off.<br><br>Batman stood up, stretching.<br><br>&nbsp;"There is really no rest for the weak and weary," he muttered, pulling his cowl over his face to once again don the mantle of the bat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 23:28:16</strong>
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				"<strong>The Conservation of Energy says that even on local levels energy can never be created or destroyed, merely converted into another form of energy or transferred.</strong>" The Enigma begins, not ignoring the warning alarm so much as multitasking around it.<br><br>"<strong>My initial thoughts? The spikes are a bit on the small side for me to comfortably say teleportation or dimensional crossing technology is at work, but if the technology is sufficiently advanced they definitely aren't ruled out. Which in turn suggests, not strongly but definitely suggests, a non-native source- be it extra-terrestrial or extra-dimensional. Beyond that, I'd prefer to say nothing until I have more definite information.</strong>" "she" finishes.<br><br>"<strong>But it appears we may have more important things. Computer, everything you can give on Gotham over the last couple hours, please. Leave out nothing.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 20:03:52</strong>
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				Sinestro looked out of the viewport out towards the Earth, and smiled.&nbsp; "Excessive planning is dangerous.&nbsp; Leads to conspiracies, plots..."&nbsp; He noted, tension growing at the gathered group.&nbsp; "I'm going to go down there and do some good.&nbsp; Anybody who wants to follow me is welcome to help."&nbsp; Sinestro announced, taking one of the watchtower lifts to the airlock.&nbsp; The Prince indicated in the watchtower's records that he was going after Ali Heydar, and intended to apprehend him within 6 hours.&nbsp; <br><br>With a few beeps, the airlock door closed, and Sinestro's power shield flared, revealing an intimidating set of translucent armor, protecting him from the vacuum of space.&nbsp; The bolts protecting the watchtower from the void opened up, and Sinestro jumped into the stars, knowing he would have to make an orbit before he landed in the middle east, just before dawn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 21:05:23</strong>
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				The oxygen had helped a lot, and Green Arrow was feeling a lot better as she exited the medibay and moved back towards the meeting hall.&nbsp; She had spent her time well; once she'd cleaned her assorted scrapes and bruises, she'd read up on this universe's version of herself.&nbsp; Oliver Queen -- <em>Oliver.</em>&nbsp; She was a <em>man</em> here -- had a long and virtuous list of deeds behind his name, both as a costumed individual and a businessman.&nbsp; Olivia normally thought virtues were boring, and where she came from, "philanthropist" was one of the worse slurs you could attach to someone's name, but it was intriguing how <br><br><em>Imagine,</em> she marvelled, boot heels clicking and echoing from the walls.&nbsp; <em>In this universe, we all work together.</em>&nbsp; Briefly, she entertained the notion of Queen Industries, Wayne Enterprises, Luthorcorp, Prince Incorporated and other assorted corporations all banding together for the sake of the world.&nbsp; But she couldn't get past the image of the Bat trying to dominate everything with a pair of breasts, Wonder Woman pulling out the whips and chains to fight back, and Lex Luthor with Kara-El and Kal-El chained to his throne.&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; It would never work on her Earth.&nbsp; Never.<br><br>She slipped into the meeting room, her hood still down around her shoulders and her platinum hair once again fixed into its proper coif.&nbsp; Her eyes were drawn to the portrait of Oliver Queen, and the chair beneath it that bore an embossed arrow on its back.&nbsp; Though it seemed like others were departing, she couldn't help but cross the room and take a seat in her counterpart's chair... just to see what it felt like.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GabrielM</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 00:35:59</strong>
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				Lora walked from the room she was currently in and started to move towards the meeting room. She intended to go to gotham and see what was what. She entered the meeting room just after Green Arrow.<br><br>She didn't bother looking for her seat she didn't plan on staying long. She looked at the bat. "I assume that you are going to Gotham?" She didn't wait for an answer "I will be going as well. I will be honest i still do not fully understand this all but maybe after we dig in the picture will be clearer."<br><br>"I must charge my ring and then I will be ready..." She now walked to her seat thinking it the most appropriate place to recharge and began.<br><br>As she stood there and placed out a fist a Lantern appeared. "Since born into the light I am surrounded by the tyranny of evil. In times of peace or war, day or night I shall spread my light. I will strike down upon evil with great fervor where ever it may show its face. All evil will fear the light of...The Green Lantern!" There was a green glow about her while she spoke and when she had finished she lowered her arm and the Lantern disappeared.<br><br>"When shall we begin?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Enmuro</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 05:12:56</strong>
