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codywan week 2024 sol master list (solsterlist)

codywan week 2024 day 4 prompts, sol edition: video game au, "subtle" witty banter during the war

notes: this is maybe the most niche au ive ever written. fellas, the bar was on the floor and i have laid down on top of it. welcome to sol's codywan overwatch au. if you haven't played overwatch or don't know the lore, don't worry! most overwatch players don't know the lore either :) this can stand alone, mostly. huge thank-you to @calamity-aims for being my sounding board and giving me so much inspiration by being in the batshit au corner with me. title from white roses by glass animals

wc: 2,346

cross-posted to ao3

All this could have been avoided if Cody had been allowed to pick the infil site. Their landing had been rough but serviceable—the pilot, who only answered to “Kit,” had been grinning and cracking jokes to ease up nerves even as he evaded turret fire and nearly strafed them into the ocean. They’d gotten into the control center all the same, even if Kit had to stay behind with the JEDI heavy to repair the shielding system.

“Commander, these numbers are all wrong,” Crys hissed. “I can take out the security feeds, but this base is way farther along than we thought it was. I mean, we were expecting the turrets and a couple OR14 tanks on top of the usual. But this is—”

Cody exchanged looks with their “combat medic.” In the SEP, that really meant “this medic will make sure you don’t die, and he’s going to do that by killing the other guy first.” Kix had the steadiest hands of any soldier Cody had worked with, whether they were on the scalpel or a biotic rifle. The other medic was another JEDI loan, a woman who wore a combination of robes and light body armor.

“We’re running out of time,” Cody finally said. “We won’t get another chance to destabilize the Donghae Omnium. This mission is critical to the war effort.” They wouldn’t have sent Cody otherwise—though Cody had his suspicions about that. The higher-ups were fond of sending SEP soldiers into situations with unwinnable odds. Their own homegrown, red-eyed time bombs.  

Gregor, another SEP soldier like Cody, laughed and thumped the front of his power armor. “De oppresso liber, Commander. Overwhelming odds is the name of the game. Hey, you think I could beat 17’s KIR on this one?”

“If you think you can take out more omnics than times you get incapacitated, feel free,” Kix said, dry as anything. “Much less top the Strike Commander.”

“Feedback loop established,” Crys murmured, catching Cody’s eye. He’d gone through SEP like Cody and Gregor, but every soldier took to it a little differently. Cody had gotten an even spread of improved reflexes, metabolism, strength, and speed. Gregor’s enhancements had maxed out his strength and metabolism, letting him shake off hits that would kill or cripple an unenhanced human. Crys’ were subtler; he was even faster than Cody, if not as strong, and the chems had somehow boosted his cognitive performance. They’d made it possible for him to undergo cybernetic procedures that would have been deemed much too risky for any unenhanced human.

“We’re in?” Cody checked the safety on his pulse rifle.

“Affirmative. We’ll be going in hot. Patrol patterns will only get tighter as we near the control room. And—” Crys grimaced, electric blue eyes flashing with computerized input. “—if we can’t find an exit fast after we secure the central control hub…”

Cody nodded. “Kit and Sgt. Drallig will secure our exfil.”

“I’m tapped into the alarm system, but there’s a chance for it to be tripped manually,” Crys warned.

“Then we’ll take out any omnics we come across before they can get to it.” Cody gestured for his squad to move out.

Their movement further into the base was easy. Too easy. Every one of them was on high alert yet they still didn’t see the ambush until they tripped it—a full squadron of OR14s blockading the corridor with not one or two but three fucking Bastion turrets and a shielding unit for the whole goddamned party. Fun for all ages.

Then the second wave of war machines flooded into the corridor behind them in a pincer attack that would have made 17 cry big ugly tears of joy, and the mission was officially FUBAR.

Cody was about to start making his peace with the world at large when the razor-sharp head of an arrow sprouted from the chassis of the OR14 tank bearing down on him. He stared, mouth dry and tasting of char and blood. Sizzling blue light arced along its shaft and the OR14 buckled as its electrical systems shorted out.

