This Game

Individual

[22] U Or Blue Beetle; 5-IXP, 2-IAP
[19] V CD Fire; 4-IXP, 3-IAP
[9] E Or Mr. Miracle; 2-IXP, 1-IAP
[5] R Aztek; 1-IXP, 1-IAP

KO's

Cult Leader (E SI Mole Man) - 50
Acrobatic Cultist (E Speedball) - 77
Ninja Cultist (V Ex Daredevil) - 57
Throwing Knife Cultist (V Jubilee) - 51
Dexterous Cultist (E Bug) - 44
Shadowy Cultist (R HoT Hand Ninja) - 38
Dark Cultist (R HoT Hand Ninja) - 38
Sword Cultist (R Ex Hand Ninja [sword]) - 11

Total: 366

366 x 0.25 = 92-TAP = 23-TXP, 0-TAP

Totals for this game

U Or Blue Beetle; 5-IXP, 2-IAP
V CD Fire; 4-IXP, 3-IAP
E Or Mr. Miracle; 2-IXP, 1-IAP
R Aztek; 1-IXP, 1-IAP

Team: 36-TXP, 3-TAP

Old Team Totals

U Blue Beetle (OR) 83 pts, 4-IXP, 3-IAP
V Booster Gold (OR) 80 pts, 17-IXP, 1-IAP
U Flash (JL) 114 pts, 23-IXP, 2-IAP
V Green Lantern (JL) 133 pts, 9-IXP, 2-IAP
LE Captain Atom 161 pts, 6-IXP, 1-IAP
V Elongated Man 75 pts, 11-IXP, 1-IAP
V Fire 60 pts, 3-TXP, 3-TAP
V Ice 60 pts, 2-IXP, 3-IAP
V Vixen 44 pts; 7-IXP, 3-IAP
V Rocket Red 58 pts; 22-IXP, 2-IAP
E Mr. Miracle 98 pts; 0-IXP, 2-IAP
R Big Barda 55 pts; 12-IXP, 0-IAP
R Mary Marvel 99 pts; 26-IXP, 2-IAP
E Dr. Light (JL) 67 pts; 8-IXP, 2-IAP
R Aztek 127 pts; 5-IXP, 3-IAP

Team: 265-TXP, 0-TAP

New Team Totals

U Blue Beetle (OR) 83 pts, 10-IXP, 1-IAP
V Booster Gold (OR) 80 pts, 17-IXP, 1-IAP
U Flash (JL) 114 pts, 23-IXP, 2-IAP
V Green Lantern (JL) 133 pts, 9-IXP, 2-IAP
LE Captain Atom 161 pts, 6-IXP, 1-IAP
V Elongated Man 75 pts, 11-IXP, 1-IAP
V Fire 60 pts, 8-TXP, 2-TAP
V Ice 60 pts, 2-IXP, 3-IAP
V Vixen 44 pts; 7-IXP, 3-IAP
V Rocket Red 58 pts; 22-IXP, 2-IAP
E Mr. Miracle 98 pts; 2-IXP, 3-IAP
R Big Barda 55 pts; 12-IXP, 0-IAP
R Mary Marvel 99 pts; 26-IXP, 2-IAP
E Dr. Light (JL) 67 pts; 8-IXP, 2-IAP
R Aztek 127 pts; 7-IXP, 0-IAP

Team: 301-TXP, 3-TAP

End Post:

Blue Beetle blew the smoke away from his wrist-mounted solar cannons - the new, improved ‘B.B. Guns’ his armor made for him from his mental schematics having effectively bludgeoned the last cultist into unconsciousness. Handy thing, this ancient scarab armor. Why didn’t Dan Garret ever try something more advanced than full-body chainmail and a domino mask? He breathed heavily, his armor providing him medical readouts that confirmed what he already knew - he was exhausted and in a lot of pain.

“Gah,” he breathed out. “I forgot to not let them hit me. Again. I’m always forgetting that. The hitting them part I always remember, but never with the dodging…”

Mr. Miracle looked quizzically at the unconscious man at his feet then up at Beetle with a pleasant smile.

“Well played, cohort,” he chirped. “We’re quite the effective unit, even without the rest of the squadron.”

“You… okay, man?” Beetle asked, patting his strange friend’s shoulder. “You’re going a little…”

Miracle just smiled vacantly.

“Nah,” Beetle shook his head. “Same old Scott. Hey, everybody else alright?”

“Cabrão!” Fire shouted as she picked herself off the ground. “Next time you chatas invite me to fight crime when I’m drunk, remind me to say no.”

“You invited yourself, remember?” Beetle said, helping her up.

“Oh, vai para o carago,” she grinned, dusting herself off and wincing as pain shot up her arm. “Crl! I think I maybe broke something.”

