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Walt listened to Jor's confession with a sense of surprise that he couldn't quite find the energy to express. When the Kryptonian finished, Walt turned to him without hesitation, but spoke calmly.
"You are coming. I won't tell." He would have been satisfied with that, but he mustered the willpower to conclude with a statement of nominal warmth, so he sighed quickly and placed a hand on Jor's shoulder.
"We'll figure it out- as soon as we get back. You'll be fine."
I need you, after all, Walt thought, but the thought was truncated bitterly. He turned to the elevator door and walked toward it with an urgent stride. Now that the machine was ready, he was beginning to feel some of his old power coming back, speed coursing through his body, funneling his blood through his veins at a pace that inspired him, the thought of it almost enough to make him want to take off in any direction. But he held it in, in case he would need it later.
When he reached the lift, he turned and shouted to Jor from across the room.
"I'm gonna go get Lyd and John, and then we'll be back! Be ready!" With that, Walt managed a half-smile and held up his hand in a soft farewell salute.
Now I just have to hope Lyd left the guy operable. The joke in Walt's head almost completed his smile. The doors to the lift slipped closed.
The statement didn't fill Jor with confidence. Walter's words were hollow and devoid of energy. Not for the first time, since Martin Jordan ended up in another universe, Jor wondered if Walter cared about anything anymore. Jor nodded and smiled, more out of obligation than anything else. "Yes, that would be preferable. Thank you, Walter."
As Flash walked away, Jor nodded. He adjusted his new uniform, blue, red and yellow, like Superman's. Unlike Superman's the suit was laced with Kryptonian technology that assisted Jor with his failing powers. There were shield emitters that would help him make up for his diminishing invulnerability, as well as an anti-grav system for flight and force blasters in the wrists to assist with attacks. As long as the power cells in the suit held out, Jor's powers would be supplemented enough to get through this.
"Walter, I will come with you. I don't think that Lydia wants your friend in the Tower. I don't wish to anger her. This will help circumvent a pointless argument. Besides, I have a pair of modifications I need to make to your costumes and I would like to do that as soon as possible so that we may leave."
The Boy of Steel realized that he was talking to thin air. He followed after the scarlet speedster. It made sense to him. He was tired of conflicts and his team needed this. After everything that happened, the Titans needed a win. That was the only reason that Jor didn't report this to Captain America. The scarlet cape fluttered in the breeze as he walked. Superboy missed the lift, but bounded out the window after him. The leap would work and the anti-gravs would kick in at his decent and help his landing. Walter needed him whether he meant it or not. This was a job for Superboy.
Post by Helen Danvers on Feb 8, 2016 18:21:19 GMT -6
Lydia really wanted to know where Walt found this guy. He was laughing, though clearly not at her. She knew what that sounded like as she'd heard it enough in her life. It was swiftly followed by a punch in the face most times (though not necessarily from her). He stated he liked her, which was no real surprise as most people did. However, with most people, she was all smiles and kind words; not threats and dented tables. She supposed that said something about him, that he liked snarky and grumpy and all around dangerous. He probably wouldn’t like her normally. But she doubted they’d cross paths again after this. His laugh had, however, ebbed away a bit of the anger that had welled up inside her over everything. She relaxed just a bit. It intrigued her that he wanted to keep his “good deed” to himself. He must have more than respect for whoever he was talking about if he wasn’t planning on using this little escapade to his advantage. A fact she ruminated over as she continued to eat her muffin and let him talk.
"Well, I think we're done comparing lists with each other. And I think sounding like a pirate is no longer in. So, asking me if I'm 'savvy' just makes you sound old. But sure, I'll keep my mouth shut, keep your dumb reputation intact. I mean, why use it for brownie points to get into her good graces when you can just think, ‘hey, I got paid to do this.’ and go on your merry way. Or are you saving it for a rainy day when you really piss her off?” Lydia sighed and pushed away from the table, fairly confident that whatever adjustments Jor needed to do, he had done by now. She stood up and cleaned off the table what was left of the muffin mess, then pulled John’s chair away from the table enough for him to stand as she headed toward the back door.