“I’m hit!” Crys shouted over comms. Gregor was holding their backline and going toe to toe with another pair of OR14 tanks for his efforts. But this wasn’t a sustainable position. And even with SEP enhancements, they couldn’t hold forever.

“I’ve got you.” Kix swore viciously over comms as he ducked behind cover, half-dragging Crys behind him.

They hadn’t even gotten to the control room yet. Much less secured it. Whoever had given Overwatch HQ the stats on this base, they’d been lying out of their ass. Cody resolved to get back to Geneva just to wring necks over it. Let alone—

“You should not have let your guard down,” an imperious voice said. A tall man hauled Cody up like he weighed as much as a kitten. His face was half covered by an armored cowl but dark eyes and heavy eyebrows were furrowed in a scowl at him. Innocuous against his Japanese-style body armor and shoulder quiver of high-tech arrows, a head of auburn-bleached hair gleamed in the harsh LEDs of the control base.

Cody’s pulse rifle got slapped back into his hands and it felt like his brain got rebooted at the same moment. “Who the hell are you?”

“The man that is about to save your life,” the archer replied. “You have the technology to disable the control room once you breach it then, yes?”

“This is a classified—”

“Good.” The archer nodded. He had the gall to wink at Cody over the cowl. “You don’t have to spill all of your secrets yet, Commander. I like my allies a little more… long-lasting.”

Bloody hell. Cody grinned despite himself and wiped the blood off his brow from where a stray shard of shrapnel had almost taken his eye out. “Talk after. Take out the control room now.”

“That kind of forthrightness is what I like to see in a man,” the archer purred as he nocked an arrow and drew his bow. The weight on that thing had to be over forty, forty-one kilos, but the man did it easy as breathing.

Another fighter—especially one as good as this archer—made all the difference. He took down an OR14 from around a corner without breaking a sweat. Half his shots connected in ways that seemed to bend the laws of physics—scatter arrows, rebounds, trick shots from across the entire fucking corridor, all while the man flipped and twisted through the air like an Olympic acrobat.

Crys was able to break open the central hub after a round of healing nanite injections from Kix. Gregor held the doors as their point of defense while Crys uploaded a series of viruses that would cripple the omnium’s comms network and foul their navigations systems, rendering them ducks in a barrel when the local MEKA forces swept in to wipe the rest of the base out.

All this while the archer trashed different parts of the server room alongside Cody, wrecking hardware and banks of data drives. He took an inordinate amount of glee from swinging his bow into monitors and kicking through holographic projectors.

“I’ll clear you a path out,” the archer said when he was done.

“How do I know you’re gonna make it out after me?” Cody asked and checked the charge left on his magazine. They could make it out. This was far from the desperate last stand Cody had thought they’d be making. All thanks to—

The archer hesitated, gloved hands flexing on the grip of his bow. “Is this you asking for my number, Commander? I’m not usually so easy as all that.”

“I can’t buy you drinks if I don’t even know your name or how to contact you,” Cody replied. He stepped closer even as every instinct he had screamed at him to step away, that this man was—somehow—more dangerous than any omnic or tank. “And I’m not the kind of man to leave a dept unfulfilled.”

“No debt,” the archer murmured, dark eyes studying Cody’s face intently. He reached out to brush the tips of his gloved fingers across Cody’s brow, where the shrapnel had torn his face open. It was already clotted and healing, the too-hot feel of inflammation telling Cody that his body was working overtime to seal the wound. “You should get this looked at. Unless you want a dashing scar as a keepsake of our time together. But you don’t seem to be a sentimental man, Commander.”

“I might surprise you.” Cody caught the archer’s wrist, studying him in turn. His roots were showing under the bleach job. They were as ink black as his eyebrows. Thin crow’s feet lined his dark and narrow eyes, expressive for all that the cowl hid his mouth and nose. He hadn’t noticed the curved sword strapped to his back until now. On first guess, it might have been a katana—but Cody didn’t know enough about swords to identify it at a glance. Strangely archaic weapons for such a skilled fighter. It only made Cody hungrier—for more time, more intel, a greedy wish to see his face uncovered.