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				Aquaman stood at the door to the meeting room for some time. The literal grab bag assortment of heroes was making for quite the spectacle. He idly glanced over at the seat that must have belonged to his counterpart. Or at least he assumed it was his as it sat over in the corner and looked shoddy.<br><br>Most of the conversation was over his head but he gathered that a group would be going down in a ship shortly. Not excusing himself, he doubted they'd need input from a malfunctioning cyborg anyway, he finds his way over to the hanger. He finds a shuttle at the end of the hanger bay that still has its entry ramp down. Thinking that he can get onboard now and wait for the other he heads up the ramp. He scarcely looks around him at the foreign worlds technology, more concerned with with why his arm is still half in cyborg mode.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 00:41:40</strong>
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				Batman was a little bit less than amused when he saw Sinestro's light shooting off towards Earth.&nbsp; He was a bit beside himself when Sinestro decided upon himself to break protocol and violate the JLA's charter.&nbsp; But what could Batman do?&nbsp; Sinestro would be Sinestro, in one dimension or another, regardless.&nbsp; Of course, present company indicated that there wasn't much truth in the Question's commonplace expression:&nbsp; A equals A.&nbsp; Though Sinestro was very much like the Sinestro he remembered, albeit well-meaning, these people weren't like the ones he was familiar with.<br><br>Indeed, these superbeings were different.&nbsp; Green Arrow was quiet, for one (a plus).&nbsp; Aquaman (he supposed that this man was Aquaman) was somewhat mopey and depressing, and entirely unlike the Aquaman he remembered.&nbsp; He didn't even know who the Enigma was supposed to be.&nbsp; The Riddler?&nbsp; Cluemaster?&nbsp; Maybe someone a bit more obscure like Hurt or Dr. Elliott?&nbsp; Perhaps, in the Qwardian dimension, the original Mr. Terrific wasn't killed by Jay Garrick and ended up having a son?&nbsp; Wonder Woman seemed to be like herself, although a bit more restless.<br><br>He composed himself and glanced at the Green Lantern when she addressed him.&nbsp; Amused by her chanting of the Green Lantern code (which he thought a little childish, unless of course for that one time that Hal Jordan used a Manhunter as a power battery during a sky-dive), he sort of shrugged.<br><br>&nbsp;"How'd you guess?" he asked with a grin.&nbsp; &nbsp;"JLA teleporter, energize; a mile over Gotham with a side-order of fries."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 03:31:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;"I said energize, god-da--" and Grayson split off into a million atoms, swirling in a circular helix that melded into the ground and traveled at great speeds towards earth.<br><br>To Gotham City
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GabrielM</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 04:59:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once Batman had disappeared it was Lora's turn. The Computer was smart enough to know that she to was going and she too was soon gone in a small flash. -To Gotham City
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhapsody</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 05:10:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Green Arrow drummed her fingers on the top of the table as she considered.&nbsp; It had been awhile since she'd last set foot in Bruce's domain, in the Bat's domain, and that had not been under friendly circumstances.&nbsp; She hadn't even had time to properly appreciate the architecture or the shopping.&nbsp; She'd barely escaped it with her life, and she didn't particularly want to return without a bevy of Queen Industries' top-of-the-line robotic guards with her.&nbsp; <br><br>But that Gotham City was not <em>this</em> Gotham City.&nbsp; Here, the Green Arrow and the Bat worked side by side -- well, as much as could be expected, anyway -- and Queen Industries and Wayne Enterprises enjoyed a somewhat mutually beneficial arrangement.&nbsp; <br><br>Following the Bat -- Dick Grayson, Bruce's VP, of all bloody people -- was not generally on her top ten list of things to do, but again she had to remind herself that this Bat was not her world's Bat.&nbsp; So she swallowed her pride, her wariness and her mild discomfiture, and stood.&nbsp; She settled her hood back over her head, mindful of her hair, and sighed.&nbsp; "I'm going with the Bat, computer," she said, as though she were being led to the electric chair. <br><br>To Gotham City
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 22:22:57</strong>