“Nah, it’s just a huge open wound,” Mr. Miracle offered. “It probably just feels broken because of how bad a wound it is. Yeah, you should probably get that looked at. By a professional.”

Beetle turned his head away while Fire screamed and saw Aztek still unmoving on the ground. He ran to his side and tried to find out if his suit could scan for lifesigns before realizing he could just check the guy’s pulse himself.

“Agh,” he gasped, coughing as he woke up. He seemed to notice Blue Beetle leaning over him as his head cleared. “The ritual… did we…?”

“Yeah, they’re done. And we got the cultists, too. No escapees - they’re all accounted for.”

“Good. Gracias,” he winced, coughing again. He thumbed a button in his palm and a soft glow began to emanate from his armor. The cracks and breaks in the armor seemed to heal themselves, and presumably his skin was doing the same underneath because he seemed to regain his vitality in a short amount of time.

“You okay, man?” Beetle asked as Aztek sat up.

“Si, I am well. I am sorry I was not able to see my own mission through, but thank you for making sure we won anyway.”

“Yeah, hey-- no problem, guy. Happy to help. But what was all this about, anyway? You never told us why we were even here?”

“You really wish to know?”

“Well, yeah. Sure. I mean, it seemed really important to you and all, so I figure it had to be something, right?”

“Do you want the full answer or the summary?”

“Uh, probably the summary. I’m not one for attention span this late at night.”

“The end of the world is coming,” Aztek said, a look on his face too serious for Beetle to joke. “It was to be my job to stop it, but it is coming earlier than anticipated. I have begun having the dreams; Tezcatlipoca is returning. Quetzalcoatl has fallen.”

“That’s…” Beetle said, his mouth moving as he worked over the thought. “That’s a lot of syllables there, man. Yow.”

“Teka,” Fire said coming over and pouting, rubbing her designer-booted toe against the ground as she turned back and forth. “My arm is all hurty. Would you please make it better for me, sangue bom?”

“Si, of course,” he said, getting to his feet and laying his hand on her arm.

“So, hey,” Beetle said. “Not that I’m trying to break up this moment or anything, but there was something back there just a sec ago about, y’know, the end of the world? And some evil Teskat Lipoka guy?”

“Tezcatlipoca,” Aztek nodded. “And do not use his name carelessly, or you draw his gaze to you. In the times when he ruled the world, we named him Titlacauan, Ipalnemoani, or Necoc Yaotl. He was possessor of sky and earth. But he was eventually defeated by his brother, Quetzalcoatl, and fell to the sky and the darkness. The calendar has turned early; he is returned and Quetzalcoatl is fallen. Or he will. It is beyond my ability to know yet, but my role as Uno is to stop him from destroying all that is and remaking the world again as he has before.”

“Uhhhh… yeah,” Beetle gaped. “Not much of that made sense, and some of it seemed impossible.”

“I thought your name was Uno, Uno,” Fire smiled, batting her lashes at the young man sending warmth and healing through her arm.

“It is my name and my station. I am Uno. The One. I was born and bred for this task. It was why the armor of Aztek chose me. It was why I joined your team.”

“Because of Triscuit Lipton?” Beetle asked.

“Because the world will end unless I prevent it. And since facing Tezcatlipoca in open battle is suicide, I must prevent his ever entering this world. That is what these men were trying to do, and that is why I had to come here tonight.”

“Glad we could help, then. Sounds like it would have sucked if we failed.”

“We have not yet won,” Aztek said, deeply serious. “Necoc Yaotl will not cease until he has won. It will likely take my life to prevent his return. And if I fail when the time is come, then you have no concept of the sucking that will take place. There will be sucking such as you have never witnessed. In the history of suck, there has never--“

“That’s okay, gatão,” Fire smiled sweetly, patting his shoulder. “You haven’t quite gotten the American slang yet. It will come in time. If you’d like, I could help it come for you when we--“

“HO-kay!” Beetle interrupted loudly. “I think we’re done here. Let’s round this lot up and drop them off… somewhere. Police? We could probably get them on a trespassing charge-- not a lot of laws on the books for attempted summoning of dark gods. Yo, Scott - you ready?”

“Whu?” Miracle asked, turning and looking at them. He seemed to have been staring off at nothing.

“Wow, man. You must have taken a bump to the noggin we didn’t see. Let’s get everybody home and call this a night, yeah? Justice League-- out!”

They gathered up the men and brought them to a local police precinct, and after taking too long filing the charges they eventually returned to the Embassy and their beds.

But Uno still couldn’t sleep. Whenever his eyes closed, he saw the face of the great jaguar staring into his soul. It was coming, and he could only pray he would be ready.

The End.