“Ben,” the archer finally said. “I don’t doubt that, Commander. I… travel often. But you’ve made a convincing argument for those drinks.” He plucked a thin, metallic token out of some hidden pocket and tucked it into a pouch on Cody’s tac belt with nimble fingers. The feel of Ben’s hand on his belt had a thrill of—something running through him.

“That’s Drallig on the line,” Crys said into comms, voice oddly strangled. “Exfil secured.”

“Move out,” Cody barked. He took a hasty step back from Ben, who only smiled—if the wrinkling by his eyes meant anything. “You have an exit?”

“Commander,” Ben purred, nocking another one of his strange and sparking arrows, “let’s just say… my backdoor is very well secured.”

Kix let out a strangled noise. He had one of Crys’ arms over his shoulders, the slicer looking like he’d lost a little too much blood as they’d lingered in the control room.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Lt.,” Cody barked as he passed Gregor. “We have an exit to make.”

“Sir yes sir.” Gregor saluted him with one of his hulking rotary cannons and the comm line exploded into laughter.

Back at base, Cody suffered 17’s scrutiny while his face was sutured back together in a medic’s tender loving care. He had healed too fast, sealing in the shrapnel. The wound needed to be sliced back open, cleaned, and then stitched together again.

“Yeah, that’s gonna scar,” 17 said with a vicious laugh.

Pot. Kettle.

“You recognize this?” Cody flipped 17 the token “Ben” had left him with.

17 caught it out of the air and turned it over in one big hand. His face was unreadable—but maybe that was all the scarring. He’d no doubt already read Cody’s brief. “I knew you’d left something out. You’re a shit liar, kid.”

“That’s a yes.” If 17 knew who Ben was… and Ben had known Cody by name—not unusual in and of itself. Cody was a high-ranking soldier in a global peacekeeping force fighting against the worldwide invasion of the omnics. The Omnic Crisis was wreaking havoc on a scale never before seen but it was also engendering collaboration on an unprecedented level. MEKA, SEP, JEDI, Overwatch, the Crusaders, Volskaya… the best way to unite humankind was to give them a common enemy.

“Yeah. See this?” 17 held up the token so the light glinted off the strange symbol in the corner. It almost looked like a pair of dragons twined together—in an embrace or locked in battle, Cody couldn’t tell. “That’s old blood Yakuza. The Shimada clan. Word was that they all died out after the eldest son went batshit and murdered half the family. Bye-bye, little brother. Bye-bye, gramps. Man was set to succeed the throne of one of the most powerful crime families in East Asia. Instead he wiped them out in a matter of weeks and disappeared off the map.”

“How do you know…?”

17 tapped the token and slid it across the flimsy bedside table to rest by the head of Cody’s medical cot. “The twin dragons are a symbol of power and blood ties. Only the ruling heads of the family got ‘em as their insignia. Out of every high-ranking asshole in the Shimada Clan, only one survived the bloodbath. Take a guess, kid.”

Cody swallowed. The level of skill, the cutting-edge gear, the sharpness in Ben’s eyes… it made too much sense for him to reject it out of hand.

“Shimada the elder is bad fucking news,” 17 said flatly. “Any man that can betray his family like that—crime bosses or not—is a big fat warning sign. You hear me, Cody?”

Yes. Warning sign. Bad news. Danger. Absolutely. Cody saluted 17 and fought down his wince when the movement pulled at his stitches and bruises.

“Bloody hell,” 17 muttered, throwing his hands up in disgust. “Why do I even bother. You know what, kid, if you want to chase after rumors and ghosts, that’s your call. It’s not like I’ve got sixteen years of wisdom on you or anything.”

“Fifteen and a half,” Cody said and bared his teeth up at 17. Never let it be said that he wouldn’t hold his oldest brother to a certain standard of integrity and truthfulness.

“Fucking brat,” 17 muttered. But he scrubbed his knuckles over Cody’s curls in a way that meant affection for him and gave him a sharp nod. That was as good as a big shiny medal and a commendation, coming from 17.

After 17 left the room with the medic, Cody pulled the token over to him and gingerly laid back among his stiff medbay-issue pillows. The center of the metal token was smooth and slightly worn down. His own thumb fit perfectly into the imprint and the metal warmed to his touch.

