DC Earth 2:  Psychic War and Atomic Stripes (Jugg & Vergil1989)
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				Title: <strong>DC Earth 2:  Psychic War and Atomic Stripes (Jugg &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>01-12-2015, 22:35:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://talknerdywithus.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Felicia-Day.jpeg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 3rd of April 2015, 10:23<br><strong>Location:</strong> Passing through Trillium Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Captain Atom, the Continuum Strike Team<br><br><strong>"I can't believe Artemis talked me into going there.&nbsp; Hello Megan, what were you thinking?"</strong>&nbsp; Miss Martian, currently disguised as her human counterpart, Megan Morse, grumbled as she shifted the heavy bags in her arms, furtively looking around in the hopes no one had spotted her entering the little adult store down the road a ways from her favorite shopping center.&nbsp; It was bad enough she and Artemis had gone in, at least in her mind, but she had spotted something that had piqued her curiosity that she had hesitantly bought the item in question before finding a couple other things.&nbsp; Said items Artemis had caught her looking at, and had immediately baited her into doing more than looking.&nbsp; By the time she'd walked out, she had managed to find one bottle of lube, one simple, fleshy looking dildo, and two 'educational movies' before Artemis had been satisfied before allowing Megan to leave, her cheeks as red as her hair.&nbsp; There was nothing for it now, and since there was no return policy, Megan couldn't ask for a complete refund now that she was alone, the blonde archer having needed to be elsewhere in Gotham.&nbsp; She felt dirty just carrying the bag, she had no idea what she was going to do with what she'd bought once she got home, save to put them in her closet and forget she ever purchased them in the first place.&nbsp; So she could only sigh, shift her bags about one more time as she made a beeline for the nearby park, and hope no one saw the little black plastic bag mixed in with her groceries.&nbsp; She'd die of embarrassment in broad daylight otherwise.<br><br>At least the weather was fair.&nbsp; It wasn't too warm or too cold, there was a stray breeze that was at her back currently, and there was only a few clouds in the sky.&nbsp; Despite the dusty, grimy cityscape on all sides, and her own discomfort at having been persuaded to 'broaden her sexual horizons', she had to admit that Gotham couldn't have looked better as Megan let her brown eyes fall on a couple ahead of her, holding hands and practically radiating young love as she walked by.&nbsp; The man nodded and offered a kind greeting before turning back to his girlfriend who hadn't seen Megan pass at all.&nbsp; She didn't mind, but it did make her a little lonely as she continued down the cobblestone pathway before her.&nbsp; She was young, even by martian standards, having only just reached that age where she would be considered a young adult at most, so she had plenty of time to look for someone to share her long life with.&nbsp; But that didn't stop her from wanting someone in her life all the same.&nbsp; With a sigh, Megan subtly used her telekinesis to pull a stray hair of her short, neatly combed red hair back behind her ear and continued onward.&nbsp; She was ten, fifteen minutes away from her home, but she was in no hurry to get back.&nbsp; The weather was too nice and the scenery too tempting to pass by so quickly.&nbsp; A view that was lost on more than a few people as Megan saw a group of young men a little older than she appeared, their noses stuck in their IPads and their smartphones.&nbsp; She was half tempted to send a telekinetic pulse, the equivalent of a slap to the back of their heads, to make them look up and forget about their fancy devices, but she squashed the impulse as soon as it appeared.&nbsp; Restraint was one of the first lessons a martian learned, regardless if they were green or white.<br><br>So lost in thought and the beautiful park around her, that Megan had no idea she was being followed.&nbsp; Normally her mind would have been open, scanning for any possible threats to the people around her out of old habit, but between Artemis making her morning....interesting, and her own loneliness, she had pulled back the range of her telepathic ability, only allowing her to sense those within her immediate area.&nbsp; Even if she'd been fully aware however, she wouldn't have picked up on the people tailing her since they weren't your average muggers or gang bangers that usually haunted places like this during the middle of the night.&nbsp; The people following her, a team of eight plus one sniper wielding a high powered tranq gun, had advanced, military grade hardware, one such device enabling them to completely block her ability to pick up on their hostile intent which was focused directly at her.&nbsp; So Megan was oblivious, except for a growing sense of dread making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she slowly looked over her right shoulder.&nbsp; She didn't know what she was looking for, but her instincts were rarely wrong as she picked up the pace, her brown eyes having seen nothing immediately amiss.&nbsp; There were too many people around for her to see anything at least, but her survival instincts, honed to a fine edge from hanging around the likes of Nightwing, Red Hood, and many other heroes besides, said that she was in trouble and that she would be better off walking faster.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychic War and Atomic Stripes (Jugg &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 07:34:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/13/132956/4005757-fast-and-furious-6-dwayne-johnson.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Adam<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Captain Atom<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> US Military Asset<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 3rd of April 2015, 10:23<br><strong>Location:</strong> Trillium Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Miss Martian<br><br>Nate didn't get much free time. Eiling tended to watch him like a hawk, and when he wasn't around, his flunkies did. He even wanted to be there every time Nate saw his kids, saying that he'd help raise them and all that shit. No; what the asshole did was move in on Nate's wife since she was beautiful; and probably to spite him beyond the grave as well. At least they didn't call him dad. That might have been more than the man out of time could handle. Today he'd called his kids, talked to them both for about an hour.<br><br>&nbsp;And now he was spending his day off...doing normal things. He'd worked out earlier, and then after that went and saw a movie. Now he was just lazing around the park with two hot dogs in one hand and a large drink in the other. His body was a temple, but knocking over a pan wasn't considered full blown desecration in his book. Snacks here and there wouldn't kill him. To be honest he doubted there was much that could kill him nowadays. It wasn't too cold, so all he had on was a form fitting sweatshirt with USAF stamped on it. It was weird, not being a soldier. He still was one, but yeah with so little off time, it was weird to go back to trying to be normal for a few hours. <br><br>He certainly enjoyed the opportunity though, although he had a strong feeling he'd enjoy it infinitely more the day he became a free man once again. He found a bench where he could relax and eat, and was about to pick up his first hot dog when he heard "WATCH OUT" and looked up in time to see a football coming his way. His arms snapped up and he caught it perfectly against his chest despite it flipping all over the place. Standing up, he walked over to the young guys who were throwing it around. "Word of advice, young blood. Fingers on the laces when you throw. Then you get the perfect," he interrupted himself to toss the ball, and with his fingers on the laces, it spun in a straight line for the kid who'd thrown it in the first place. "spiral."