Clear.

Chronos will use his "Self-PC" power where applicable.

JSA: [4]

[2]R Or Hawkman 59 (6/7) L-14
R Wildcat 54 (5/7)G-8@
R Star Spangled Kid 40 M-15 @
[2]R Mr. Terrific 58 (2/5) M-12
E Hawkgirl 39 N-13

Total: 250

Vs.

Time Council of Crime:

Chronos 77 (3/6)M10-M11
Abra Kadabra 100 (4/7)H8
The Lord of Time (V Deathlok) (7/7) 72 L2

Total: 249

HO:A-7, M12, N12
LO: D-13, M-16 , N13


Map: Marvel 4

"A little Help please Kendra." asks a wounded Mr Terrific.

"No Problem!" she responds as Hawkgirl Charges into the battle he Nth Metal Mace disrupting Chronos attempts to manipulate the time stream

"RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!" is all that comes from Hawkman as he unleashes a flurry of blows on the Magician who is unable to fool the enraged warrior.

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1) HAwkgirl charges to L-11 swings on Chronos rolls a 7 (3,4) hits PC'ed to a 7(6,1) supersense is a 1
2) Hawkman will flurry shape change is 1 roll one is an 11 (5,6) hits for 3, roll 2 is a 9 which kadabra would PC into a 7 which misses the 17 so MR T will PC into a 10 which hits for 3 more and the Ko
JSA: [12]

[8]R Or Hawkman 59 (6/7) L-14@
R Wildcat 54 (5/7)G-8
R Star Spangled Kid 40 M-15
[2]R Mr. Terrific 58 (2/5) M-12
[2]E Hawkgirl 39 L-11@

Total: 250

Vs.

Time Council of Crime:

Chronos 77 (1/6)M10-M11
Abra Kadabra 100 (0/7)KO'ed
The Lord of Time (V Deathlok) (7/7) 72 L2

Total: 249

HO:A-7, M12, N12
LO: D-13, M-16 , N13


Map: Marvel 4

"Kadabra's down!" yelped Chronos trying to right his Time Platform.

The vessel sparked tilted dangerous after the blow from Hawkgirl's Mace. He frantically pressed button after button, and a rainbow of deadly beams eruppted from the turrets, but all of them failed to find a target.

"I'm surrounded by Incompetents," growled the Lord of Time stepping forward and taking another shot, barely missing the winged warrior.

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1) Chronos vs. Hawkgirl (4+10) Mr. T PCs (1+3) Chronos PCs (3+3) misses.

2) Lord of Time Running Shots to L4 vs. Hawkman (3+5=8) misses due to hindering.

JSA: [12]

[8]R Or Hawkman 59 (6/7) L-14@
R Wildcat 54 (5/7)G-8
R Star Spangled Kid 40 M-15
[2]R Mr. Terrific 58 (2/5) M-12
[2]E Hawkgirl 39 L-11@

Total: 250

Vs.

Time Council of Crime:

Chronos 77 (1/6)M10-M11 @
Abra Kadabra 100 (0/7)KO'ed
The Lord of Time (V Deathlok) (7/7) 72 L4 @

Total: 249

HO:A-7, M12, N12
LO: D-13, M-16 , N13


Map: Marvel 4

Battered but not out of it Mr Terrific takes a swing at Chronos but is unable to connect

"I am not to hang around here to be shot at!" Comments Hawkman "Hang on Ted" as picks up wildcat and moves closer to the Lord of time...

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1) Mr t Swings rolls a crit miss which he pc's into a 7 miss
2) Hawkman picks up Wildcat and pushes to fly to K-5 Wildcat in K-4
JSA: [12]

[8]R Or Hawkman 59 (5/7) K-5@@
R Wildcat 54 (5/7)G-8
R Star Spangled Kid 40 M-15
[2]R Mr. Terrific 58 (2/5) M-12@
[2]E Hawkgirl 39 L-11

Total: 250

Vs.

Time Council of Crime:

Chronos 77 (1/6)M10-M11 @
Abra Kadabra 100 (0/7)KO'ed
The Lord of Time (V Deathlok) (7/7) 72 L4 @

Total: 249

HO:A-7, M12, N12
LO: D-13, M-16 , N13


Map: Marvel 4

"Get these cretins away from me!" shrieked the Lord of Time, struggling to get away.

"Little busy here!" whined Chronos, frantically pushing any button he could on his dias.

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1) Lord of time pushes to running shot breakaway (1). uh-oh


Chronos will continue to self-PC any attacks.

JSA: [12]

[8]R Or Hawkman 59 (5/7) K-5@@
R Wildcat 54 (5/7)G-8
R Star Spangled Kid 40 M-15
[2]R Mr. Terrific 58 (2/5) M-12@
[2]E Hawkgirl 39 L-11

Total: 250

Vs.

