JLA - Shadows Mission 1:  Glühwürmchen?
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				Title: <strong>JLA - Shadows Mission 1:  Glühwürmchen?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>29-06-2018, 02:32:30</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: JLA - Shadows Mission 1:  Glühwürmchen?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>29-06-2018, 02:41:28</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ccqOpoo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amethyst/GM post<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantean Airship (https://i.imgur.com/qfLhVYR.jpg) Over English Channel<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>Atlantis had satellites, who knew? The hyper advanced devices had picked up something that needed looking at. The team had barely been together for a few days; they hadn’t even really had a training session, but needs must as the devil drives them. There was something large approaching from deep space, the advanced Atlantean computers predicated the ship would put down near <strong>Rhineland-Palatinate, in Germany. </strong><br><br>There had been a slight, very slight moment of panic when Amethyst realized that she hadn’t bothered to ask if anyone actually knew how to fly the aircraft, but fortunately <strong>Erin had volunteered that she, in fact, could fly the thing</strong>. While there were certainly some manner of difference between the craft she flew and the Atlantean airship, they were still in the air and currently on course to Germany. According to what she knew they would reach there approximately 20 minutes after what ever it was settled above the city. They were currently 7 minutes out, which meant whatever, or whoever it was had almost 15 minutes to do whatever is they wanted. <br><br>Amethyst turned from the cockpit, the craft one long hallway of sorts, monitors above the chairs lining the wall. She affixed the <strong>small strip of circuitry that functioned as communicators to her jaw line</strong>, it would pick up vibrations from her jaw and would also put them into her earlobe. She had passed them out to the team when they left as well, they would dissolve after a day. She shook her head, sometimes it felt like she was living in a sci-fi movie, one that seemed normal to everyone else. <br><br><strong>“Why here? Bombshell, you know more about this worlds military then most..why here if this is a show of power?”</strong> She posited to the shining woman, even as she kept an eye on the monitors, tuned into the local networks. Amethyst herself had yet to transform into her form, wondering if perhaps she was delaying for the simple fact that it meant she didn’t have to be a heroine for a few moments longer, to just be…normal. <br><br>Her head glanced towards their members from the future, from other worlds, from the scientific even as the ship came into view as one station finally picked up a clear shot of it. She’d insisted they all ride in the ship, as much a show of comradely as it was a means to conserve their powers. She frowned and folded her arms a little bit and watched, even as she talked. The cockpit was close enough and open enough that Erin should have no trouble hearing them <strong>“Does anyone recognize this craft (https://i.imgur.com/zm2Kh4H.png)?” </strong><br><br>The monitor on the left suddenly presented a jarring image, as if the cameraman had been jostled around a corner, picking up the red armored figures swarming the city and its skyline. The armor was all harsh edges, and had small spikes jutting out from here and there.&nbsp; There were dozens, if not hundreds of them moving this way and that. What limited response had already been mustered by the police already seemed overwhelmed. Amethyst watched in horror as they seemed more intent on creating carnage then any real purpose, at least this group was. Cars, trucks, pieces of buildings were being flung about, as if these armored beings were more intent on impressing. The camera fizzled again, even as Amethyst watched in shock, one of the aliens (?) arms molding into some sort of energy cannon and blasted the camera into static. “Erin..please get us there faster…” <br><br>The minutes seemed to tick by slowly, the sensors tied into the satellite feeds picked up signatures, large clusters being herded towards a massive open space, a park maybe. The maps were not the most descriptive of things, at least to her. <br><br>Amethyst turned towards Erin once more and motioned at the monitor <strong>“Once we’re over the city we will open the door…Ray, Sodam, Bombshell…I would like you to engage the ones flying. Slow them down, keep them at bay..do what you can. Erin set us down close to this area, you, Atom and Myself will investigate this area…” she gestured to the park, “</strong>Those are people down there…we need to save them…as many as we can..” The last part was almost a whisper, before she paused. <br><br>Her hands dipped down to where her sword would be, and drew it from the ether, as she did it sliced through the web of reality, her clothes enveloped in a red energy, and as she brought the sword to rest over her head, she was clad in her Gemworld armor, fully Amethyst once more. She seemed more at east, maybe a bit calmer, turning towards them all “Be safe…we have not had time enough together but there are people in need. We will help them, but we must do so together.” <br><br>She&nbsp; gripped the handle of her sword tightly, even as she felt the ship lurch ever so slightly and the bay door start to crack. There was no more time for questioning herself...or each other. Justice would have to prevail. <br><br><hr><br>GM Notes: The ship itself, to characters that are familiar to such things, would have something that seemed familiar to them, maybe some part of a design, maybe the weapons, maybe the occupants, but something one learned in a history class and forgot, or something that inspired something they see in their every day life and never realized it had influences from the past. The craft would appear to be built for function, less form. <br><br>The aliens currently approximately 100 in various positions and points throughout the city. mostly resemble humans, except larger (In total there are 500 of them, though that’s not information readily available). All are strong, to varying degrees. The bulk of them range from Captain America – Spider Man levels of strength. A few, perhaps two dozen or so, have strength approaching Wonder Woman level. On the ship though…there may be even one stronger. All have the ability to shift their hands/arms into cannons, some possessing the abilities to morph into more complex and difficult weaponry. Weapons, and flight ability, are the only things they can do however (They are not full shapeshifters.) English is understood and spoken/weather through translators or natural means is unknown. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: JLA - Shadows Mission 1:  Glühwürmchen?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>29-06-2018, 20:13:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/l4meMj7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> The Ray<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantean Airship Over English Channel<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>Began to paste that thin strip against his unkempt weeks old beard, his eyes hidden behind the golden mask as they stared into the monitors. Every fiber of his being felt tense, nervousness and anxiety hammering against his skin with every beat of his heart. Every breath he took was measured and even, trying to steady himself as he tried to identify this latest threat. It was familiar...something about it was but it eluded him. Listening to Amethyst's assessment, he almost was about to question whether or not they should try to communicate with the alien ship first and see if there could be a peaceful resolution that wouldn't endanger civilians in a needless fight. That question was cut short as footage of their attack flickered onto other monitors.<br><br>Instead his line of questioning went another direction, "<strong>We need to see if the archives have any information on this threat, from the design of their craft, to how they are seemingly capable of turning their body into weapons. Maybe we can at least narrow it down...assuming the Detroit base had any sort of Watch Tower back ups.</strong>" he didn't know, he hadn't gotten to go through the entire server data base he had barely enough time to make sure their electronic defenses were solid. Not that he didn't trust their "benefactors", but he didn't. Not one single bit. His eyes shifted hidden behind that white glow that covered them between his team-mates. He hadn't gotten a good chance to get to know any of them really, though he had a decent idea what a couple of them could do. Other inevitable questions danced through his mind as he tried to form some sort of plan of attack in his mind from the data that scrolled through the arrays and radar. <br><br><em>"Where were other local heroes..."</em> he thought, certainly the loss from the war was immense but what stood here in the Atlantean airship wasn't all that remained. Had they given up? Perhaps everyone was stretched thin and they were dealing with other threats. Something he'd have to look into if they made it out of this or at least pushed the invading force back enough to gain a bit of a reprieve. His thoughts may have been to himself, but the beneath his mask anyone looking at him could have seen that sneer curl onto his lips as he growled under his breath. <br><br>In his mind he repeated the mantra, <em>"Shine hopes light."</em><br><br>As Amethyst changed donned her armor, his golden aura began to brightly hum around him once more until he nearly appeared translucent and hovering in place. "<strong>Let's show these unwelcome guests the door.</strong>" He wouldn't rush ahead, though he could have easily zipped over to the massive hoard of enemies, best to move as a team in this. He knew what he was capable of and in that, he knew if needed he could provide a great measure of defensive support to his new allies. It was going to be a long sustained encounter after all and if he could help keep the team up and fighting then the greater their chances might have been of pulling out a win.<br><br>He had wanted to blast ahead, to just slam head long into the enemy wave and see what they were made of. Sore wounds of a war just fought fresh on him and seeing this invading force only opened them right back up. His hands curled into fists as he had to keep putting himself in check. Reminding himself he wasn't flying solo on this one as he looked between Bombshell and Sodam, "<strong>On you</strong>." he said, waiting on them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: JLA - Shadows Mission 1:  Glühwürmchen?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>30-06-2018, 14:47:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/3/3b/Bombshell_001.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bombshell<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantean Airship Over English Channel<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>When the alert was recieved at the Detriot bunker Amy couldn't help but smile at everyone else's reaction, she knew that she could be impulsive and reckless at times but there was something about alarms and flashing lights that Amy found almost soothing. So while everyone else was hurrying to the airship, Amy calmly returned to her room and retrieved a canvass bag before heading to the hanger in the most unrushed way possible. As the aircraft took off instead of strapping herself into one of the seats, Amy pulled a hammock out of the canvass bag and strung it up in the airship's cargo area. She could feel the puzzled looks as she secured the hammock, Amy could also hear the unspoken questions as she settled herself in answering nobody in particular <strong>"Those seats are uncomfortable, who knows when the next chance to catch some sleep will be and patience is also a weapon"</strong><br><br>Amy was awoken from her catnap as the airship drew closer to their target once they were close enough to get a good look at what the source of the problem was. Amy smirked as Amethyst asked her about the global military <strong>"I hate to break it you but Joint Chiefs left me off their memos, just a grunt. But we are getting close to Ramstein airbase; huge logistics hub, NATO command centre and rumours that tech salvaged from Epoch's army is being stored her."