<br><br>&nbsp;They thanked him for the advice and after a few more pointers, he went back to his food. It hurt to know he'd never be able to raise his son or his daughter. Never get them ready for prom, see their first real boyfriend or girlfriend. 18 years of their lives were gone. He was a hero though, and his actions meant that other fathers would get the opportunities he never had. That was <em>something</em> at least. Sitting back down, he noticed a head of short, red hair, but didn't pay her too much attention.<br><br>&nbsp;Another pretty face in the crowd, and he had a meal waiting. He took a bit into the first hot dog and nearly moaned at how good it was; then something tingled on the back of his neck. It wasn't his powers acting up or warning him. But it was a gut feeling. A feeling honed over 12 years in the shit. A feeling that had saved his life more times than he could count. Something bad was about to happen. But what? He looked around, eyes narrowed, but continued eating like nothing had happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychic War and Atomic Stripes (Jugg &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 08:14:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://talknerdywithus.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Felicia-Day.jpeg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 3rd of April 2015, 10:27<br><strong>Location:</strong> Passing through Trillium Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Captain Atom, the Continuum Strike Team<br><br>It was the click of a gun's lever action being pulled back that clued her into the direction of her assailants before she felt the over eager rookie jam the barrel into her back.&nbsp; She froze, but not in fear as the plains clothed young man assumed.&nbsp; "Thought you'd be harder to get the drop on, martian.&nbsp; Guess those reports about you were a bit exaggerated."&nbsp; Before Megan could respond, she saw a flicker of light fall on her chest before she realized someone had a bead on her with a sniper rifle.&nbsp; "Try anything and we'll drop you right here little lady."<br><br>"At ease private!&nbsp; She's a respected member of the old guard, not a hostile unless you provoke her."&nbsp; The man behind her immediately took a step back and nodded subtly to his superior officer, who was also in plain civilian wear, or so it appeared until he pulled down the front of his suit's collar to reveal what looked like a simple black shirt.&nbsp; If not for the shimmering flash of yellow light as energy went through conduits embedded in the 'shirt', hinting at some kind of advanced shield or defensive measure of some kind, she would have believed the illusion these guys were possibly members of Intergang that had gotten a hold of new hardware.&nbsp; Except they didn't operate with military precision, these guys did however.&nbsp; "I'm sorry for this Miss Morse, but I've been asked to bring you in to my superiors.&nbsp; I know your history, your stats, so that's why I chose a public place for this meeting.&nbsp; You won't risk discovery while in your human form, or the chance innocent people might end up hurt despite the coma victims you've left behind you, all of which the world won't miss given their criminal activities.&nbsp; I'm not here for that however."<br><br><strong>"Then why are you?"</strong>&nbsp; Megan asked, her bags still in her arms, her amber eyes narrowed to slits as she swept them over the crowd.&nbsp; Now that she knew what to look for, she could see at least three more of the nine man team, although she wasn't aware of the rest yet, let alone where the sniper had set up shop even as the little red laser dot settled on the center of her chest.&nbsp; The fact they knew so much about her was scary in its own right, but something else was bothering her.&nbsp; Then it hit her and she let out a little gasp of surprise.&nbsp; <strong>"You're blocking my ability to scan you and your men, how?"</strong><br><br>"Psi blockers, sewn into the collars of our suits.&nbsp; You can't compel us or read our minds, or anything else you could probably think of.&nbsp; The suits themselves protect against most forms of kinetic energy, so even if you were to throw us into oncoming traffic with a wave of your hand, we'd just walk it off, albeit with some bruising worst case scenario.&nbsp; We have you beat Miss M, I'd rather we didn't have to get rough because I respect you, what you are, what you've done for this world.&nbsp; But I will have you sedated if you give me a reason.&nbsp; And if you somehow do manage to slip away, I'll have my men go after your friends, starting with Miss Crock."<br><br>That was the worst thing this government hound could have said as Megan dropped her bags and her eyes started to glow green.&nbsp; <strong>"Wrong move!"</strong>&nbsp; She growled, but she kept her head in the game as she raised a telekinetic bubble around herself just as the rifle man fired.&nbsp; The tranq dart stopped a few inches away from her chest, but she barely paid it a second glance as she repulsed everyone within a twenty foot radius, sending them sprawling to the grass in disorganized heaps.&nbsp; <strong>"Run!&nbsp; They've got guns!"</strong>&nbsp; She shouted to the crowd, acting the terrified bystander as she turned to the leader, smiling darkly as the park goers fled.&nbsp; <strong>"We're alone now, so that means I don't have to hold back."</strong><br><br>To his credit, the team leader merely grinned as he jumped to his feet before cracking his knuckles.&nbsp; "Honestly, I prefer it this way Miss M.&nbsp; It's not every day we get to field test our gear against a worthy adversary."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychic War and Atomic Stripes (Jugg &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 16:42:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gzT2jBO.jpg?1)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Adam<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Captain Atom<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> US Military Asset<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 3rd of April 2015, 10:23<br><strong>Location:</strong> Trillium Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Miss Martian, Continuum Strike Team, Lieutenant Sykes (https://static-ssl.businessinsider.com/image/55ae48122acae732118b8271-960-720/joel-kinnaman-will-play-suicide-squad-leader-and-military-man-rick-flag.jpg)<br><hr><hr><br><br>Nate may have been one of the best soldiers not only the Air Force, but the entire US military system had ever seen, but in his human form, he was still just a human. No enhanced senses, no enhanced strength, none of that. But that sixth sense of his; the one that every good soldier seemed to develop over time had his stomach doing flips. And he knew it wasn't the hot dogs, as Sal's Sausages(he knew what the name sounded like and still got tons of business) was one of the best in the city. <br><br>He casually continued to eat though, and to take sips of his drink. While he did, he kept a low profile and glanced around from time to time, trying to see who was making him feel so ill at ease despite no one here knowing who he was, what he could do, or that he was even here. By the time he spotted them through the throngs of people, it was too late, but there they were. A group of eight men, scattered around and dressed similarly. They were all converging on a single point, and it just so happened to be the redhead he'd noticed earlier. One was already on her and standing like he had a gun to her back; scratch that.