Time Council of Crime:

Chronos 77 (1/6)M10-M11
Abra Kadabra 100 (0/7)KO'ed
The Lord of Time (V Deathlok) (6/7) 72 L4 @@

Total: 249

HO:A-7, M12, N12
LO: D-13, M-16 , N13


Map: Marvel 4

Quick post - added the point for Hawkamans KO

1) Hawkgirl swings on chronos rolls an 11, pced to 7 pced to a 6 miss
2) Wildcat swings on the timelord 10 vs 17 rolls another 11 hits for 3 -1


JSA: [16]

[10]R Or Hawkman 59 (5/7) K-5
[2]R Wildcat 54 (5/7)G-8@
R Star Spangled Kid 40 M-15
[2]R Mr. Terrific 58 (2/5) M-12
[2]E Hawkgirl 39 L-11@

Total: 250

Vs.

Time Council of Crime:

Chronos 77 (1/6)M10-M11
Abra Kadabra 100 (0/7)KO'ed
The Lord of Time (V Deathlok) (4/7) 72 L4 @@

Total: 249

HO:A-7, M12, N12
LO: D-13, M-16 , N13


Map: Marvel 4

how many points is a KO again nevermind 2 additional

Chronos finally seemed to hit the right combination of buttons as a beam of energy lashed out at Hawkgirl.

Kendra suddenly felt strange as a wave of fatigue washed over her.

"Chronal Transferrence Initialised" chimed the console.

Chronos suddenly seemed to perk up, just as Kendra weakened.

"Oh, Hell no!" cried Mr. Terrific, sending a T-Sphere in to disrupt the beam.

The mechanical orb dived directly into the path of the beam.

"Chonal Interruption. Error." stated the platform.

The orb began to shudder an spark, and an instant later exploded, sending Hawkgirl flying but free of the beam's influence.

Kendra Saunders, now 18 months older than she was a second ago, tried to regain her bearings.

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1) Chronos attacks Hawkgirl (6+4=10) Mr. Terrific PCs (6+6=12). Kendra takes 2 and is knocked back to J11. Chronos gains 1 click from Steal Energy.


JSA: [16]

[10]R Or Hawkman 59 (5/7) K-5
[2]R Wildcat 54 (5/7)G-8@
R Star Spangled Kid 40 M-15
[2]R Mr. Terrific 58 (2/5) M-12
[2]E Hawkgirl 39 (4/6) L-11@

Total: 250

Vs.

Time Council of Crime:

Chronos 77 (2/6)M10-M11 @
Abra Kadabra 100 (0/7)KO'ed
The Lord of Time (V Deathlok) (4/7) 72 L4

Total: 249

HO:A-7, M12, N12
LO: D-13, M-16 , N13


Map: Marvel 4

"Enough of this" says Terrific as he punches through the temporal distortion to finally put their opponent down for the count. "Kendra are you OK??

"Fine,I feel a little older, but I'll be alright. Lets get this over with."

"Carter take him down but lets not take him out maybe if we get him back to Rip he can answer some questions for us.." directs MR T into the commincator.

"I'll Try..." Responds Hawkman. " Ted time for rope a dope.

Hawkman connects with strike knocking the Lord of time off balance and waiting for a follow up from Wildcat....

1) Mr T Swings on Chronos rolls 4(1,3), he pc's it to a 9 (5,4) Chronos PC's to an 8 (5,3) hits for 2 and the KO (the steal energy helped me that time - Lower Def)
2) Hawkman swings at the Lord of time9 vs 16 rolls a 7 (3,4) hits for 3 -1 after toughness

JSA: [22]

[12]R Or Hawkman 59 (5/7) K-5@
[2]R Wildcat 54 (4/7)k-4
R Star Spangled Kid 40 M-15
[6]R Mr. Terrific 58 (2/5) M-12@
[2]E Hawkgirl 39 (4/6) L-11

Total: 250

Vs.

Time Council of Crime:

Chronos 77 (0/6)ko'ed
Abra Kadabra 100 (0/7)KO'ed
The Lord of Time (V Deathlok) (2/7) 72 L4

Total: 249

HO:A-7, M12, N12
LO: D-13, M-16 , N13


Map: Marvel 4

"Well, it looks like it's time for me to make my exit. See you in the history books, fools!"

The Lord of Time entered a sequence on the keypad inside the right arm of his armor. There was a whirring sound and then a large clunk.

The Lord of Time looked around nervously.

"Arrgh! Stupid #*#$#@*$ 53rd Century technology!"

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1) Lord of Time breakaway (2) fails

JSA: [22]

[12]R Or Hawkman 59 (5/7) K-5@
[2]R Wildcat 54 (4/7)k-4
R Star Spangled Kid 40 M-15
[6]R Mr. Terrific 58 (2/5) M-12@
[2]E Hawkgirl 39 (4/6) L-11

Total: 250

Vs.