</strong> Amy paused for a second to consider the reason for the attack and was struck by a thought <strong>"Ramstein seems like a logical place to attack, which means they had intel. So who the fuck is telling aliens about Earth military bases?"</strong> Looking for that answer would have to wait but the attackers must some Earth based supporters.<br><br>The airship positioned itself above the fight as the cargo door open <strong>"OK Ray, Sodom. Stay close to each other and them. We're outnumbered so lets make them worry about friendly fire."</strong> Amy took the lead and headed towards a group of about 10 aliens, if they could move quickly and take out small pockets then the fight wasn't 200 v 5 but 1 v 1 lots of times. Amy dodged passed one alien who was firing something at her, one of the shots hit. Outwardly Bombshell shock it off as if nothing happened but Amy could feel the sting of energy as it flowed through her metal skin. Swiftly reaching out Bombshell grabbed the alien by the throat, gave it a swift hard headbutt and watched as it dropped to the ground <strong>"Good news guys, we can hurt them."</strong> she announced over the comms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: JLA - Shadows Mission 1:  Glühwürmchen?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>30-06-2018, 19:23:06</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SjKFcbb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Shvaughn Erin</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289725.msg14236233#msg14236233)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantean Airship Over English Channel<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>Shvaughn had agreed to pilot the ship when it became clear nobody else would, and found it thankfully easy to control. She'd have liked to have had a chance to try it out before needing to carry her teammates on a vital mission to save the world, but she reminded herself she wasn't a part of a well oiled police force with modern training and equipment anymore. This was a rag tag operation of people with very different talents and backgrounds and it seemed like they were lucky to have anything resembling a plan to go with their problems.<br><br>At least this was easier than driving. She'd attempted to drive a 21st century car and nearly wrecked when her instinct to make it veer up to avoid traffic hadn't worked. Moving in two dimensions was just so stifling. How did people live with it? Thankfully this Atlantean ship was 'advanced' enough by the standards of her current time that it was just primitive enough for her to recognize some of the ideas it was going for with its features. Even if she did have to press a dozen buttons for what would have been one swipe on a modern ship.<br><br>As they neared the site her suite formed a brief dome over her head and when it pulled back Shvaughn's bright red hair was back in a tight braided ponytail and her eyes were protected by a pair of transparent shades resembling safety goggles. Her makeup had also been retouched, not that it was faded enough for that to really be noticeable. <br><br>"I can't get us there any faster." She grumped at Amethyst. "The laws of reality only allow a vessel with this propulsion system to move so quickly." She said, a bit like she was talking to a small child, the muttered, "If it had a real engine maybe."<br><br>She nodded in response to Amethyst's orders. It seemed good enough to her. She wasn't really a tactician, more of a diplomat and a detective, so following the girl with the purple armor's lead was fine by her. Maybe one of the others had some input here, not Shvaughn. Bombshell was the only one she thought of, and glanced at her, but she seemed to think it was a good idea too. That was pretty much all the affirmation Shvaughn needed. She let the plane hover with the doors open for a moment as the fliers departed.<br><br>She found a larger area in the park to set the ship down, and as she did and powered it off, she tapped her wrists and a pair of very high tech pistols appeared in her hands. "Let's go." She said simply to the two that were with her.<br><br>Bursting out of the door in a picture perfect engage, she blasted several aliens down, grimacing as she saw that her shots weren't enough to permanently knock them out, just make them slow and mad. A few follow ups though and at least a handful of aliens were out of the picture. Unfortunately that just seemed to alert several others to her presence. She managed to begin to swear as she saw their arms shift to cannons and unleash on her. Instinctively she threw up her arm in protection and the forcefield of her suit shimmered as it blocked the impacts, but it still pushed her back several feet. "Oooof." She raised her guns and returned fire, ducking behind a nearby tree. <br><br>"I've uh, successfully distracted some of them down here in the park." She let her team know, acting like this was intentional.
