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Silver Slasher (V Xpl Psylocke)* (4/6) I 12
Blok (LE AW Eliot Franklin)** (2/7) - L 17
Polar Boy (R Captain Cold)# - (3/5) I 14
Nemesis Lad (R Jinx) - I 13 @
1. Wildfire will RS to I18 and target both of them. AV 10 vs DV 16 (Jinx) vs DV 14 (Psylocke). Roll is 6, 5. Reroll is 4, 3. Hit on both. 3 damage to Jinx and 1 to Psylocke.
2. Cosmic Boy will TK the HO in Q12 at Psylocke. AV 8 vs DV 13. Roll is 1, 2. Miss. Doh!
(free) Brainy will perplex up Shadow Lasses damage to 3.
3. Shadow Lass attacks Nemesis Lad. AV 8 vs DV 11. Roll is 6, 6. My goodness...I hope I get these rolls in my league games. Jinx takes 4 clicks and is KO'ed.
With a squeeze of his fist, Cosmic Boy twisted the metal post around Silver Slasher to immobilize her. She twisted and struggled in the trap, but couldn’t free herself.
“Calm down,” Cos said gently. “You’ll only make this worse. Really, we won’t hurt you - but we can’t have you out here doing who-knows-what in our name. Who do you work for?”
“We are the mob,” Slasher said, her words filled with a near-religious zeal. “We are the multitude. We are the great host. We are Legion, and we are universality.” So saying, blue lights sparked around her body, and the bodies of the other costumed teens. With a phasing flash, they vanished, the nusteel bindings around Silver Slasher clanging to the ground in her sudden absence.
“Well isn’t that just perfect,” Wildfire grunted. “Tactical ‘porters?”
“Looks like,” Cosmic Boy agreed. “But beyond anything I’ve seen. No residual energy trails, so no way to trace the signal or follow the trail.”
“We’ve got worse to worry about,” came Brainiac 5’s voice. Turning back, they saw that the green-skinned boy-super-genius was on his feet and tapping through another of his omnipresent datapads.
“Brainy?” Shadow Lass asked. “But we thought you were--“
“I faked my incapacitation to provide myself adequate time to study the terrorists and record various aspects of their powers and combat style.”
“What’re you getting at?” Wildfire asked.
“Based on the strategies employed by the attackers, this was likely a feint. It was a way to let us know that they are active, and to distract us from their true objective. Closed-point teleporters are not only impractical in price and size, but are notoriously volatile. These were not of ordinary design, and even my advanced tracing technology was barely able to get more than an energy signature.”
“And…?” Cosmic Boy asked, not for the first time confused as to where the Coluan was going in his techno-babble.
“These terrorists are insanely well-funded and have on-staff an inventive genius the likes of which I’ve not seen outside of…well, of myself. I can certainly trace the teleportational frequency given time, so don’t bother asking. What I cannot do is predict at this early juncture what their next step or ultimate goal will be.”
“Then we head back to Legion World and regroup,” Cosmic Boy said. “Somebody out there is turning our name and our ideals against us, and that will not stand. Let’s head home, guys.”
“Those little sprocks are gonna pay,” Wildfire said as the Legionnaires took flight.