Time Council of Crime:

Chronos 77 (0/6)ko'ed
Abra Kadabra 100 (0/7)KO'ed
The Lord of Time (V Deathlok) (2/7) 72 L4 @

Total: 249

HO:A-7, M12, N12
LO: D-13, M-16 , N13


Map: Marvel 4

"Not so FAST buddy boy!" Declares Wildcat as he throws a series of punches destroying the Lord of Time's device causing a small explosion that knocks him to the ground and knocks him out.

"DAMN I wanted to question him" Says Terrific

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1) Wildcat for the capture 9 vs 15+4 he rolls 9 which hits and KO's but does not capture

JSA: [27]

[12]R Or Hawkman 59 (5/7) K-5
[7]R Wildcat 54 (5/7)k-4@
R Star Spangled Kid 40 M-15
[6]R Mr. Terrific 58 (2/5) M-12
[2]E Hawkgirl 39 (4/6) L-11

Total: 250

Vs.

Time Council of Crime:

Chronos 77 (0/6)ko'ed
Abra Kadabra 100 (0/7)KO'ed
The Lord of Time (V Deathlok) (0/7) KO'ed

Total: 249

HO:A-7, M12, N12
LO: D-13, M-16 , N13


Map: Marvel 4

The Lord of Time slumped to the ground, joining his cohorts in unconsciousness.

“Ok,” said the Star-Spangled Kid, “that was supremely weird.”

“Wildcat,” said Hawkman, “find some way to secure them. Terrific, get back to Degaton’s device. Let’s see if we can’t get out of here before anyone else shows up.”

“Wait, you’re not thinking of taking these guys with us?” said Hawkgirl incredulously.

“What choice do we have? Do I leave them stranded here? Do we let them go free to attack someone or somewhen else? There aren’t any authorities here to turn them over to.”

“There’s us,” said a voice.

Where no one was an instant ago, stood four figures. The speaker was the same golden individual with the fiery hair that had appeared before the fight. Next to him stood a man of the same height and extremely similar facial features, but who was at the same time totally human with blond hair. Behind them stood a blond woman and an older, sullen man.

Teriffic looked at them.

“You’re the guy who just saved us. They called you Waverider right?”

“I did?” said Waverider quizzically.

The blond man beside him punched a series of keys on a small handheld device.

“They’re right,” he said, ”looks like you’ll have to jump back in a few hours and do the honours.”

“Could this get any more freaky?” said Courtney.

“Can someone please tell us what the heck is going on here?” growled Wildcat.

“Sorry, we’re the Linear Men, “ grinned the blond man, “ think of us as Time Cops if you like.”

“‘Time Cops’?”

“Yeah, we police the timestream and try to keep everything in place.”

“How do you mean?” asked Hawkman

“Well, time travel’s very tricky,” said Waverider, “If you start altering or deviating from history, at best you spawn alternate timelines, at worst you threaten the whole fabric of existence. People like these three who try and twist Time for their own gain, or amateurs like yourself, could end up doing irreparable harm to the way things should be. We’re here to prevent that kind of damage.”

“And a fine job we’re doing, too,’ said the older man sarcastically.

“Rip?” said Terrific incredulously.

The older man glared at him.

“You know this guy, Hunter?” asked the woman.

“Sorry guy,” you got me confused with someone else.

“But you’re Rip Hunter. We just left your lab. Except you were about twenty years younger.”

“I said you’re mistaken,” said Hunter pointedly.

“But…”

“You may know A Rip Hunter, but it wasn’t me. My whole timeline was wiped out in the great Chronal Disaster. No one I know is left.”

Mr. Terrific blinked in shock.

“As you can see,” said the woman, “the stakes of Time Travel are high. Which is why we need to move you to where you need to go before the Trapper finds you.”

“Wait, this doesn’t make a lot of sense,” started Terrific, “Who’s the ….”

But he was cut off as Waverider raised a hand and the Justice Society disappeared completely from Vanishing Point.

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[Interlude: the Present]

“Like this?”

“No, you’ll need to rotate it three millimeters or so to the left.”

“Got it.”

Jack Knight very carefully turned the knob of the control, while peering through the viewscreen. Deep inside the circuitry of the cosmic rod, micro machinery moved a miniscule pin into place.

“By George, I think you did get it,” beamed Ted Knight proudly.

“’By George’?” quizzed his son jokingly.

“Give an old fart a break here, will you?”

“OK Dad, what’s next?”

“Well, we’ll have to run diagnostics over the next two hours.”

“Sounds good to me, I’m getting tired of just barely turning dials. I honestly don’t know how you built this thing in the 40’s without precision machinery.”

Father and son, walked over to the opposite workbench, Jack stretching his fingers, trying to loosen them up.