“C’mon, Johnny boy. Let’s go get our Eagle Scout back.” Lydia pushed open the back door to the alley and and looked both ways before stepping outside. As she did, her costume formed over her skin before her foot even hit the ground. The brightness outside leaking into the small cafe was enough to make anyone inside who was looking, cover their eyes, missing her transformation. The next moment, she was gone from view, behind the door, waiting for Walt’s friend.
Post by Owen Merlowe on Feb 9, 2016 12:17:49 GMT -6
"Heh. Probably, because I'm not the type of person who should be in anyone's life longer than I have to be. Brownie points is a dumb concept for this. I'm around until I outlive my usefulness. Then I go on my merry way. Same with your speedy friend here. I'm with his little outfit until he decides I'm not useful anymore. That's how I operate."
Owen pushed away from the table as well. He knew that he could at least count on Captain Marvel. She seemed naive enough to actually keep her word to him. That was good enough for him. It might keep him alive. As much as he liked the Flash's money, he didn't really trust the kid much. He'd seen this type of mindset before. This might be the mission where Owen stopped being useful for all he knew. That would get him out of Dinah's life real quick. He willed the thoughts away. Red Hood would burn that bridge when he got to it.
"Well, Cap. I just seem old, because you're 10. That's more you than me." He said with no malice and just a hint of amusement.
As they walked out the door, Owen affixed his mask and removed his sunglasses. He was regretting this mission more and more. But as the saying went: in for a penny, in for a pound. "Oh, and do me a favor, Captain. It's Red Hood when we're working."
Post by Walter West on Feb 10, 2016 2:10:09 GMT -6
Walt looked up at the sky from the shade under the floating Titans base. Finally, he was getting to make some real progress. With every step back towards the coffee shop, he felt more and more confident. Every pace felt like another made towards Marty. By the time he saw Lydia and the Hood, he had managed a passable smile.
"Hey, you two." They looked to both be on their feet. Lookit that, Walt thought. Beating the odds already.
The Hood was already sporting his preferred headgear, so Walt looked at him and smiled amicably. His speech and gestures were still softer than usual, his hands still tucked in his pockets, but Walt could still feel his old vitality, his own comfortable state of agitation, returning.
"Lookin' good, Redhead. Lyd, Jor's almost done. He should be out soon enough." Walt gestured slightly with his elbow towards Owen. "I wanna take a minute with him before we go, though. We'll meet you two there, okay?" Walt smiled warmly at Lydia and hugged her, squeezing her tightly for a moment before striding towards the other man, looking at the ground before taking Owen a few yards aside and looking up to meet the Hood's gaze directly.
"Listen. I know that you know you're going to get some serious pay outta this, and I know why you're coming along in the first place, so let's skip that part. You make your jokes, brush it off if you want to, and don't you doubt that the cash will keep coming, but there's something else I want you to know." Walt nodded once to himself slightly, absentmindedly, and continued in a pressed, earnest tone of voice.
"This is the second time you've helped me save my friends. You'll get your money, but for me, it's more than that. You have my respect, and my gratitude. I won't embarrass either one of us by calling us friends, but if you need anything, you've got a speedster on your side. Good thing to keep in mind." Walt finished with a humble dip of the head before lifting it and extending his hand for a shake. For a rare moment since losing his friend, he thought of something other than getting the Lantern back; holding out his hand towards the man in the hood, Walt thought of what his life would be like when they returned to their own world. He considered the new lines he had drawn over the course of his frantic efforts to devise a way to get Marty back, and he imagined what it would be like to abide by the changes he had already made to the way things were done. He wondered in that fractured second if he would struggle with his new perspective on the way things had to be to do what was right.
Looking at the Hood, he concluded that he wouldn't, and his tight smile widened ever slightly.
The air rushed past Jor as he descended, crimson cape fluttering in the breeze. He smiled down at his friends and Red Hood as he dropped slowly to the pavement with as much disruption as stepping off a curb. He made a note to adjust the anti-grav system, just a bit more as there was a slight flicker in the field that only Jor perceived. The Boy of Steel took a moment to look around as his cape settled around him. He smiled at Lydia. "Greetings, Captain Marvel. And Red Hood."
