zen_archer (zen_archer) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-02-16 12:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | [event] secret invasion, enigma, green arrow ii, oracle |
Who: Connor Hawke, open to Lois and others as their capture is made known.
Where: Skrull holding cells
When: Backdated to February 10th, 2014
What: Connor wakes up where he doesn't really want to wake up.
Rating: Pg
Connor blinked. Then blinked again.
Okay. Definitely not a place I want to wake up in. He let his green eyes wander about the small cell, then moved cautiously to sit up. All my gear… Even his boots and gloves, mask, too. He was left with just the main body suit.
He fold his legs, hands sitting on his knees, brow pinching as he reviewed his memory before blacking out.
He had gone out that night to meet another SHIELD agent. It wasn’t uncommon to be called out for training or an actual 'mission' (he was still not used to calling his ventures that). Such was part of the oddities of working for an agency like SHIELD. Just this time something felt off.
So when he felt like something was approaching at high speed, he moved to the side without a thought. When he came up, he had an arrow notched, sighting toward where the shot had come from. Only to see himself. That was disconcerting on its own, and just as he thought he should pause and figure that out, another instinct told him to move. Jump as he might, though, he was still up against some clever tech, and trapped between two people.
His last memory after he had hit the dirt had been of a tingling light scanning over him as he tried to keep his eyes from closing, his body refusing to listen to him from the stun blast. His likeness had crouched by him, taking his mask and fastening it over his own eyes.
“Simulation complete,” Connor had heard himself say.
Copied. He frowned, thinking about the danger that posed for those who knew him and might mistake his copy self. That was entirely distracted by the pair of footsteps outside of his cell. Connor stared at the green-skinned, pointy-eared men in dark purple and black uniforms. Okay, been in strange situations before. Think this one already tops them all.
“Hey!” someone yelled. “I need more food, you booger headed jerks!”
The Skrull only snorted. “These obnoxious humans. Why do we need them alive again?”
The other guard grunted. “In case something happens to their replacement. Just be glad you don't have to tend to the supers. These ones are just whiny, at least.”
Connor waited till the guards were past him a few paces before he walked to the forceshield, peering out as best he could, eyes sweeping a long ways one direction, then the other. Oh, this is trouble… Connor’s eyes swept up the rows of cells atop the row across from him. This is a lot of trouble.
His cell was just one among hundreds.