“Well, it wasn’t the most reliable thing in the world,” said Ted, ”I remember one time it cut out in mid-flight over the Atlantic and Carter had to drag me 50 miles to the nearest aircraft carrier.”

“That must have been a real laugh, having a ticked off Hawkman gripe at you for an hour.”

“Well Carter had a bit of a softer touch in those days, but yeah, I don’t think he was too impressed.”

Jack Knight smiled at his father.

“You know Dad, these last few weeks have been pretty cool.”

“What do you mean, son?”

“This. Working with you on the Rod, sharing stories. I hate to say it but I’ve really enjoyed it.”

“Well I’m glad you have Jack, but let’s keep in mind this in important work we’re doing.

“Of course, but…”

“After all we need to get you back out in the field so you can…”

Jack’s smile dropped away.

“Oh great, here we go again.”

“What?”

“You’re going to lecture me again about my ‘responsibilities’.”

“I don’t lecture Jack. But there’s nothing wrong with pointing out that as Starman you have a Legacy to…”

“Geez Dad,” said Jack, throwing up his arms, ”I thought we were past this garbage. I’m doing this ‘Starman’ thing for now but this isn’t my life.”

“And what is your life? The shop? Hanging out? You’re made for bigger things than this!”

“Am I? This isn’t my dream, Dad. It’s yours. I never wanted any of this.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you need…”

“And despite that,” continued Jack, not letting his father interrupt, “ Despite that, I’ve gone out and done it. I’ve been Starman these past two years and still, here we are and you’re still giving me grief.”

“Jack, you’re being childish”

“No, Dad you’re the one acting like the spoiled brat. I want to live my own life, not yours. You think this Rod and this precious Legacy are all that there is, but I don’t.”

Jack sighed in frustration.

“Here I thought we were having this great bonding experience, and we’re just back to square one.”

“Jack!

“Forget it! I’m going back to the shop, you can sit here and play with your old man toys ‘til you rot for all I care.”

Jack grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the lab, slamming the door behind him.

Ted Knight shook his head disapprovingly.

“That boy will be the death of me…”

The elder Knight turned his attention back to the instrumentation monitoring the rod’s calibration.

The rod truly was a marvel, and he and Jack were going to make it better than it ever had been. If only he could get Jack to see that his whole life’s work was tied up in this, how important it was that…

Ted was pulled out of his revere by the sounds of movement from the interior lab.

“Jack?” he said, almost instinctively.

His response was an inhuman giggle

“heuhuahahahauahueh…”

“Who’s there?”

Ted looked at the security panel on the wall. There was no indication of entry, but the sounds from the next room told him better. He heard a low-pitched whine and knew instantly what it was.

“Grundy!” he croaked.

The status grid that Solomon Grundy was stored in was being depowered. The creature, captured recently by the JSA, was only held in check by the Apokolyptian technology they had confiscated from Intergang.

“Please, whoever you are, you don’t know what you’re doing…”

Ted rushed into the secondary lab, only to find it shrouded in darkness.

“HeuhuhHahaHeuuh…”

Again with the gurgling laughter.

“Who’s there?”

“An old acquaintance.” whispered a voice.

Ted Knight’s blood ran cold.

“Sorrow.”

Knight turned and tried to make for the exit, but found his way blocked by the form of the Gentleman Ghost.

“And friends,” replied the ghost with a tip of his hat.

The former Starman turned to try and reach the security panel on the wall, but was prevented from doing so by a large chalky white hand, that literally crushed his clavical in its death-like grip.

Ted howled in pain.

“Star. Man.” said Grundy, lifting the frail man from his feet.

“Careful, Grundy,” said Johnny Sorrow stepping from the shadows, “I can’t have him lose consciousness just yet.”

“What… what happened to you Sorrow?” gritted Knight staring at the seemingly invisible man behind the red mask.

“Well, you see Ted, while the years have obviously not been kind to you, they’ve been absolute Hell on me. Heuhheuheuhahuh….”

Knight struggled in vain against Grundy’s grip.

“I got to spend some time with the King of Tears,” continued Sorrow, “and he remade me in his own image. Behind this mask is the true face of Evil. Of pure, unholy terror. They say it’s enough to stop a man’s heart dead.”

Sorrow looked around mockingly.

“Well, Grundy and Craddock here are already dead, so they’re really not that much fun, but you… I’ll bet you’d love to see your old friend Johnny up close.”

“The Justice Society will come after you for this…”

“Oh, I’m counting on it. Craddock, hold his eyes open.”

Johnny Sorrow lifted his gloved hands to his mask and pulled the visage away from his face.

Ted Knight’s eyes dilated and he didn’t even have time to let out a scream to voice the unspeakable horror he faced before he slumped lifeless in Grundy’s arms.

“HEUHUAHUAHEHAUHAHAHAHA”