Jor looked at Lydia. "Captain, I have finished the adjustments to Flash's harness. There are some other modifications that I would like to make to both of your uniforms, if I may."
A moment later, a small device came out and Jor pressed a button. A hologram of Lydia and Walt's costumes appeared, both in black. Lydia's Captain Marvel symbol was in silver on her chest. "I have modifications in mind that will add a stealth mode to both of your costumes. It will also give you a bit of Kryptonian technology that will help baffle most sensors, since we will be in a hostile zone. Also, I would add sensor technology to both your masks that will allow you to scan for energy signals associated with Lantern rings. I realize that you can change the composition of your uniform, but I would strictly add this technology for this mission alone, though you could keep it, if you wish."
He looked over to Lydia and lowered his voice. "I would prefer not to give the technology to Walter's companion and I don't plan to. But I believe that since we are going into a universe that harbored invaders, the least we can do is make it hard for them to sense our presence. I believe your brother would approve of the precautions, if nothing else. I know that he would not approve of the incursion, but I will not speak of it to anyone."
Post by Helen Danvers on Mar 7, 2016 14:49:35 GMT -6
Lydia hugged Walt back before letting him go reluctantly. She didn't really want to leave him with Hood, but she couldn't really stop him either. She looked at Hood as she took a few steps backward, the two of them having come to some uneasy agreement. She still wondered why Walt wanted him along, but she wouldn't question him about it right now. It was too late. After a moment she turned back around and walked over just as Jor landed. She smiled at him softly and nodded at his new costume.
"Nice, Superboy, Very nice." she plucked at his cape, watching it waft a bit. She, personally didn't like capes, they felt weird to her. But something about Jor wearing a cape looked right. He really did look like a superboy then. She took a few moments more to admire it before Walt and the Red Hood finally came to join them. Upon seeing the proposed changes to her and Walt's costumes, Lydia smiled wider. She had no idea what they'd encounter over there, and this would help immensely. They were, after all, going behind enemy lines as it were. And if they were caught, well, that would cause all sorts of problems, not the least of which would be another possible war breaking out. She was going to have to remember everything she'd learned from James and Phil, both from observing and being directly taught. This was not a simple rescue mission. This needed to be covert.
"That...is a brilliant idea. Thanks." Lydia said, already changing her outfit to match the hologram. She leaned in close and whispered as low as she dared, knowing that Jor had super hearing and would have no problem understanding her. "I agree, and I think he probably has his own ways to baffle sensors as it were. If he doesn't...well...is there any way you can make it last only the length of this incursion? Because you're right, my brother would want every precaution taken. I believe the term is 'Cover your ass' for the bigger picture." She really didn't want to give a known criminal free access to technology that would make his job that much easier. He was getting paid, which she would have to ask Walt later where the heck he was getting the funds, but he could go buy something similar. She really didn't want to just hand it over.
"Well," she said louder, pulling away from Jor. "I think everyone is ready to get this show on the road."
Post by Owen Merlowe on Mar 8, 2016 13:21:10 GMT -6
The Flash had mentioned something about wanting a word with Owen. He looked over at Lydia and the newly arrived Superboy and not for the first time, Owen wondered what the hell he was doing this for. He was in the company of people who could rip him apart and they weren't even on the same side as him. Anyone else he interacted with would have called him an idiot. Red Hood couldn't say he didn't feel like one currently. At least two of these people would put him in Blackgate if they could. Or somewhere worse.
"Back in a minute, kids. Uncle Red Hood has to talk to his sidekick."
Then came the speech. Owen met Flash's gaze and listened. There was no way he could have known the real reason that Red Hood was involved. Was there? Old paranoia flared up. The kid was being genuine. He had to give him that much. Maybe the world hadn't beaten too much of his dreams out of him yet. That would come with age. Though living in Gotham tended to do that early to people.