<br><br>&nbsp;Standing <em>with</em> a gun to her back. He didn't move yet though. People were still around, and they could be in harms way if anything started now. And while he couldn't hear what they were saying, the tension of the situation was palpable. And then everything happened at once. A tranq dart was fired from a nearby building somewhere stopped inches from hitting the girl and she shouted loud enough for everyone to hear that the men had guns. Good girl! Clear the area so you could use your powers. She clearly had them, otherwise that dart would be embedded in her chest and pumping her full of enough sedatives to make a bull loopy.<br><br>&nbsp;An invisible force had shot out from her body, sending all of the men sprawling, and combined with what she'd done with the dart...telekinesis? It was certainly helpful in such a situation. Whatever these guys were decked out in, it was pretty sweet gear since the squad leader got right back up, and all his boys got up right after him. After getting blasted twenty feet? That didn't just happen normally. Finally getting his ass in gear, he turned tail and ran behind a tree.<br><br>&nbsp;Not because he was a coward, but because no one&nbsp; knew who he was, and he wanted to keep it that way for the moment. Once out of sight, Dilustel flooded around his body like liquid metal, before solidifying and coating him fully to become Captain Atom. "First things first." Scanning the area, he found a lifeform perched on a building, and he had a toy with him. "Found our sniper." Atom teleported then, reappearing right behind the sniper and yanking him up by the ankle. "This is gonna hurt, bud."<br><br>&nbsp;A snap of his fingers transmuted the air around the soldiers head into laughing gas, and after a few seconds of breathing it in, he was left curled up on the roof, laughing his ass off. He'd be like that for the next ten minutes or so, and in no condition to fight. And when he finally stopped, he might have fractured a rib or two. Then Atom picked up his rifle and took aim; he fired a single shot that plunged into the neck of another soldier, and he immediately dropped to the ground. The gun then glowed red as Atom melted it and let the slag pour off his hands and pool down to the roof. "Two down, seven to go." <br><br>Hopping off the roof, he flew right back toward the battle while he still had the element of surprise on his side.As he neared the closest soldier, he contemplated slamming into him, but he wasn't sure whatever tech they had would survive him so he didn't hit him. Didn't want to kill these guys just yet since he didn't know who they were. So instead he grabbed a soldier by the skull and held him off the ground. "You're <em>all</em> gonna hate me when this is done," he teased before his hand flashed and the soldier screamed. He didn't kill him, but he <em>did</em> just take his eyesight. <br><br>He ripped his weapon from him, then casually tossed him 30ft away and into a park bench. That gear he had on meant he could at least take the impact. "Stand down boys or I <em>will</em> make you." If only his authority meant anything here. This was a black op, which meant nothing tied these guys back to their organization. And that meant not only did Atom not know who they were, they didn't know who he was. And he was systematically taking down fellow soldiers. Too bad he didn't know any of that at the moment. Still holding the gun, he waved his other hand over it and it changed into pennies clattering down onto the concrete. "Who's next?!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychic War and Atomic Stripes (Jugg &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 17:31:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://talknerdywithus.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Felicia-Day.jpeg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 3rd of April 2015, 10:29<br><strong>Location:</strong> Passing through Trillium Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Captain Atom, the Continuum Strike Team, Lieutenant Sykes<br><br>Megan was just about to blast a second man who had been prepared to bull rush her, but someone took a shot st him before she could do so.&nbsp; She didn't have time to ponder it though as Sykes, as she'd learn later, took advantage of her hesitation and snapped up his sidearm.&nbsp; It immediately turned into a much smaller version of itself, before Megan ripped it from his hand and tossed it away, using the remains of the gun to hit one of the other men across his face.&nbsp; "Not bad Miss M.&nbsp; You're every bit your uncle's protege."&nbsp; As soon as the words left his mouth, the strangest thing happened, even by Megan's standards.<br><br>The appearance of a metal man was one thing.&nbsp; His teleportation wasn't unusual, having seen similar abilities and tech before in the form of zeta beam platforms before the Watchtower was destroyed, but even Megan was at a loss when he grabbed one of the enemy's weapons and turned it into a bunch of pennies.&nbsp; That was new.&nbsp; At least he appeared to be on her side, having made his intention pretty clear by that point.&nbsp; Sykes wasn't so amused anymore though as he glared withering daggers at the Captain.&nbsp; "You and your meta friends are going to be sorry for this!&nbsp; Take them down, take them both down, lethal force authorized!&nbsp; Boys at the lab will just have to be happy with your corpses."<br><br><strong>"Not on your life.&nbsp; I won't go back to another lab!"</strong>&nbsp; M'gann shouted as she transformed, her skin turning green about the same time her outfit shifted to her trademark black once more.&nbsp; Sykes flinched when she turned around and levitated the same man that had pulled a gun on her initially.&nbsp; What happened next was both practical and a bit horrifying as she ripped off his under armor, tossing it aside, and then proceeded to close her right hand as if she were crushing a grape.&nbsp; In a way, that wasn't too far off the mark because the private in question was having his mind crushed, his every thought pilfered by M'gann as she learned everything about their little group that he knew.&nbsp; As for the private himself, it wasn't a painless procedure, judging by the agonized screams he was letting out before his eyes glazed over and his head fell to the side, limp and lifeless save for the rise and fall of his chest.&nbsp; The remaining members of the team were either too busy with Atom, or too terrified of what had just happened to one of their own to risk getting too close to the understandably pissed martian.&nbsp; Letting him drop, M'gann clenched her fists and her eyes started to glow green.&nbsp; <strong>"You're a really bad liar Sykes.&nbsp; You never intended for me to leave your lab alive.&nbsp; Why does this Continuum want me so badly though?"</strong><br><br>"It's rather simple you white martian bitch.&nbsp; You're the only one left on the planet."&nbsp; Sykes growled back, clearly upset over how his simple bag and grab had gone to hell in a hand basket as he palmed something underneath his shirt before slapping it down on the ground in front of him.&nbsp; When it went off, it was M'gann's turn to scream as the equivalent of a psychic EMP slammed into her, forcing her down in a heap next to her latest comatose victim.&nbsp; "You're next meta."