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				Title: <strong>Re: JLA - Shadows Mission 1:  Glühwürmchen?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>01-07-2018, 20:34:28</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11119/111192788/4509991-sodam_yat_ion.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sodam Yat / Ion<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantean Airship<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Mission 1 - 1 hour in <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>Sodam waited at the cargo door, his face relaxed but quietly confident. He had a lot to live up to here, on a stage like this, and he wasn't about to disappoint anyone. He let himself shake off a little, remembering how he'd got here as he was ready to drop into the air. Training, as he almost always was, when the Atlantean ship arrived. He didn't say a lot but leapt on board as fast as he could, making sure they could get where they were going as fast as possible. These days he spent almost his whole life training in one way or another, either motivated by <em>his</em> legacy or by his own prophecy. <br><br>He'd been all smiles and nods seeing his newfound team mates, always happy to work with others. He listened to The Ray, but he didn't have a lot to add. His own experience in the stars didn't include any meetings with these aliens. And then Bombshell, who had a lot more military experience than he did. It served as a stark reminder he was still a long way off who he wanted to be, but he'd get there. He nodded at her assessment of things, agreeing it made sense to focus rather than splitting up too much. The split second she was out of the door he was right there with her. <br><br>The rush of the air gave him a brief feeling of exhilaration as he hurtled headlong into chaos, and he couldn't shake off a slight confident smile that only he could see. He ducked past several projectiles, seeing them move past his eyes as if in slow motion he kept right by Bombshell. Following up on her first strike he tackled into the alien closest to her, making sure her headbutt landed uninterrupted he wrapped both arms around its waist and urged himself to hurtle forwards, forcing it to lurch sharply as it was winded, or whatever the equivalent may be. Coming to a pause in the tackle he pulled it up, letting it sail and following with several powerful punches before allowing it to crash to the ground below. As soon as it started falling he turned, making sure he was close to the other two in the air and ready to work together. <strong>"Close and teamwork, I like that plan. Looks like we'll be up here a while"</strong> He communicated as he saw the sheer numbers of the aliens.
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				Title: <strong>Re: JLA - Shadows Mission 1:  Glühwürmchen?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>01-07-2018, 20:38:01</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YNXU85J.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan Choi / The Atom<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantean Airship Over English Channel. Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All. <br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>It was all too soon. That was all Ryan could think as the makeshift Justice League rushed towards their first mission. They hadn’t known each other more than five days and already they were flying headfirst into an alien invasion. Of course rationally he knew that was how the Justice League pretty much always operated; his first mission with the JLA had been just hours after meeting Batman. But rational thought seemed out of place in the moment. Hands fiddled with the communicator, double triple quadruple checking to make sure it function but more just looking for something to do so that he didn’t feel quite so useless. <br><br>Amethyst’s request for information on the ship was enough to make him perk up and eye what he could see. The first impression, beyond some nagging sense of familiarity, was how off putting the design was. Or rather, how little design there seemed to be. It was all function with no form. No stylistic choices to show off dominance or odd bits of construction that seemed pointless unless there were schematics in front of you. Not even markings or insignia of any kind. <strong>“Something is… wrong with that ship. It’s too boring. Too simple.”</strong> Like was so often the case, Ryan’s words came out quickly with little thought if anyone else would understand what he was saying. <strong>“Everything I see makes sense, and that doesn’t make sense. Not for an Alien ship.”</strong> Every alien craft Ryan had ever seen, which was a surprisingly high number, had some element that didn’t quite work with his terran mind. Some part of the design that only made sense after talking to the pilot or knowing the race that flow them. But there was nothing like that on the ships he saw.<br><br>Still, as much as that puzzled at his brain, he knew it wasn’t enough to go on. He needed more data for his theory. And before that he needed to have a theory that he could actually test. All he had was just the knowledge that something wasn’t right; a good thing to know, but less impressive during an alien invasion when very little was actually ‘right’. And Bombshell’s question of how exactly the invaders had gotten access to government information was a good one. Likely more pressing than his own design concerns. Had someone leaked that information? Did they have a source inside the administration? Or had they been able to hack into whatever network system would hold that information? <br><br>There were too many questions. Ryan was always a fan of questions, but only as a means to get some greater answer. He ran over everything he knew and wanted to know while running off of the ship and feeling once more outclassed. Overwhelmed. There was too much: too much light from gunfire, too much noise, too much open space around him. Breathing had to be forced before he could actually remember that this was his job. A second later he might not have noticed one of the aliens pointing its cannon at him. When Ryan immediately shrunk to a miniscule size, the creature let out a puzzled noise before a tiny and incredibly dense punch knocked it into a tree and down for the count. <br><br><strong>“Does anyone know anything about these aliens?”</strong> His voice carried over the comms, speaking to all of the team. <strong>“The League Database isn’t fully operational yet, so I can’t pull up anything on them.”