The respect and gratitude thing was fine. As long as the checks kept coming Owen would be content. He needed the money to do other, more important things. Red Hood had great works to pay for and trust for his brother to continue refilling. But the concept of having a speedster on his side got the wheels turning. The things he could do with that. He started making a mental list. Then Red Hood looked down at the hand, like it was some foreign object. He took it and shook it quickly, nodding.
"Okay. Enough with the Hallmark moments. I'm going to charge you extra for shit like this, if it's going to be a thing." Red Hood pointed over at Lydia and Superboy. "It looks like the good Captain is ready to go. Let's move. We're burning daylight."
Post by Walter West on Mar 8, 2016 14:19:56 GMT -6
Walt took the quip and the handshake (which were both about what he expected) with a friendly smirk.
As Owen walked away, Walt felt the old energy flare inside him, and he knew that he was ready. His body and his mind reached that familiar channel, and everything felt calm. Slow. Which, as it always did, made him impatient. And that fire, that burning to move, and move fast- that was what made him strong.
In the next millisecond, he was up in the Tower above the group. In Marty's room, he spent a full second reclaiming something, holding it in his hands just long enough to ponder if it was worth taking. Deciding it was, he stashed it in one of the compartments of his modified suit. Then, he looked around the room. Marty's room. It was the only time he'd been in here since Marty was lost.
Walt took a breath.
Then he was back on solid ground with the rest of the group. With a dead-set grin, he positioned himself in the middle of the group's members, clenching his fists and beginning to vibrate.
The machine on his chest began to emit a tone which grew in pitch until it plateaued at a steady shriek.
"This is it, everybody! Brave new world, and whatnot." Walt snatched Lydia's hand and flashed her a classic Walt grin. He squeezed her hand, hard.
"Jor? You pack snacks? Kidding, I know you did." With that, Walt clapped a hand on Jor's back with a reassuring smile and nod. Then he turned his attention to the Hood.
"No takesies-backsies!" Locking eyes with Owen just a half-second before the machine burst forth with the wave they'd ride to the next dimension, Walt whipped around the Red Hood, still holding hands with his two fellow Titans, engulfing the Hood in the center of their ring.
As Walt reached the proper frequency and the lights and sounds around them reached their boiling point, he whispered the words he'd adopted as a mantra over the last few weeks.
"I'm coming for ya, buddy." Then the noise from the machine flatlined abruptly.
The field beneath the Tower was empty, and showed no sign of any recent presence. The Titans (and the Hood) were gone.
Post by Marty Jordan on Mar 15, 2016 0:57:46 GMT -6
Nine Days Ago, Doppelganger Universe.
The tunnel of light surrounded Marty as he fell away from his own universe. A few moments later, he smashed into a pile of trash cans and managed to pick himself up. He'd flown into the portal with the intention of destroying it, wielding two rings. His own, powered by the emerald light of Will and his doppelganger's powered by the yellow light of fear. He'd managed to use both rings to generate a pulse and collapse the portal, but the problem was that Marty was too close to the portal and now he was sealed on the other side. If Jor and that Olly guy were to be believed, the pulse shut not one but all the portals behind him, sealing off this universe from all the others.
It hadn't been Marty's intent to trap himself here, but if it meant that these people would never lay hands on Lydia and the others he cared about, then Marty was content. He'd find a way to survive here in this strange place. He looked down to his Lantern ring. "Ring, scan for Green Lantern energy signatures."
After a moment, the ring chimed. "No signatures detected sector wide."
"Expand scan. All 3600 sectors and Sector Zero"
"Results negative. No Green Lantern signatures detected within this universe."
Marty's emerald aura flickered and he willed his a query into the ring. He knew the power level was low when he flew into the portal. But with no lantern signatures detected, that meant there was no way to charge it in this universe. "Ring approaching 0.0%" His emerald aura faded and his uniform melted away, replaced instead by his double's Sinestro Corps Uniform and a yellow aura of fear. Well, that wasn't the best, but at least Marty could use the ring to a point. It was close enough to his own.
His double kept the ring's battery tethered to it invisibly. That was something that Marty would have to remember. He willed the Yellow battery into existence. Marty didn't want to recharge the ring, but it was now the only working weapon he had in this world. He'd have to make due with it. His ring touched the battery with a soft click and he was bathed in the sulfurous light of its energies. Marty didn't bother reciting the Oath, since he had no desire to pledge himself to Sinestro.
