DC Next Generation Roleplay

dcng_thunder:

Nikolai didn't expect a warm welcome after what happened the last time THUNDER had sought help from the JLI, but they were the best to handle the growing situation. Plus he suspected if THUNDER didn't involve them, they'd get involved without their permission and make the situation worse. He appeared outside the Hall of Justice.

"Agent Rozhenko of THUNDER, Head of Metahuman Relations. I need to see the JLI."

coldsmith:

So... they'd had a fight. A pretty serious fight, from what she could tell.

Surprisingly enough, by Petra's standards, they hadn't broken up. This was uncharted waters for her. She adored Din, and really wanted things to work. She just had no frame of reference for what came next.

So she'd fallen back to her strengths, and planned a little overnight getaway for them. Just a little B&B in rural-tourist Vermont. Secluded when at their room, but close enough to shopping and restaurants for diversions. The drive had been short enough, and spent in relative not-entirely-awkward silence. Petra had just been content to let them each have some time to collect their thoughts until they got to the inn.

As she put their bags down (she always insisted on carrying them), she sat at the little table by the bed, eying the fruit bowl and cheese plate left out for them.

august_heir:

Xian had lost his sense of time. It had to have been at least a couple days..he couldn't really tell. They kept him barely conscious most of the time, moving him from one lab to another. He tried to make out whatever details he could while aware, but he couldn't recall being anywhere else in the facility save the two labs..or was it three..so hard to thinks straight. He did however register the pain he was in. His body was covered with small scars where different incisions had been made, various inserted into his body, connecting him to various machines. He thought they were studying his physiology..at least that's what he got from bits and pieces of what his captors said. He had tried to transform on several occasions, but couldn't. Xian thought he heard someone say something about a machine..maybe that was what was attached to the back of his neck..? His captors were Chinese, if the frequent use of Mandarin was any indication. His teammates had been right all along...

Xian's thoughts were interrupted by voices.

"Director Tseng, we have run extensive tests on the subject and I believe the results will bare fruit soon. It is my estimate that within a month we will be able to duplicate the Colonel's abilities into our soldiers."

"Good, Doc," came the casual response. "The Chairman will be happy to hear it. I know I am. I can't wait to get back to the mainland, this has been boring as hell."

"..Quite, Director," the other voice replied, not quite sure how to respond to the other man. A slight hint of fear could be heard in the 'doctor's' response. He caught a glimpse of a man with a full beard and mustache...

"Relax, Doc," 'Tseng' replied. "I know you love your science and believe me the Director's all a quiver on what you can come up with here, but it's just not my thing." Xian gets a blurry image of a tall man with what looked like a scar over his eye and..a streak of dyed red hair? "So how is our boy? You gotta keep him naked like that?"

"He is not aware at the moment, but in no danger of death," the doctor responded. "..Yes, Director, it makes conducting multiple experiments easier."

"I'll never understand how you doctors can be okay with another guy's junk hanging out at you."

"Director!" Xian believed this was a new voice, and one that was alarmed.

"The hell you yelling about, Chen?" Tseng asked, irritated.

The third man, 'Chen's' face was heavily bandaged, though Xian thought he could catch a glimpse of small burn scars on the man's face.

"We've picked up some manner of plane heading for the island. We've identified it as belonging to those Western capes, the JLI! They're on their way to here!" The bandaged man yelled indignantly.

"What? There is no way the mainland would allow Westerners to come here," the doctor said, shocked.

"We're not dealing with bureaucrats, Doc. These are gung-ho, fuck the rules superheros," Tseng said with a chuckle. "Things have finally gotten interesting."

"Interesting!? This is Hell's Gate, Tseng! Our greatest prison! I won't have it fall to a bunch imperialist quai-lo freaks!"

"Chen..shut the hell up and listen," Tseng said with a coolness that he hadn't previously displayed. "Get the defenses ready. Surface to air missiles, turrets, the works. Tell the men to get ready for war."

"War!? This is not a war, this is..!"

The man's cut off as he suddenly rises in the air, holding his throat. Tseng stood casually to the side with his arms crossed.

"Do what I said you little shit, or I'll find this place a new warden."

The bandaged man fell with an unceremonious flop to the floor. He groaned, cursing and holding his neck before nodding once and leaving the room.

"The defenses won't mean shit," Tseng said to the doctor after Chen left. "but it will give me time to make a call. Also, have the wetworks crew on standby."

"Yes, Director."

Xian heard the whole conversation, though he pretended to still be unaware. The JLI was coming for him..it gave him hope. He just had to hold on wait for his opportunity. No way he was just going to sit still and have his comrades do all the work...