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychic War and Atomic Stripes (Jugg &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 09:02:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gzT2jBO.jpg?1)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Adam<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Captain Atom<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> US Military Asset<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 3rd of April 2015, 10:33<br><strong>Location:</strong> Trillium Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Miss Martian, Continuum Strike Team, Lieutenant Sykes (https://static-ssl.businessinsider.com/image/55ae48122acae732118b8271-960-720/joel-kinnaman-will-play-suicide-squad-leader-and-military-man-rick-flag.jpg)<br><hr><hr><br><br>The hypocrisy present in people like Sykes always astounded and sickened Nate. Here he was trying to abduct a hero for experimentation, with dead or alive not seeming to matter to him. And now that they were actually fighting back, he had the nerve to get upset about it. Like how dare they inconvenience him in trying to stop Megan from getting spirited away to whatever black ops installation was trying to capture her. "Lethal force? You just made stomping you flat a much less difficult moral choice, jarhead." <br><br>He watched Megan's transformation with some amazement as it was still cool to see. He'd gotten a briefing on her, like he had several other metahuman's prevalent in today's world. Miss Martian. A literal Martian female with extremely powerful psionics including telekinesis, telepathy, invisibility and more. Her race even had shapeshifting abilities as well. He could see why they'd want her, but this wasn't the way to go about it. He was still watching her and had forgotten about the rest of the soldiers for a moment when a bullet punched into his skull and snapped his head to the side with a lound PING noise as lead crumpled against dilustel. <br><br>He turned and looked at the soldier with a <em>"really"</em> look across his features. The guy emptied the entire clip from his rifle into Atom before a gesture and his gun melted to slag in his hands and he screamed from the pain before he could flick all the white hot metal from his gloves. When he looked up, all he saw was a red fist rushing toward his face. His nose and jaw both broke from the force, and he went flying through the air.<br><br>&nbsp;At least his suit would protect the rest of him from the impact. From there, he realized he didn't have time for creativity. Brute force would work just as well, and go a lot faster. So he just started firing off energy blasts at the remaining soldiers left and right. They were pretty effective and soon most of the team was down and not getting up anytime soon. He thought about killing them, but they were an unknown op-for on American soil; they needed information over a body count right now.<br><br>&nbsp;When he looked up from one soldier, his ears rang at the world 'Continuum'. Why had the Martian said that?! Wait, she could read minds, and she'd read his mind, and he worked for them. This entire strike team...they worked with Nate. They were Continuum personnel and they were trying to abduct her probably to reverse engineer her abilities. It was never enough for them was it? He couldn't stop the EMP that went off, but considering he wasn't a psychic like her, all it did was go off. <br><br>And now apparently he was next. "Sykes, was it? Do me a favor soldier and take a knee." Sykes opened his mouth to say something, then it evolved into a scream when his leg from the knee down transmuted into solid stone and he actually fell to his other knee clutching it in pain. "I'm more than you can comprehend...so don't try. Accept this loss and <em>pray</em> we don't cross paths ever again...you might not survive a second encounter. Catch my drift?" Atom waved a hand and his knee returned to normal, but the pain would linger for a while.<br><br>&nbsp;Sykes was the last one standing, and when surveying what was left of his crew, perhaps the proper fear would be instilled in him. He didn't lift a finger when Nate bent down and scooped the girl into his arms. He looked the soldier over, and Atom's eyes flashed a few times. "Oh, and Lieutenant. As far as your superiors know, she got away on her own. I wasn't here. Make sure all your men get that memo when they wake up. And&nbsp; just so you know I'm serious...if I hear anything else about this, I'm gonna pay a visit to your brother in Jersey. Your <em>other</em> brother in Florida. And dear old dad livin' it up in Cabo thanks to that rather generous hazard check you get from ops like this one. Do I make myself clear?"<br><br>&nbsp;Sykes' face flashed with fear and confusion. How did this guy know about his family? Would he go through with that threat. He couldn't really afford to call his bluff though, could he? "Alright. Take the bitch and go. Just go already." The Captain smiled and nodded at the soldier. "Thought you'd see things my way. Glad we could be reasonable about this." He bent his knees, then pushed off into the sky, getting maybe 100 feet or so away before teleporting away. When time and space had been traversed and they reappeared, they were on the other side of the world, sitting on top of the Sphinx. No one would think to even begin looking for them there. It was after dark in Egypt as well so he was pretty sure they were safe. Before laying her down, he conjured a soft mattress and set her on it. Then made a chair for himself and waited for her to recover fully from the blast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  Psychic War and Atomic Stripes (Jugg &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 16:52:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://talknerdywithus.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Felicia-Day.jpeg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 3rd of April 2015, 10:40<br><strong>Location:</strong> Passing through Trillium Park...to the Great Sphynx of Egypt?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Captain Atom<br><br>It didn't take long for M'gann to wake up, clutching her aching head since that EMP had hit her with the force of a truck.&nbsp; Her vision was blurry for a few more seconds as she sat up and looked around, a startled gasp escaping her before she saw the night sky.&nbsp; Relief followed immediately, and she fell back into the matress, not about to question her good fortune, especially when her eyes fell on her metallic savior.&nbsp; A genuinely large, grateful smile pulled at her currently green lips as she pressed the back of her hand against her forehead, the headache from that grenade slow to disappear.&nbsp; <strong>"Thank you for stepping in when you did.&nbsp; They're probably be after us both now, but I won't forget what you did for me."</strong><br><br>Slowly sitting up again, it took her a few seconds to realize where they were, getting her first look at the desert floor before glancing down at the massive stone feet of one of Egypt's oldest monuments.&nbsp; She raised an eyebrow, a mixture of amusement and amazement battling for control of her face since this wasn't exactly conspicuous, yet no one would think to look here either.&nbsp; Still, she smiled and sat on the edge of the massive, ancient monument, half on and off the matress underneath her.&nbsp; <strong>"I get the feeling you know my name, isn't it fair I know yours?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked, curious about the man that had saved her now that they weren't in danger.&nbsp; Despite having brain drained that private, he hadn't known much beyond what the Continuum wanted done, and what they were prepared to do to see their goals accomplished, which was scary on its own as a shiver passed through her slender frame.&nbsp; A thought later had her returning to her human disguise, figuring that he wasn't going to blab given his own extensive power and transformation, although she didn't know what he looked like underneath his metal shell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychic War and Atomic Stripes (Jugg &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 01:05:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gzT2jBO.jpg?1)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Adam<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Captain Atom<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> US Military Asset<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 3rd of April 2015, 17:43<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Great Sphinx<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Miss Martian<br><hr><hr><br><br>That time difference was jarring, but a big help. Especially considering the sun had already set here in Giza, and once the sun went down in Egypt, it got real dark, real fast. And cold too. The Martian gasped when she woke up and saw she wasn't surrounded by goons, but looking up at the natural and infinite beauty of the night sky. After what she went through, he'd be pretty stoked to wake up to that instead of needles and scientists and soldiers too. He returned her smile and waved off her thanks.