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Third Imposter: Undertaker

Dressed in the gray suit

Undertaker is called onto the ship when the number of the dead begins to rise

Immediately cleared of any suspicion he’s expected to be a neutral party

Nutty but mostly neutral

Whether you don’t mind his morbid humor or you think it highly inappropriate

He’s planning to spend as much time with you as humanely possible

"Where ya' runnin' off to now Lieutenant? Can't I join ya?"

Even if the lieutenant and the Mortician don’t usually spend time together

But alas his laughter is the best payment and for someone with morbid humor like his 

He doesn’t mind lending a hand to the alien or galactic crime syndicate imposters

Especially if it gives him a good laugh

But the best way to have his help is by making sure his beloved lieutenant is beside him in the nosebleeds:

“Another body found…where was everyone?”

The body was in navigation. But as the only acting authority left it was up to you to continue the primary mission of ejecting the imposter. Your crew has dwindled into a smaller number since you and the captain began the elimination process; in which the majority decided who to be ejected for their crimes as imposters. Autopsies show that at least one of these imposters had been caught through this method. Now all that was left was to find their partner that continued to jeopardize the Skeld’s mission. 

“I was in electric with Ciel and Sebastian…”

The small voice of Elizabeth or more commonly known as  “Lizzy” twiddled her pink-gloved hands, shuffling her feet. At her testament, Sebastian and Ciel nodded their heads. The man in the black suit spoke with that ever-familiar smirk.

“While we were working on tasks, I did see Soma and Agni run by.” His crimson eyes trailed to the prince and his guard in their purple and green suits. “And seeing as neither are dead, I’d commend their innocence.”

You had nothing against that statement, you looked towards the agent in the grey suit–William Spears. He claimed to have been working on firing asteroids saying he ran into Claude Faustus who he thought was suspicious. Claude quite quickly refuted the statement with his own suspicions. They continued to bicker, making you sigh as you turned to the crewmate in white. 

Ash was an odd one…he was personally your top suspect. Too many times had he fumbled his location or left repairs undone. Too many times had he come to the defense of the ejected imposter promising that he was simply fooled but you thought otherwise. But even when you brought your concerns to your captain he was adamant in his defense.

“Lieutenant! I don’t want to hear this again! Ash has proven his innocence to both me and the mortician. I just wish you would realize the same.”

“I’m just sharing the observations I’ve made–”

“Lieutenant, I understand you want to be proactive but remember you are my student. And it’s entirely normal to make impulsive decisions.”

“But–”

“No! For as long as I’m captain you will not be bothering this agent! Do you understand it?”

“Fine.”

But your captain was dead…and you were in charge. Still, you were willing to hear him out if only for the nail in the coffin of your conviction. 

“I was busy, looking at the map and I think I stopped near what’s it called–ah navigation, yes!” 

You nodded turning to the next person. You had to keep it quiet until you were prepared to drop the info. 

Next was Hannah who said that she was organizing files in the command office. You weren’t alarmed when others asked their questions. She did seem to hesitate when Ciel further interrogated her but you guessed that was just how she talks. 

“So…where was the body actually?”

The meeting room was overtaken by a pregnant silence as they all looked at you. You let your eyes go to Ash as you spoke watching how the man’s pale face flashed a glare in your direction.

“The body was found in…navigation.”

Immediately an influx of accusations flew across the room. As everyone fought for and against Ash. You refused to participate, mirroring the behavior of your captain as a silent executioner and regulator as everyone made their decisions. With arguments coming to a head the ones on the chopping block were Ash and Hannah who so far had no other witnesses or reason not to eject either. 

Ciel turned to you already leading the charge for the rest of the crewmates.

“Whatever you decide, Lieutenant (Y/n). Though I’m leaning towards Ash.”

You wanted to agree with him. And you were going to until there was the sound of the air hissing as the sliding door lifted, revealing the gray-haired smiling mortician. 

“Crevan–” 

“Ah ah, Lieutenant!” He waved his finger in your face and you sighed. 

“Ugh-Adrien…have you the results of the autopsy?”

“Aye! I was also curious as to who’s on the block this fine morning!” 

Sebastian spoke for you, while Adrien’s smile faded into an unsatisfied pout. 