A pulse of energy hit Marty in the back and he dropped like a sack of rocks. The battery and the ring faded from sight, as Red Robin stepped from the shadows, holding a ray gun of some sort. Red Robin reached up and touched the side of his cowl. "It worked just like you thought it would, Batwoman. The ray punched through his shields. We've got one of the stragglers from Captain Marvel's Terror Titans. This one looks like the former Green Lantern." He turned Marty over with a foot. "It looks like the ring and battery are gone. Hopefully, they faded back into the antimatter universe. I'll bring him to the facility for containment." A muffled response clicked back. "I agree. We need to find out how many of that little psycho's team escaped back here. I'll be bringing him in now. Should be back in a few minutes. Prep a cell."
As the multiverse rushed by the bubble of energy around them, Jor took cursory readings with a device from the small bag he carried with him. The bubble seemed stable and the vibrations were guiding them to the proper universe. Light of all colors flashed around them along with pictures of various Earths as they passed close by. Jor turned and scanned the harness and Flash as well, making sure his technology as well as the very human power source keeping them going was still functional. Jor wasn't thrilled about the addition of an extra person.
The field had to be re-calibrated and it put extra strain on Walter before there had to be. Marty was obviously going to put strain on Walter, but Jor and he had decided the strain would be worth it on the return trip. Pushing himself like this to get there and then adding two extra people on the way back... Well, Jor was concerned for Flash's safety. He wasn't entirely sure what the negative side effects would be drawing on Walt's speed force reserves like this would be. The Kryptonian scientist had studied enough about the doppelgangers to determine that this world had a speed force of some kind, but he didn't know if Walter would be compatible with it or if he'd just be limited to the reserves in his body once they arrived.
If that was the case, well, this was going to be an interesting trip. Since, Jor's hands were on both Lydia and Walt's gloves, he allowed a small expulsion of energy, as he made the minor adjustments to their costumes that he spoke of earlier. He added the Kryptonian tech to them both and gave Walt's suit a stealth mode. Once the bubble finally slipped out of the space between universes and arrived Jor looked to Walt and the others. "Captain, Red Hood, please secure the area for a moment. I need to do some quick checks."
Jor tapped a few buttons on the harness Flash wore. He needed to be sure that the device still functioned within normal parameters. Especially since it was their way home. "The harness is still operational and functioning within tolerances. Flash, you are physically fine, but please don't exert yourself until I can check you. Those side effects, we spoke about. I just need to make sure that you are well enough to travel. This will otherwise, be a very short trip." He pulled out various devices and ran some quick scans of Walt. "How are you feeling? Does your body feel like you are attuning to the speed force of this world? I know we were unsure of this when we planned it."
Post by Helen Danvers on Apr 23, 2016 2:00:48 GMT -6
Seeing the hint of the old Walt start to come out made Lydia crack a small smile as he ran around. She didn't ask or have to wonder where he ran to in the tower before getting ready to leave. She knew. She avoided it like he did ever since, but now they were going to fix that. She squeezed his hand back when he took it, attempting not to squeeze it back as hard as she could. In that moment, she was nervous. More nervous than she had ever been. They were going to get Marty back, of course. But what condition would they find him in?
"Oh I'm sure he has a compartment of snacks just for you, Flash." Lydia's smile got wider, if a bit wobbly. Then, they were no longer in their dimension and Lydia audibly gasped at first the feeling and then everything flying by them. She didn't dare let go of Walt's hand, only to fly off out of their little bubble to somewhere unknown. They already had to rescue one person that way. She wasn't about to let it be two. Still, though, even with how fast they were going, she could see glimpses of other dimensions, other worlds.
When they landed, it was all too soon and yet not soon enough. Quickly looking around to see if anyone noted their arrival, Lydia though how eerily similar everything seemed. She supposed it made sense; both dimensions had been similar at least on the surface. but it was everything important, at least to her, that was different. She looked at Red Hood for a moment before beginning to float up.