<br><br>&nbsp;"Don't mention it. I'm pretty sure you woulda done the same for me if our positions were switched. That's what you hero types do, isn't it?" He couldn't help but chuckle when she said they were after him. They already had him; no chasing necessary. "I think they got the point to stay away. At least for a little while." Pacing back and forth, he expected the question of who he was, but still wasn't quite sure he wanted to answer. Still, he owed her that much. And to be honest he owed Continuum nothing. He was a weapon to them. An item they could use until his commission was up, or his name was cleared.<br><br>&nbsp;That was it. And he was pretty sure an "experiment" deserved to at least buck the system from time to time. He waved his hand and a small table appeared topped with a plate that had 2 steaming hot cheeseburgers, sodas, and fries. "It's not filet mignon, but I'm still getting used to these powers." Sighing, he conjured a chair for himself, then commanded his armor to recede into his flesh, leaving him plain old Nate once again. He sat down with his eyes never leaving hers. "You're right, M'Gann. I know exactly who you are. As for who <em>I</em> am. My name is Nathaniel Christopher Adam. I'm a Captain with the US Air Force. And...a guinea pig for Continuum. Just like they wanted to make you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  Psychic War and Atomic Stripes (Jugg &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 02:12:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://talknerdywithus.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Felicia-Day.jpeg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 3rd of April 2015, 17:45<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Great Sphinx of Egypt?<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Captain Atom<br><br>Megan visibly relaxed and nodded when Atom said she'd have done the same thing if their positions had been reversed.&nbsp; That went without question, since she was indeed one of the more prolific heroes out there who actually tried to make a difference in the common man's lives.&nbsp; She didn't have a vast fortune like Nightwing, able to donate considerable sums of money to charities, but she did her small part where she could in more personal ways.&nbsp; When she had the time she worked out of a soup kitchen, gave the occasional donation of clothes and the like, stuff like that, but between her alter ego as Miss Martian and her....career choice as Megan Morse, it didn't leave a lot of time for other pursuits as she'd like.&nbsp; Still, those were thoughts for another time as she sensed something akin to resignation, frustration, and more from the man that had saved her life.&nbsp; But before she could probe deeper, a table, chairs, and food had appeared, earning an amused if surprised eye raise from Megan as she stood to her feet and sat down at the summoned table.&nbsp; The sight of the food had her remembering her groceries and....the embarrassing black bag she'd left in Trillium Park.&nbsp; Damn, and she was too embarrassed to ask this man to retrieve the items for her, even if she hadn't bought....bedroom related things because Artemis wouldn't leave her alone about it.<br><br>Still, she went with the flow and cocked her head to the side when Atom, Nate, as she'd come to call him, admitted to being a lab rat for the Continuum.&nbsp; The very name sent a chill down her spine since she'd seen what the scientists did to aliens like her through the private's eyes, and it took a considerable effort on her part not to give into the rage she felt at the sick enjoyment the bastard had radiated in that particular set of memories.&nbsp; Several deep breaths, through her nose and out through her mouth later, and Megan was able to relax, somewhat, as it was her turn to wave him off about the quality of the food.&nbsp; <strong>"It's fine, truly.&nbsp; Mars didn't have anything like this, so every meal here is good in my book Captain Adam.&nbsp; Kind of has a nice ring to it."</strong>&nbsp; She mused, able to smile now that she had something else to think about.&nbsp; <strong>"It does make me wonder what else you can do if what I saw in the Park was anything to go by.&nbsp; Transformation, teleportation, and your metallic shell, it's...well, amazing honestly.&nbsp; I've seen a lot of strange and amazing things, but you're unique, despite all that I've seen for myself.&nbsp; And I'm rambling again, sorry."</strong>&nbsp; She blushed, and looked away a little since it was a bad habit of hers when she got excited.&nbsp; She hadn't had a lot of reason to get excited since....that day, five years ago.&nbsp; Which lead her to his admission of being an unwilling part to the Continuum.&nbsp; <strong>"I....saw what that private had, James Saunders, when I took his memories, to learn what he knew about the team Lieutenant Sykes had sent after me.&nbsp; I <em>saw </em>what they did to aliens like me, and James <em>enjoyed </em>it.&nbsp; Being telepathic allows me to be empathetic at the same time, so I can never understand how someone can derive anything resembling pleasure from seeing living beings tortured and experimented on.&nbsp; It sickens me, to say the least, but,"</strong> here she stopped in her impassioned rant and let out a calming breath, and even managed to smile a little when she met Nate's eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't get any of those same feelings from you.&nbsp; If anything I get resignation, frustration at your situation, and feelings can't be faked, let alone the memories attached to them.&nbsp; So I know you're telling the truth, and that I can trust you.&nbsp; But that makes me wonder why you're working for them, unless they have something on you and you can't get away because of what they might do."</strong>&nbsp; Realizing she had let her curiosity get the better of her, again, Megan blushed brighter still and held up her hands to stop him before he could begin to speak.&nbsp; <strong>"Sorry!&nbsp; I....you don't have to answer any of that.&nbsp; Hello Megan, getting way ahead of yourself as always."</strong>&nbsp; She chuckled sheepishly, hoping dinner hadn't been ruined by her blabbering mouth.&nbsp; Or was it still early lunch?&nbsp; Time zones, one of the few things she could never truly wrap her head around even now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychic War and Atomic Stripes (Jugg &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 03:52:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/44/50/98/4450985abc12cd8da51b5d1b07c0d604.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Adam<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Captain Atom<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> US Military Asset<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 3rd of April 2015, 17:49<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Great Sphinx<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Miss Martian<br><hr><hr><br><br>"What did Mars have? I mean...