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Posted by Blue Beetle
on 8/21/2008, 6:40 pm, in reply to "Quiet Move Conclusion: Capture "
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The humidity in this place never ceases to amaze and astonish me, I know it’s a cave and everything but still, you think the man would at least possess a Bat Dehumidifier, or a fan, or some Frebreeze.
"Glad you could join us." I look over at Green Arrow standing with an arm around Mari, who rests her head on his shoulder. He looks like he's seen better days; I'm guessing the swelling was a lot worse. Mari smiles a look of concern in her eyes, her clothes are tattered, she doesn't seem as confident as she has; I can imagine losing control of one's powers would do that to you.
"I'm sorry to her about Ms. Case, we'll find her. If they wanted her dead they would have left a body." Such comforting sentiments from the 'World's Greatest Detective'. His voice isn't as harsh as it usually is but it still possesses the edge which makes groan men scream like little girls. He sits near the Bat-Cave's large computer J'onn stands over his shoulder the two are most likely keeping tabs on the OMAC situation.
"Your keepers know you're here?" Ollie prods; he doesn't trust anybody that carries an affiliation of any kind, after all these months I think I can finally understand why.
"They have bigger problems to deal with at this point, between coordinating with S.H.I.E.L.D on crowd control for the OMACs and meeting with United Nations to figure out the next course of action, a man dressed in blue doesn't seem to be a top priority." I say, having only checked in once with the Castle since I left for Chicago, and that was to check on Booster's status.
"The OMAC's won't touch them." J'onn's voice is so foreign, the sound of it echoes in my ears long after he has stopped talking. "They only have one objective, and that is..."
"To rid the world of us.” Bruce stands up and walks towards medical table which has become our unofficial meeting place.
"Exactly, the attacks these last few months have started small, targeting the neophytes, not significant for anyone to notice." J'onn continues, I wonder if he and Bruce are having a side conversation.
"But you did your visions..." Mari stands up a little straighter, taking her head off of Ollie's shoulder.
"Did not help us unfortunately, I was to late, before I could stop the Prime OMAC the virus activation in other sleeper's had already begun. " J'onn's being harder on himself then I have been.
"And now we have a global problem on our hands, it looks like the vipers are ready to strike." Ollie continues he always comes up with the strangest metaphors.
"I've been in touch with Oracle she's contacting the Justice Society and what is left of the X-Men, along with The Titans and the few remaining Avengers and Justice Leaguers, in addition to any other super hero teams that have been active since Luthor went underground. She's letting them know that they are targets and to take the appropriate actions."
"At least someone told others..." Arrow scowls at me a little, after all these years I'm still not sure if he's being serious or sarcastic.
"Thanks for putting that delicately." I chime in, I catch Mari elbow him in the ribs.
"I know the Blue Man Group is the immediate problem but do we have any leads on who's "Bwahahahaing" behind the scenes on this one?" He asks taking a step closer to J'onn, Bruce and I. Mari hangs back I think she still thinks we blame her for what happened.
"I have a guess but it raises an awful lot of questions." I feel bad for even thinking it but the puzzle pieces seem to fit together too well for it not work. "Who remembers Maxwell Lord?"
"No way, that is..." Ollie almost bursts out laughing. "Lord was a schemer but this, we're talking about mass murder when this goes down, he was...."
"Ted's right." Mari looks over at J'onn. "When J'onn helped me back from the edge, I saw something, a face; I think it was Max's."
"I saw it too." J'onn and I had been in the League when Max had been running it; I guess we've come along ways since those days. "It was him."
"He's going to be hard to get to, he's got the OMAC's not to mention the Global Guardians, and they don't seem to be pushovers." I state, remembering Mari and I's tour of the complex where heroes from all over the world were training; looks like Max's was creating a Royal Guard for his new regime.
"So who thinks this is going to end well?"
The time stream flows around Rip Hunter's Time Sphere like a multicolored river, with hues and shades that can only exist in the abstract.
"I think this makes my hips look to big. And this cape, I mean doesn't it look a little...." Michael looks down at the white and blue of the new suit that Rip Hunter had provided for him. With his old costume so badly damaged Rip had informed him of the uselessness of wearing it on the mission they had embarked on.
"No sir, that would be the snack food injected with Trans-fats that you have been consuming over the past several months. The chemicals in the food of the 21st Century have been proven to cause cancer and other ailments which caused their elimination and the subsequent adverse effects to your physique. As for the cape, it makes you look more stoic, more iconic if I may say so." Skeets turn around from looking out the "front" of the time sphere and looks at his companion. The new suit is white, with red highlights running down the outsides of both legs; a blue triangle runs from his shoulders across his chest on which a golden symbol sits.
"You wouldn't have lasted ten minutes against..." Rip speaks looking away from the controls and back to Booster. He has seen countless futures play out each one worst then the next.
"And what is that exactly? The OMACs?" Michael leans on the chair as images and flashes of the past, present and future all stream together like a strange dream outside of the sphere.
"No, something worse then that, something you brought back with you from the future." Rip hits and series of buttons on the console in front of him. "In the 25th century, the virus that Lex Luthor inoculated people with."
"The OMAC virus?" Skeets ask, hoping that Michael is paying attention.
"Yes, the OMAC virus is long dormant in a very high percentage of the population. The virus mutated over the course of time, one of the strains of which you carry, however the other nannites in your bloodstream prevented it from becoming truly active." Rip continues to multitask. "Luthor created a satellite to control the OMAC's a super computer that when activated would run the entire program, giving orders and directing the OMACs, he called it Brother Eye."
On the screen above Rip a hologram appears of the satellite, it looks more like a space station then anything else.
"When you came to this century through my Time Sphere, the dormant virus in your system became active, and uploaded itself into the deactivate Brother Eye, triggering it to come on line and thus reactive the OMACs and their prime directive."
"To eliminate all of the heroes and usher in mankind's golden age." Skeets look at the hologram of the satellite with a great interest. "And here your parents said you would never amount to anything, guess you proved them wrong."
"Not the time Skeets." Michael stares at Rip, he can feel his heart begin to thump louder within his chest, and by coming back here he had brought about a Crisis that he could hardly fathom.
"Which is why we have to stop it, it's already started to align everything as you saw on the newscast if things continue to go this way..." The Time Sphere begins to slow down, or at least it feels that way to the occupants within it.
"What do I have to do?" Micheal's voice is stern as both the reflections of he and Rip can be seen in Skeet's visor.
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