</strong> Ryan jumped around the battlefield that had formed in the park, shrinking and growing in an oddly enchanting dance that was perfectly calculated for maximum speed and strength. The alein’s were tough, more than he could reasonably handle in anything other than a one on one fight, but he could at least distract them and keep the civilians safe. <br><br>Erin’s distraction proved enough of an advantage that he could take advantage of. They were too focused on shooting who’d taken out their allies, they didn’t notice something the size of a flea leaping towards them until he was suddenly the size of a human and his fist was connecting to one of their faces with a speed and density that violated a few laws of physics. Two of the aliens went to fire at Ryan, both focusing their cannon arms at him, only to hit each other cleanly as The Atom shrunk to the ground at the last second. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: JLA - Shadows Mission 1:  Glühwürmchen?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>02-07-2018, 17:09:13</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/l4meMj7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> The Ray<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantean Airship Over English Channel<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All / Bombshell and Sodom<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br><br>Phased right through the top of the ship as Sodam and Bombshell departed and followed closely behind the both of them as they engaged, his aura flaring about him as he created barriers of light to block and deflect various attacks that attempted to reach the 3 as they began their assault upon the aerial forces. He hadn't known all that much about them but in lieu of a better game plan and little direction he stuck with what he had drawn up in his own mind, protect his comrades first while they attacked and when able work in his own attacks. Using those same barriers he would throw them directly in front of the enemies flight path, a solid wall of pure light as they would ram right into it at high speed, burning themselves and that sudden brutal hard stop of impact.&nbsp; With how outnumbered they were he knew that if they started to do real damage to the enemy forces that they would likely turn to deal with this newest threat in bulk, in truth depending on how much they knew and from what everyone else had said they might turn in force quicker than he predicted.<br><br>One Alien seeing an opportunity from a roof top it had landed upon, raised his arm cannon directly at The Ray's back, the angry pulse of the weapon charging up for a brief moment before that shot tore free and upwards. Turning about The Ray's body went transparent once more for a brief moment as that energy blast went harmlessly through him and off into the sky to fade out. Reappearing as a solid form, his own hands came together as his own energy blast was quickly channeled and then shot directly at the alien. Hitting him square in the chest, the beam knocked him backwards and sent him rolling end of end before crashing into the door leading to the stairs for the floor below. He thought at first that had taken the alien out, but watched as the invader pulled himself up to his feet.&nbsp; Sure, he hadn't hit it with everything he had...he didn't want to kill the alien, just subdue and then planned to move onto the next.<br><br>If these front line troops of theirs were this resilient and strong, would would the upper echelons be like? What about their special forces or elites? The civilian defense force didn't have a chance he knew and at this point would only serve as a diversion at best. Flashes of the Epoch war danced in his eyes and a growl caught at his throat. They had to put a stop to this or figure out what the enemy was after before they established a foot hold or before in the chaos of all this they reached their goal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: JLA - Shadows Mission 1:  Glühwürmchen?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kadigan</strong> on <strong>04-07-2018, 02:53:32</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ccqOpoo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Amethyst/GM post<br><strong>Location:</strong> Park<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Mission 1 - 1 hour 10 minutes in<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br><br><br><br>It was all happening to fast, everything. The battles in Gemworld were far more…slow. It took time to march to a place; it took time to prepare a spell, battles were heavier things when they were blades and bows, when you practically had to look your foe in the eye, to see the life fade, rather then guns. So easy, these things to take a life with. But battle was battle, and this was a life she had known since she was thirteen, and so she steeled herself, her resolve and her willpower and took it all in. <br><br>The police officers were engaging the…weaponmorphs (?) as best they could but for the most part they seemed to be able to only wound them, at best. Amethyst tried her best to keep track of everything but there was so much happening, so many voices coming in through her comms, crackles and pops as the weapons fire hit and crackled near her teammates. <br><br>She moved to intercept one of the goons shooting at Erin, but paused. There was one with a blade stalking a police officer. The decision was easy; she pivoted on her foot and moved towards the officer. Erin was a big girl and could take care of herself, otherwise she wouldn’t be here. The Atom was still out there as well, even as she saw something invisible take down several of the aggressors. She slid on her knees and barely intercepted the blade in time which was…growing out of the male alien’s flesh. It rang against her own with a clang, and she shoved with her not inconsiderable strength back with a grunt. The creature’s strength was near her own then, or greater. She had surprise on her side when she struck. She grasped her sword in both hands, defensive position she had learned as a child “You will not harm any more civilians…we are here now and you will stand down..”