<em>Mars</em>. I knew their was life on other planets, but to know it was so close. Sorry I just...I've been gone a long time and things have changed a lot." He didn't quite elaborate on that, but considering most people would think he was crazy if he told his troy, he had a good reason. He grabbed his bag of fries and tossed a few in his mouth. He chuckled when she tried his name out. "I'd call it universal irony that my name is Adam. I'm a Captain, and my powers deal heavily with nuclear power. So my code-name is "Captain <em>Atom</em>," he said while using air quotes. While she rambled as she called it, he ate a few more fries and popped the top on his soda to take a few gulps. <br><br>"No, no. You're fine, trust me. I don't get out much so this conversation is actually helping me a lot. As for what all I can do, well...to be honest I'm still figuring it out. But it's a <em>lot</em>. Time travel's a thing I do so that's another one, heh. The shell is, it's skin from an alien or something. The whole experiment was above my paygrade. I was just the test subject." As she continued to talk, he leaned back in his chair and let her finish. She had a lot to say, a lot of questions; just a lot. But this was a situation were communication was key and a lot needed to be relayed so in honesty it wasn't as much as he had anticipated.<br><br>&nbsp;"When it comes to soldiers, there's only two types. People who were born for it, and people who were molded to it. Either way, he's a sick puppy. Almost all the soldier personnel for Continuum are scum. You've gotta be for the kinda work they do. Anyone with a conscience or moral compass is overqualified." She mentioned she was telepathic, and he remembered the dossier on her. That's what that tingle had been; she'd been reading his mind even while he was Atom. He wasn't sure he was 100% okay with her poking around in his head, but in this situation it was okay.<br><br>&nbsp;Next time he'd be sure to let her know she needed his permission. If there was a next time. If Sykes didn't keep his mouth shut, he might be on lockdown for the foreseeable future. A bark of laughter left him when she admonished herself. He liked telling his story. It helped him remember it really did happen. It helped him vent; to let other people know the situation he was in. "It's okay. I haven't really had the chance to tell anyone aside from...well I haven't been able to tell anyone. Shit...where do I start? I guess the beginning?" He cradled his face in his hands, then rubbed it before dropping his hands down to rest on his knees.<br><br>&nbsp;"Okay. Back in 97', a man you probably heard of nowadays as <em>General</em> Wade Eiling ordered my unit to destroy a village. I refused and he had me branded as a traitor, blamed the slaughter on me and had me court martialed. When I got sentenced, they gave me a choice. Life in prison; I'd never see my wife or kids again. Or I could take part in an experiment for the government. There was a pretty high chance I wouldn't live through it. Like 99.9%. But it was a better chance than rotting in jail till I was old and gray, so I took it." He paused and took a bite of his burger. He never did get to finish his hot dogs back at the park. <br><br>Setting the burger down, he chewed and got some more soda. "Where was I? Oh, yeah. So I took my one shot at seeing my family again. Turns out they'd got hold of an alien called the Silver Shield, and they took skin samples from it. They made a ship of the stuff, strapped me in, and detonated a nuke underneath it to see how strong it was. They thought it was a failure since the blast vaporized me, the ship, everything. But it wasn't."<br><br>&nbsp;He paused again, his breath hitching in his throat and his eyes glazing over as he looked out in the distance; a symptom known by every soldier as the 1,000 yard stare (http://www.milhist.net/images/2000YardStare.jpg). "It worked. The uh, the metal fused with my body on a molecular level. It was alive and...we bonded? I guess? It saved my life, and it turns out this metal has a connection to this Quantum Field. I only know because it sort of talks to me. It absorbed the energy of the nuke, but all that energy had to go somewhere, and I got flung eighteen years into the future. And now I'm here. That bastard married <em>my wife</em>. He raised <em>my</em> kids like they were his. I had to explain to my now adult son and daughter what happened. I'm still trying to make them not hate me. And now, because Clinton's not in office anymore, they ruled the Presidential pardon I was offered if I survived the experiment is null and void. So I have no choice but to work for them until they let me loose or I can prove my innocence."<br><br>&nbsp;He was quiet for a bit, and then he laughed. He held up his hand and metal surrounded it up to the elbow. "In my hands. I literally have untold power." A pale blue flame conjured in his palm, then it turned into the most beautiful sapphire she'd ever seen, then a beautiful butterfly shimmering with hundreds of colors that flew off into the night. "But Eiling and Continuum have still got me by the balls. And what I hate the most is that I'm <em>so close</em> to getting the evidence I need to exonerate myself. <br><br>But I can't find that last bit I need. Sometimes I wanna just turn the whole place into a crater...but my parents would hate to know I stooped to their level. And it's not the right thing to do, as much as I want it to be." He chuckled again and sat back, his lower lip quibbling&nbsp; and a tear or two streaming down his cheek. "Sorry, heh. Now it's me who's ramblin' I guess. It's just uh...yeah it never gets easier to tell; to think about all I've gained, but at the price of all I had. And how I feel powerless to change it despite probably being more powerful than I could ever imagine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  Psychic War and Atomic Stripes (Jugg &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>10-12-2015, 19:43:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://talknerdywithus.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Felicia-Day.jpeg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 3rd of April 2015, 17:57<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Great Sphinx of Egypt<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Captain Atom<br><br>Megan smiled at Nate's understandable surprise and awe, having met a few people who had had similar reactions to that little revelation.&nbsp; Grabbing a bit of the offered food between them herself, Megan took a moment to enjoy her mouthful of delicious hamburger before answering his question.&nbsp; <strong>"Well, let's just say your world's more exotic seafood wouldn't have been turned away at your average martian dinner table.&nbsp; I uh, won't go into details beyond that because not everyone can appreciate the finer parts of martian cooking."</strong>&nbsp; She chuckled sheepishly, remembering the one and only time she'd tried to put into words how such food was prepared.&nbsp; It wasn't so different from how Earthlings prepared cows for the slaughter, but she'd learned the hard way that not everyone wanted to know how their hamburger meat was made.&nbsp; So she didn't elaborate, even if Nate asked, which thankfully he didn't.&nbsp; Instead she listened intently to his explanation regarding his name, both civilian and otherwise, and giggled softly when he made the air quotes.&nbsp; <strong>"My name's not exactly unique either, but it fits well enough.&nbsp; It wasn't my idea to go by Miss Martian, but it grew on me."</strong>&nbsp; She admitted, and brushed a stray lock of her short red hair behind her right ear as a blush formed on her cheeks again.<br><br>As for what he could do, and the fact he was still trying to figure it out himself, Megan could only let out a long, impressed whistle, amazed by it all since she hadn't been lying about his being unique, even by her standards.&nbsp; Time travel was rare enough on its own, but the rest of what she had seen and what Nate revealed made him comparable to a god, without actually crossing into their territory directly.