"I suppose I don't have to say this, but I'm going to anyway. I'll be up there," she pointed toward the sky. "Signal if you see anything weird...well..weirder than normal for us." Lydia flew up, fighting the urge to just keep an eye on him rather than scan the area.
Post by Owen Merlowe on May 19, 2016 0:32:51 GMT -6
'No takesies-backsies' was the last thing Owen heard before the universe opened up around him and he was thrown into... Well, he didn't know where. The lights and colors were rather amazing, but there were slight glimpses into other worlds that bothered Owen. He saw things that shouldn't be and things he didn't want to be. It was rather discomforting to say the least. He thought he saw a glimpse of Will as Red Hood or maybe Red Robin. There was a glimpse of Dinah with a man in a green hood and mask. He noticed that she looked happy in that universe.
And then they were somewhere else. Owen hated cosmic stuff. The city looked familiar enough to him. New York or Gotham or something close to that. His legs were wobbly and the air tasted metallic. Red Hood wondered if that was just an after effect of the little machine the Cylon in the red and blue suit made to let them take this little jaunt. He looked over at Captain Marvel. Owen shrugged and nodded.
"Yeah. I'll just signal while you powered types go on ahead. Maybe I'll pitch a tent or something here." There was clear sarcasm in his voice. Owen slipped into the shadows as Marvel took to the air. He knew that once Superboy ascertained that Flash wasn't dying, the two of them would be off after this Green Lantern. His costume was less noticeable. Owen wondered if he could just walk into an internet cafe and borrow a terminal. He could probably learn more about this world from it's people and internet, than these kids could flying around, drawing attention to themselves.
"I'll be back in a few minutes. I'm going to practice subtlety and track a lead down. I'll send a signal if I need you."
Post by Walter West on May 19, 2016 16:47:45 GMT -6
Walt stood steady on his feet, trembling deliberately, acclimating to the new universe's frequencies. He watched Lydia rise into the air. He always liked when she drifted up like that, and he smiled. Go get him, Walt thought, and he smiled gently and flicked his hand in a farewell gesture.
Then Jor was on him. Walt held his arms out straight.
"Alright, check-up time? I'm down to a pack a day. No needles, okay? They make me antsy. History of drug use? Well, now, that's a funny story..." He rambled and joked good-naturedly as Jor set about his tests, until Hood spoke up about finding a lead.
"Subtlety! From the man in the Folgers can!" Walt laughed happily. "Be careful. Or don't, whichever works, I don't know how you operate. We'll see you soon." Walt dipped his head in a salute to the mercenary before returning his attention to Jor and lowering his arms.
"How's it lookin', doc? 'M I dying? 'Cause if I'm not, we should probably get going. I've got a certain green ghost to find and a backlog of nicknames to try on him."
As Lydia and Owen took off, Jor smiled. He was happy that they were going to retrieve a friend. The Kryptonian scientist pulled out his scanner and ran the small wand over Flash's body making sure that there was no irreparable damage done by the traveling. The scanner pulsed as it was moved all over Flash, scanning for irregularities.
"You do not smoke, Flash. And though I disapprove of your testing it on yourself for the purpose of interrogating a prisoner, I am aware of your brief one time dabbling with the meta drug. You are still lucky that it did not cause any long term damage to your cells. I cannot say the same for your Red Hooded friend. My scans show several irregularities in him."
Superboy slid the wand back into the scanner and looked at the screen tapping a few icons on the screen. There was a detailed scan of Walter West before him and Jor was rather impressed that his body was still functional after that. "You may need to consume more food than usual, but you will live. It seems your body has burned more calories than usual on this trip. Other than that I show no issues that stand out. I would recommend starting at a few hundred miles an hour and working up, just until you finish acclimating. I am also sure that you will ignore most of this advice, but that is at your discretion."
After looking around, Jor looked at Walt. "Yes, leaving may be prudent. We do stand out a bit in our costumes. We should try and keep up with Captain Marvel. You two should be able to scan for any Lantern signatures. I've adjusted the scanners to work for both Green and Yellow varieties since Green Lantern was in possession of both."