<br><br>“Civilians…” the alien tilted his head, as if the word made no sense to him, even with the translations. The alien shifted his blade, gross, even as he stalked her in a circle. With all the chaos going on around them it was like they were in their own little world. “I am the finest blademaster in 3 generations..tasked with rounding up this..chattel. I have depths of knowledge that runs deep….” The aliens eyes shifted for a moment “Perhaps I will show you how deep.” <br><br>“Would that I could be so lucky…”Amethyst nearly vomited out, as she shifted her stance bringing the sword up over her head, her other hand pointed out, two fingers extended up. Shining Diamond Defense pose. The alien moved in quickly, counting on his power and speed, and intimidation. She shifted quickly to respond, Weeping Opal Strike, as she brought her sword along the man’s stomach, slicing open the armor and deep into him. She tempered herself though and watched as he dropped. She was pleased to see the creature bled. She knelt down, tilting her head.<br><br>“The wound is survivable, if not painful you will tell me what you are doing here and you will….” Her words trailed off as she saw the group of civilians the aliens were herding disappear, the energy trail heading towards the ship. Her sword dropped down slightly, as she watched, before she took an energy blast to the ribs. It merely stunned for a second, she cursed herself for a fool for being distracted. The battle didn’t cease when you were busy, she thought as she scrambled to her feet and sought cover behind a large rock, grimacing a moment. <br><br>“Amethyst calling The League..the civilians were taken. To the ship I believe….we must stymie the forces down here so we can pursue, please do your best then rendezvous with Erin Atom and Myself at ground level.” <br><br><hr><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/aa38/th/pre/f/2014/351/7/b/gm3_by_ana0art-d8a5key.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>GM post<br><strong>Location:</strong> Everywhere<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>The aliens, though each seemed to look a bit different, all clad in that same red armor were no fools no mindless throng of thugs to be beaten back. These were warriors, who had been together for years, if not more, up against foes who had fought together but once, in desperation. As soon as they saw Bombshell , Sodam, and Ray manage to stun and even knock out a few of their group, they pulled back and regrouped by specialties and took Bombshell’s advice to heart it seemed. They moved back in, even as Ray charged forward, taking advantage of the inexperienced heroes eagerness to further divide the group, smiles on some of their faces. Whoever they were, those ones certainly enjoyed the thrill of battle. <br><br>Even as they swarmed on them, they moved efficiently, not trying to pig pile on but each focusing on a separate body part, trying to pull, distract, harass the heroes into submission. While individually they might not measure up in their strength, working in concert as they’ve been trained to do, they work to push them away from each other, to keep them from working together. Hands shift into various energy cannons and fire off blasts, and when those don’t’ prove effective they continue to shift, searching for frequencies, radiations, energies that will hurt the heroes even more. <br><br>Back from the fight, several of the aliens faces shift and visors morph into their eyeline, as they analyze and get feedback from their ship, orders transmitting through these ones. The ones with Sodam seemed to be focusing more on brute force, one attempting to choke the hero with a chain grown from flesh, while energy maces and clubs batter at the Daxamite hero. Over the pitch of grunts curses about “Kryptonians” can be heard, and none too flattering. Bombshell attracts more of the energy blasters, hands configuring to new and exciting formations, as different colored energies wash over that silver skin, and more then a few leers of admiration from the male aliens at the warrior woman. The Ray got more interesting configurations, as several begin to group on the rooftop the Ray had crashed on, a few over as well cutting off his escape, hands shifting about to webbed like weapons, as one of them mutters “Just like that New Genesis scum…” the disruptor blasts not firing anything tangible, just designed to interfere with energy signals. <br><br>On the ground, the aliens are just as vicious. Several vanish with the civilians, but more press their attacks. After seeing their comrades fall to something invisible or small, several of them morph, their skin shedding like snakes almost as they become studded with transformers, crackling with electricity to deter anyone from touching them, even as they lash out wildly with blasts, causing more damage and destruction then simply hitting their Atomic foe. They circle up, their eyes changing, as lenses fall down over them, and again, and again, magnifying their surroundings, and scanning in different spectrums until..one of them smiles. <br><br>They tilted their heads at the forcefield surrounding Erin, the technology far too advanced for the frail human wearing it, but they moved forward, even as the blasts dropped several of them, for several moments at least. They seemed to think for a moment, then their hands and backs shifted, growing tanks almost as they light up the tree with fire. If not to take away her cover, then to burn her or take away her oxygen. <br><br>Even as the battle rages on, the ship looms ominously over the city, the citizens of the city being subjected to who knows what. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: JLA - Shadows Mission 1:  Glühwürmchen?