&nbsp; That said, she didn't get to marvel for long as the conversation turned to the men Nate was being forced to work for.&nbsp; She didn't need him to tell her what she already knew, but it was still nice to hear him say it aloud.&nbsp; Something about his demeanor and good heart just set her at ease, made it easy to just sit there and listen, the food between them forgotten for the moment.&nbsp; Before she could respond though, she picked up on his minor discomfort regarding her being in his head and let out a soft gasp just as her cheeks turned red again.&nbsp; <strong>"Sorry, I can't completely turn off my telepathy.&nbsp; I'm one of the most powerful psychics on the planet, so even if I'm making a conscience effort to not 'overhear' people's thoughts, I still pick up strong emotions and thoughts anyway.&nbsp; I'll try to stay out though, if you really don't want me in there."</strong>&nbsp; She said, and folded her hands in her lap while looking away.&nbsp; It was both a blessing and a curse when just talking to someone like this, and he was being nothing but nice and she couldn't keep herself out of his thoughts.&nbsp; She'd learned early on not everyone appreciated having their innermost thoughts picked up, but it wasn't entirely her fault these days.&nbsp; That said, the strange presence Nate had felt would fade considerably, but if he looked for it, he'd still feel her back there, just now she was trying not to overhear anything he didn't want her to know about.&nbsp; The impression would linger of her making the effort though, since a psychic link worked in that thoughts and emotions still filtered both ways, even if one person was trying to keep it down to a bare minimum.<br><br>Instead of making a bigger fool of herself, Megan chose to eat more of her forgotten hamburger while Nate told her why he was trapped working for the Continuum.&nbsp; It truly was an incredible story, and she was enraptured by it, having heard her share of strange and heartbreaking tales before.&nbsp; It was hard to keep a psychic out forever unless you had similar gifts, but with her at least, you didn't have to worry about having your thoughts used against you.&nbsp; She genuinely tried to help her friends, and the more Nate told her between sips of his soda and bites into his own burger, the more that desire formed in the martian to try and help him out of his circumstances.&nbsp; Especially when he revealed he had a wife, two kids, and the man most responsible for his current situation had taken them away from the good captain.&nbsp; As if he hadn't done enough, he had moved in on Nate's family as well?&nbsp; Megan's brown eyes flashed brightly for a moment before she reigned in her growing anger at the sheer injustice of it all.&nbsp; Instead she forced herself to think of everyone she'd disappoint if she lost her head here, and only nodded back.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm beyond amazed by your restraint since I know I couldn't have held myself back if I'd been in your shoes.&nbsp; You're right though, in that we can't stoop to their level, to take the easy way out, that's what we stop the real monsters from doing.&nbsp; That said, I can't just sit by and do nothing.&nbsp; If you ever want my help, I'd be more than happy to try and provide it.&nbsp; I know a lot of good people like me who'd make the same offer.&nbsp; Sykes made the mistake of threatening one of them.&nbsp; An-anyway, thank you for the late lunch, the story, and for saving me, and not necessarily in that order, but do you think you can send us back?&nbsp; Hopefully my groceries are still where I dropped them."</strong>&nbsp; She blushed, again, but her offer was genuine, a fact Nate would be able to feel let alone hear in Megan's voice as she stood to her feet and dusted her hands off of any crumbs from the fast food they'd shared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Psychic War and Atomic Stripes (Jugg &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-12-2015, 19:08:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/gzT2jBO.jpg?1)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Nathaniel Adam<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Captain Atom<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> US Military Asset<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 3rd of April 2015, 18:06<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Great Sphinx &gt; Trillium Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Miss Martian<br><hr><hr><br><br>"Hahahah. I can imagine a literally alien society would do things a bit different from here. I'll take your word on it." He'd admit that hearing her name was more or less chosen for her by others and she just accepted it made him feel a bit better about his own. Captain Atom...it did have a nice ring to it once he got over his hatred of the people who gave it to him. He took notice of her whistle when he started rattling off what he could do. It was definitely a lot, and he was definitely powerful. He could do some real good with these powers. He just wished he hadn't lost eighteen years of his life and his family in the process.<br><br>&nbsp;Would he take it all back if he could? Probably. He caught that blush, and it was just when he felt her brushing his mind. She apologized and he waved it off. "Nah. I got nothin' to hide. It's just weird. Even when I'm...I guess I call it normal now. Human. Whatever. Even when I'm not Captain Atom, I'm usually resistant if not outright immune to psionics. Somethin' about the dilustel and the quantum field bonded to me, blah blah blah. Regardless, the fact that you can get inside my head is impressive. It threw me off for a bit is all. Plus, people have been taking liberties with me for nearly two decades so I get antsy when stuff happens without my permission." <br><br>When she looked away, he smirked and opened his mind. <em>"It's okay. I promise."</em> Aside from his encouragement, she might have heard an echo of a thought. Something about her being pretty cute or something like that. After he was done, after he'd told a nearly complete stranger everything about his situation that he could remember; he felt...<em>empty</em>? Not in a bad way though. It was more like, he'd been filled to bursting and finally letting it all out was good for him. He nodded slowly when she talked about restraint. <br><br>He bit his lip and kept nodding for a few moments. "Oh you have <em>no</em> idea. If my parents hadn't raised me the way they did...I think I'd have melted Eiling's eyes out of his skull. Or trapped him on an Atom and let him see the wonders the universe has to offer at the size...then leave him there. Every day I look at him, I cowtow to his demands I have to fight back the urge to end him and level the Continuum building to rubble. But it's for my kids, for my life that I don't." He sighed, rubbing the back of his head before standing up. <br><br>Her offer was genuine; he could tell. Maybe he'd take her up on it. "I'll take any help I can get. But I'm not sure what to do yet. Gimme a bit to think about it, and I'll definitely get back to you." He didn't say anything next, but a clear impression of his number echoed through her mind. He paced back and forth a few times before she asked if he could send them home. He took one final look out over the desert, breathing in the dry, but clean air. As he turned back around, his armor was already melting over his body. When he faced her, the atom symbol on his chest glowed brightly and flames started to dance on his metallic skull.