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				Diana blinked again as people started spontaneous disappearing, leaving behind only a brief glow. They must be being transported magically. Or maybe, she thought looking at all the cold steel, maybe this Justice League had the technological ability to do it in their day to day lives. Either way, it was certainly ahead of what the Empire had back home.<br><br>"JLA transporter, energize; Goth- wait." Diana cut herself off as action on another monitor caught her attention. The red alien, Sinestro, appeared to have been as good as his word - and impatient to boot - attacking some Persians in an sand coloured building. And he didn't appear to be doing so well.<br><br>The Amazon warrior woman wasn't quite certain whether she thought that suddenly toppling a random government was the correct course of action - there were rules for that sort of thing - but he looked like he was in trouble. And if this universe's Bruce thought that Sinestro was important enough to bring along - then he was probably important enough to save from himself. Bruce tended to be pretty particular about those sort of things.<br><br>Checking quickly to make sure she had everything, Diana stood up straight and sounded out again.<br><br>"JLA transporter, energize." She paused for a moment, trying to work out where exactly the undersiege extra terrestrial was. "Where he, Sinestro, is." Actually, Diana considered, she should probably find what the A in JLA stood for. Hopefully not Austra-<br><br>To Middle East (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=42045.msg2063562#msg2063562)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 19:54:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the other members of the new ragtag group gradually disappeared to their respective locations, the now Power Girl had been whispering quietly into Witchfire's ear. To everyone else, it looked like sweet nothings, evidenced by how Kara's lips grazed Becca's ear, and the faint lusty smile accompanying the contact. In truth, she had been detailing her rapidly on their situation, Kara's new assumed identity, and instructions to follow suit on appearing "good" for the time being. She also related her intent to contact the present Lex Luthor and attempt to create an alliance with him, regardless of his status here - Kara the Ultimate appreciated his absolute genius.<br><br>"I'm glad you're here with me," she said, ending her whisperings. She stood, helping Witchfire up and brushing her off attentively. "Computer: Metropolis." She winked out.<br><br>To LexCorp
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon and Star</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 22:10:46</strong>
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				Witchfire smiled, listening to every word Kara spoke, there would be plenty to say when they were out of ear shot of the others. She immensely enjoyed the intimate contact as well... not only pleasing her emotionally and physically, but the contact with Kara's body allowed her to absorb limited amounts of her power. Kara's power was near infinite, Witchfire had already made sure she would not harm Kara in using her as a font. The siphoned energy Becca gained she put towards regenerating her own spent powers and mending her body from the ordeal of interdimensional teleportation... Her eyes returning to their normal ember shade, the fire that burned from her shoulders grew a little brighter as she began to feel better.<br><br>She gripped Kara's arm lovingly and responded to the last thing she whispered, "so am I, Kara, so am I." She stood slowly with Powergirl's help. Rather than using her own powers, she decided it best to follow Kara using the same method as she. "Computer: Metropolis," she spoke before disappearing from the tower.<br><br>To LexCorp
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Enmuro</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 06:19:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Aquaman emerged from the shuttle back into the watchtower proper before too long. The half cyborg wandered the hallways, careful to check and make sure the others were gone. He mutely acknowledged the remaining heroes and watched as most of them teleported away. (think its just enigma left). His hands set in the small of his back he continued on a tour of the watchtower. <br><br>Soon he came to an impressively sealed door near the base of the JLAs stronghold. His hand brushed across the access panel by the door, cyborg fingers tapping idly across the surface as Aquaman examined it intently. The eyes of the former Atlantean were cold, the mind behind them utterly alien to most organics. There was no saying his intentions as he finished analyzing the panel and tapped in the correct sequence of numbers. Entering the secured room he moved between glowing consoles, stopping long enough only to determine a terminal's purpose before moving on. The room contained non vital systems, for the time being at least. "Computer," he assumed the computers reach extended into its own domain. "You stated we were brought here under the auspices of Contingency Plan #234. Please give summary of all matches you have to documents with title containing text 'Contingency Plan' " He had to know if the other Contingency plans had been executed, what they were, and if there was a plan to get rid of the mob of heroes that had been ripped out of their home universes once they had accomplished their mission.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 10:27:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The computer started to go through the matches.&nbsp; Finally it reached a file but it seemed to be protected and locked.&nbsp; A window labeled password came up, blinking.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Enmuro</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 23:26:09</strong>