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>04-07-2018, 07:54:24</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SjKFcbb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Shvaughn Erin</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289725.msg14236233#msg14236233)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantean Airship Over English Channel<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; <br><hr><br>Shvaughn saw the police officers falling back away from the aliens and had to resist the urge to fall back with them. <em>You're not a cop anymore</em> she reminded herself. <em>You're a hero. You do dumb things like fight aliens who have tech above most things on this planet! You have to because nobody else will!</em> She was nearly hyperventilating as she kept herself hyped up enough to briefly jump out from behind her cover and bullseye another set of aliens. Her high tech rayguns had all sorts of targeting assistance options installed, to make up for the fact that she was a pretty average shot without it, and in this age none of the disruptive tech designed to throw the assistance options off had come into play yet. It gave her the appearance of being a complete deadeye.<br><br>She gulped as the trees above her suddenly caught on fire, but thankfully her suit was one step ahead of the aliens. Her safety glasses extended themselves into a full facial covering, and the suit behind her grew up over her head and connected to the glasses as they formed a helmet with a clear mask around her face. Oxygen was pumped in and cleaned by the suits filters from the outside. "Ha, it will take more than that!" She shouted, realizing that nobody could hear her because her mask was sealing her voice off. She shook her head at herself and fired a few more shots.<br><br>She saw that Molecule was having success and then noticed the aliens countermeasures. She glared. How dare they! "Heads up Professor." She said over the voice comms. "Gonna give those sparkly boys some hydro." She had spotted a fire hydrant nearby and hit it with a well placed shot, sending a spray of water over the electrically inclined aliens. She smiled at the result, proud of herself for coming up with it, and thankful that fire hydrants were one of the few things about this time that weren't completely weird to her.<br><br>"I'll get the ship started up again, cover me." She said, in response to Amethyst. She bolted back to the ship, her suit lowering its heels and enhancing her speed not quite to superhuman levels but moving much quicker than most people as she returned to the ship and quickly climbed back in, powering things up before the aliens on the ground could damage things, hoping that she could get them all out of here and up to the spaceship in time to save the abducted people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: JLA - Shadows Mission 1:  Glühwürmchen?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sketch</strong> on <strong>04-07-2018, 17:19:39</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/l4meMj7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> The Ray<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantean Airship Over English Channel<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Mission 1 - 1 hour 10 minutes in.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>The Ray's back still sizzled a bit from the attack from behind that had sent him plunging down onto the rooftop, smoke rising up from off of it as the white eyes of his mask narrowed as he looked around him.&nbsp; He wasn't hurt, thankfully, because his aura acted like a shield but that didn't mean the impact hadn't jarred or surprised him. Out of reflex however, he dodged one of the aliens newest shots and only just barely did he feel that disruption cannons energy pass threw his shoulder.&nbsp; The aura strained again it, flickering for a moment as it had grazed him before returning to normal.<br><br>"<strong>Just like the New Genesis scum...</strong>"<br><br>Even as he tumbled and rolled through that dodge, coming back up to his feet deftly and unleashing another blast, this one arched like one of McDonald's signs as it zipped towards a grouping of them before breaking apart and hammered against them. Many of the aliens whom had reconfigured themselves were able to break apart that bolt of pure energy before it reached them and dissipate it harmlessly. ~<strong>"Hey guys, these guys are able to analyze us and reconfigure themselves to counter...maybe they can't do more than one modification." </strong>~ The Ray broadcast to the other members of the league as he was boxed in. Gritting his teeth, he fortified his own defenses as he geared up to lunge forward into direct combat with the enemy. They were skilled and capable but his years of working with different teams, training even with some of the best and years solo had hardened him. He too then, would change up his tactics though the comment about New Genesis worried him.<br><br>Before re-engaging the enemy he heard Amethyst's broadcast, "<strong>You win this round.</strong>" as he suddenly stopped and then dropped down through the solid roof as he zipped off like a golden blur, making his way off towards the ground team. He hadn't wanted to disengage, the adrenaline fueled his anger and he wanted to unleash it upon them. To make them pay. Logic however won the day as he also believed grouping up was the next best step though he had wanted to see if his own change of strategy would have made any difference.&nbsp; Landing with a brilliant flash of light as he drove his fist into the back of one of the aliens that had opened fire upon Amethyst. That aura completely covering his body acting like an exo-suit as his gloved fist connected and sent it flying into another small pack of its friends. "<strong>Miss me?