<br><br>&nbsp;"No thanks necessary. Helping is what I do, plus I got to help a pretty Martian so I guess I can cross that off my bucket list. Let's get back though." A snap ensured all evidence of them ever being there faded back into base matter, and then he teleported them back to the park. The team was long gone by now, but thankfully her things were still there. He waved his hand and all the bags teleported into his arms. "Here ya go. Didn't even bruise your...oh ho <em>ho</em>." <br><br>He couldn't help himself, and he'd looked down for just a moment, and he saw the black bag, as well as some of the contents inside. "Your oranges." He couldn't hide the snarky grin on his face, nor the thoughts in his head after he saw what she'd had in there. Curiosity mostly, but hopefully she wouldn't be too embarassed. Maybe she'd get as good a laugh out of it as him. The metal withdrew from him and he held them out to her with a snicker. "Here you go. Everything right where you left it," he said with a final wink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: DC Earth 2:  Psychic War and Atomic Stripes (Jugg &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-12-2015, 02:02:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://talknerdywithus.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/Felicia-Day.jpeg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Megan Morse<br><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong> Miss Martian<br><strong>Affiliation:</strong> Remnants of the Justice League<br><strong>Time:</strong> Monday the 3rd of April 2015, 11:07 AM<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Great Sphinx of Egypt, back to Trillium Park<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Captain Atom<br><br>M'gann relaxed visibly when he laughed and accepted her word regarding her people's ways, and smiled when he waved off her apology regarding her being in his head.&nbsp; It made her feel better since not everyone was so easy to accept the fact she could peek into their minds with such ease, but she understood why Nate had been a little uneasy about it given who he worked for and why.&nbsp; So she was able to relax and nod, even though she was a little surprised he had a natural defense against psionics, having not even noticed as such.&nbsp; Now that he had brought it up though, M'gann cocked her head to the side in curiosity, before sending a weak impulse that he needed to scratch the back of his neck.&nbsp; She raised an eyebrow when the mental command was met with strong resistance, confirming that there was indeed some level of natural immunity against her type of powers.&nbsp; An interesting development, but nothing she was too worried about given the simple fact he had already protected her that day.&nbsp; Before she could respond to her little experiment, Megan heard his voice in her head, eliciting a small pleasant gasp in response before she remembered her manners.&nbsp; <em>"Alright, and thank you for being so accepting of all this."</em>&nbsp; She replied, and gestured to herself for emphasis.&nbsp; As for the echo of thought, the martian could only blush, having never quite gotten used to people saying such things about her even though she'd been on Earth for several years by now.&nbsp; That said, she was naturally shy and, not necessarily innocent, just not used to the 'dating' game and all that it implied for most people.&nbsp; Still, she was able to accept a compliment without complaint.<br><br>But she didn't get to dwell on it long before Nate confirmed what she had already figured out about the soldier, that he wanted to destroy Eilings, but hadn't yet.&nbsp; He truly was a good man in that sense, and she sincerely hoped he stayed that way, and not just because of the powers he'd been given either.&nbsp; And then there was his considering her offer to aid him in getting his life back, despite how easily Sykes and his men had taken her down.&nbsp; She knew how they operated now though, knew what to expect in future engagements, so she'd be better equipped to handle them in the future, but that was for later consideration.&nbsp; It was probably just as well though when Megan raised an eyebrow before pulling out her cellphone, a rather mundane item compared to her bio clothes perhaps, but she typed it in and saved it to her cell's memory before putting it back into its pocket once more.&nbsp; Returning the favor, although she had to push a little harder due to his natural resistance to such abilities, Megan took a step back when Nate's head caught on fire.&nbsp; It was an instinctual response due to her natural weakness to flame, but she trusted him, and wasn't disappointed as she smirked and shook her head at his continuing banter at her expense.&nbsp; <strong>"You do realize I can shapeshift myself to look like whoever I want right?&nbsp; This isn't even my true form, how do you know I'm pretty?"</strong>&nbsp; She teased softly, even though it was also the unfortunate truth because of what she truly was, not as she presented herself.<br><br>And just like that, they were back in the park, and Megan was relieved to see that there was no visible evidence of the brief incursion with Sykes's team, save for her bags that quickly appeared in Nate's arms.&nbsp; Just as she was about to thank him though, she let out a cute 'eep!' when he spotted the bag, and she knew he had even as he tried to pretend otherwise.&nbsp; <strong>"It's uh uh....wasn't my idea....exactly."</strong>&nbsp; She stuttered lamely, her cheeks, having long since returned to her human disguise, about as red as her hair as she levitated her groceries out of his grasp before he could get any further ideas.&nbsp; Despite her embarrassment though, which was quick to fade, Megan managed a smile since he was just being playful about it, reminding her of her friends.&nbsp; No sooner had the thought crossed her mind though did her cellphone vibrate, with Artemis's number on the display.&nbsp; Using her telekinesis again to pull it out of its pocket, Megan nodded towards the other end of the park, where her apartment building resided before heading that way, hoping Nate would follow.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm fine Arty."</strong>&nbsp; She was quick to say in an effort to reassure her friend.<br><br><strong>"<em>Really</em>?&nbsp; Because the news said there was an attack on the park.&nbsp; Funny thing was, no one was left by the time the cops showed up, and I know you were planning to head that way Megan.&nbsp; That means strike team, or an assassination team, so what happened?&nbsp; And what's this about a guy in metal flying around?"</strong>&nbsp; All of this was heard over Megan's speaker, having made it possible for Nate to listen since he was a part of this as much as she was.<br><br><strong>"It was the former, not the latter.&nbsp; Someone wanted me in a lab again, but someone else had other ideas, same as me.&nbsp; Relax, I'm okay Artemis, truly.&nbsp; I'm heading home now and my savior's with me."</strong>&nbsp; This she shot towards Nate more than Artemis, but she didn't miss a step as she kept the phone 'balanced' against the right side of her head while her arms were occupied with her groceries.&nbsp; Having access to telekinetic power made such a task quite easy.<br><br><strong>"Fine, but if metal head does anything funny, I'll happily put an arrow in his eye."</strong>&nbsp; Just as Megan started to respond, Artemis scoffed and the sound of a door being slammed was heard.&nbsp; <strong>"Scratch that, I'm coming over.&nbsp; I'll be there in ten, and <em>you </em>better be there or I'm putting together a rescue team to save you, again."</strong><br><br><strong>"Artemis....alright, we'll be there."</strong>&nbsp; Megan sighed but couldn't help but smile at the blonde's overprotective nature.&nbsp; Not that she had much of a choice since the archer had since hung up on her.&nbsp; A wave of her hand later saw her cellphone back in its pocket, having been walking through the park that entire time.&nbsp; <strong>"Sorry....about that, she's a little overzealous sometimes, but Artemis is like a sister to me.&nbsp; She's one of my closest friends here.&nbsp; And she's another hero in her own right as you probably figured out."</strong>
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