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				Password protection? The prompt hung in the air before him, ominous in its potential meaning. Or maybe the files in question had simply always been password protected and were of no importance. Still, the cyborg chewed his lip nervously. Assuming that the JLA had fallen then the contingency plan should have allowed access to everything that could help in defense of this universe's earth going forward indefinitely. If there was information the new heroes couldn't access it stood to reason that was in this earths best interests that information be hidden from them. The computer, being the last entity able to carry out commands would likely need access though. This was all assuming that no tampering had occured and there was no disingenuity behind their being brought to the watchtower.<br><br>Aquaman finally decided against trying to get past the prompt. His system wasn't quite ready for that.Another angle of attack was called for.&nbsp; "Computer. Run a simulation and inform me of results. This will be vital to the success of the mission we were brought here to complete." There, that would set up a high potential to include information that might otherwise be considered unnecessary and thus off limits.&nbsp; "Simulate - contingency plan 234 has resulted in resolution of all situations threatening earth that led up to activation of contingency plan 234. During execution of plan at least 3 of those brought here act contrary to plans goals. Now show me projected power consumption logs of all watchtower systems and give me a baseline of their power consumption over the last year" <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 11:14:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The computer started running the figures.&nbsp; It showed the projected completion of the contigency plan, commands to repower the teleporters to take each figure back where they wanted to go.&nbsp; Simple coordinates and calculations could easily be put into the teleporter.&nbsp; Nothing showed for the second one, it was too large a statement for it to even figure out.&nbsp; The plan itself seemed a deseprate one just on its own.&nbsp; One not used lightly unless the situation was dire.<br><br>The power logs came up.&nbsp; Things seemed normal, once or twice there was larger power consumption rates, possibly from various threats they had dealt with.&nbsp; About two weeks ago, the power consumption had dropped then raised again as the contingency plan was activated.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 17:40:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Curiouser and curiouser,</strong>" The Enigma remarks, seeing the read outs for himself, "<strong>just to rule out a suspect and to get a baseline. Computer- would you mind comparing the energy spikes with the outputs of JLA teleporters? Time, power, signatures, destinations, that sort of thing.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>As for the passwords, you and I are going to have a little talk.</strong>" Enigma begins- you don't become known as the smartest person on a world without learning some considerable hacking skill.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 20:02:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The computer took both signals to compare them.&nbsp; The energy spikes were not from the JLA teleporters.&nbsp; They were an unknown signal orginating from somewhere else.&nbsp; Definatly not of this Earth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Enmuro</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 04:16:29</strong>
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				"They must have been more desperate than I realized." He poured over the data, looking for some hidden intention. Again and again he was confounded by the seemingly inescapable truth of the situation. This worlds heroes were gone and grab bag set of replacements had been picked to finish what they started. Whatever that was. <br><br>"Computer, please teleport me to the Bay of the Atlanteans End...", he paused while looking over a world map " that's just south of your world's Sea of Japan. Try to set me down in a location that borders one of the areas effected by the recent flooding. And computer... if I don't come back and the others finish whatever we're here to do... make sure to get my name on the rolls right. Its OM-A..."<br><br>-To Asian Floodplains-
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Justice League: Plan #234 [Ex] (The Watchtower)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 17:32:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Well, well. . .</strong>" Enigma responds, apparently the last of the new members to leave. The computer seems to be not playing nice as well- but there will be time to address that.<br><br>Going over the recent teleport logs, "she" does note that it's very odd how a few members went to Metropolis in a time of crisis. Of course, for now the Enigma's alliances are- shall we say- Enigmatic and he did owe his freedom to a Luthor. Granted, this one is probably not going to be heroic- but there is a way to check.<br><br>Deciding that such powerful members going off on a side trek is worth looking into, Enigma routes a few of the Watchtowers systems into "his" mask, most notably computer access and teleport controls, and decides on his destination.<br><br>"<strong>Where the two ladies who went to Metropolis landed, please.</strong>"<br><br>-To Lexcorp
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