</strong>"<br><br>Taking a bit of cover with his comrade, to avoid any return fire and try to save what energy he could when he could he tried to see where the others were at. He would provide covering fire if needed or once more throw up those solid energy walls to shield his team-mates as he could, but he was keenly aware that if this fight continued as it had that he would likely run out of energy far before it reached conclusion. It wasn't a concern at the moment, he had plenty of juice in the tank but with how much trouble those forces had given him in bulk it couldn't help but cross his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: JLA - Shadows Mission 1:  Glühwürmchen?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JamesSureWould</strong> on <strong>05-07-2018, 22:20:07</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YNXU85J.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan Choi / The Atom<br><strong>Location:</strong> Atlantean Airship Over English Channel. Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All. <br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>The second Amethyst said that the civilians were being taken onto the ship, it all made sense. There were no markings or insignias on the ship because it wasn’t a war ship; it was something closer to a shipping barge or a holding facility. Which meant… Well Ryan wasn’t quite sure he wanted to actively examine exactly what that meant for those people in Alien’s grasp, just that the Justice League needed to get them out. <br><br>Of course getting them out would first require being able to get away from the small crowd of aliens that had gathered around him. Easier to plan than to actually do. Especially when they somehow started to send electrical blasts through their body! He couldn't hit them unless he felt like being tased; A testing punch he’d thrown had been enough to knock him onto his ass even through the insulation of his suit. Just as he was getting back to his feet, Ryan could hear something. At his size the sounds waves hit the ears much differently, but he’d heard it enough in the lab to atleast have an idea; It was something mechanical, almost like a click. A microscope moving through the various sized lens. It didn’t connect exactly what that meant until a blast of energy hit close enough to singe his eyebrows and knock him backwards. <em>‘Shit. They can see me.’</em> Running away would take too long given his current size, and growing back up would make it even easier for the aliens to hit him. His mind raced as he tried to find a solution out there. Then he heard a voice over the comms. Erin. He wasn’t quite sure what the plan was but at the very least it involved water. The exact details of what happened were lost on him small as he was, but he didn’t care much.<br><br>&nbsp;The second he heard the first alien get hit with water, shorting and getting electrocuted, Ryan shrunk further so that he could move in between the water molecules themselves and stay dry. One mass shifted molecular leap later and Ryan was clear enough of the danger to come back to his regular size. <strong>“Thanks for the save Erin!”</strong><br><br>That same macho part of him that decided putting on a costume and fighting crime was a good use of his skills wanted to stay outside the team's ship and keep the coast clear. But he knew that was a dumb plan; there were better uses for his skill set than punching things. So instead he raced up into the league ship behind Erin and started to tap away at the screen his scanner threw up. Interfacing into the scanning function of their ship, Ryan managed to hook into the network for the alien craft. He couldn’t recognize the language that it used, but every computer he’d ever encountered, alien or terran, ran on a very similar set of logical rules. If he could figure out what number base their math was based on and what a few key phrases looked like, he could help make sure their defenses were down. <strong>“Okay, If I did this right… I think I’m in their system.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: JLA - Shadows Mission 1:  Glühwürmchen?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>06-07-2018, 15:59:53</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/3/3b/Bombshell_001.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bombshell<br><strong>Location:</strong> Above the park<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Mission 1 - 1 hour in<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><strong>Content:</strong><br><hr><br>Amy winced a little as the aliens started firing different types of energy weapon at her, it wasn't that the individual blasts hurt her, they felt slightly less annoying than bee stings but get stung enough times and even an elephant could be brought down. Well if they were trying something different maybe she could do the same, it was hard to describe but the different types of energy had slightly different flavours to them and she feel them swirling and coursing through her metal skin. Amy focused on one of those flavours, isolated it and pushed it into her hands. Focusing on two of the aliens Amy expelled all of the stored energy towards them adding in a little boost by tapping into the quantum field the aliens felt the effects of five times the firepower they had directed towards her.<br><br><strong>"Guys I think Ray's got it right, they're testing us, probing for weaknesses."</strong> Amy took note of how the aliens were attacking the rest of the team, if these aliens were exposing their weaknesses, who knew when that information might be important. <strong>"Anyone else notice they're speaking English? Why are aliens speaking English?"</strong> Something else to add to list of things that didn't make sense.<br><br>Amy looked around and saw Sodom not exactly struggling but still outnumbered, he could probably deal with his attackers eventually but they needed to be dealt with fast. Flying up behind the alien who was trying to choke Sodom, Amy gently tapped the alien on the shoulder waited for it to turn it's head before punching it square in face. Hopefully that would give Sodom the chance he needed to dispatch the rest of his attackers.<br>
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