“We’ve selected Ash and Hannah for the ejection…judging by your expression this is displeasing to you.”

“But of course! I know it’s definitely not Ash!” 

“What?” 

You let your composure slip as everyone asked the same question. The Undertaker’s smile returned giggling as he produced a bag filled with a bloody clump of hair, that was lavender in color. With wide eyes, you grabbed the bag holding it up to the horror-stricken Hannah. Slowly you turned to the undertaker, trying to stop the quiver in your voice. 

“Are…are you most definitely sure that this was…from Alois’ killer?”

The Undertaker gives his morbidly unnatural wide smile, as he nods. Despite her pleas and the weirdly triumphant smirk, Ash tried to hide the group unanimously voted. You encouraged the remaining crew to continue with their tasks. You let yourself be pulled by the mortician away from the meeting room. Looking at the back of his head you hoped that this was the right choice. 

____________________________________________

You cursed at the electric shutdown of the lights as you darted down the hallway with your taser in hand. The imposter was not caught and you had been duped. You were livid, for someone who had been wrestling down their gut feeling only to be proven right when the Skeld was sabotaged once more-you had every right. Out for blood, you were making your way to the pod bay, willing to send your frantic crewmates away while you took down the infiltrating scumbag. You assumed you'd pass by your innocent crewmates foregoing the emergency call as it seemed to be glitching. But all you found in the light of your electric torch was the black cloak of the undertaker.

“Adrien?”

“Whoa! Look at you all ready to defend your crew. You’re just the cutest, my dear!”

His playful tone made you nervous. You turned on the taser letting the crackle of the electricity alight both of your faces in an electric strobe. His hair was pulled back, revealing an alluring lime-green set of eyes; squinting at you in amusement. It irked you. 

“Move. Adrian. I’m getting rid of the imposter. I don’t care if you think he’s innocent or not, this has gone too far!” 

The undertaker stood firm in the hallway, smiling with a more unhinged look on his face. You barely spied the odd wooden pillar he flung haphazardly to the side. Steeling yourself you prepared to charge forward.

“Awww (Y/n)! You’re still trying to protect a dead crew.”

Rather than questioning his words, you charged forward aiming the taser at his neck. He dodged grabbing your offending hand. Holding you up high he grabbed your other hand which was already curled into a punch. With great ease he threw you against the wall, pressing your face into a wall of glass; forcefully making you realize what makes up this specific hallway. He held you tight pressing the front of your body tight against the glass with his own, holding your struggling wrists. 

“Now now no need to be so fussy,” Letting his head rest against your shoulder he forced your own face to look at the cargo bay below.

“The show’s about to start!” 

As if timed perfectly the lights turned on showing the struggle happening behind the one-way glass. Your remaining crew seemed to be tied to the floor, even from far above you could see the splotches of red on and near their struggling and limp bodies. While some looked worse for wear you couldn’t definitively tell that anyone was dead. 

You made the mistake of sighing in relief to which Adrian took advantage. 

“You don’t think this is all, do you?” He whispered, letting his cold lips graze against the shell of your ear. You tried to back away only to find that you were simply letting his body cradle yours. Forcing you to look forward you watched Ash gesture widely as he monologued something to the tied crew, which couldn’t be heard through the glass. The imposter skipped, with glee, to the grand switch–a switch that would trigger the opening doors of the cargo bay.

“W-wait he’s not going to-”

“Yup!”

“A-and you knew?”

“Yup!”

“So…you faked that evidence?”

“Yup.”

You turned away from the glass to look into the chartreuse gaze of the Undertaker as you asked with the deep pit in your stomach. 

“Adrian..why…why did you do that?” You lightly banged your head against the glass as you looked at the screaming crew. “How could you let this happen?” 

Closing your hands within his own he hugged you from behind. Puckering his lip in mock sadness as he nuzzled his head into yours.

“All for a good show, deary…anything is worth everything for a good laugh…” 

You heard the muffled blare of an alarm as the cargo bay doors began to raise revealing the starry vastness of space. Like clothes, on a windy day, the previously kneeling crewmates began to float with the pull of the icy force of the vacuum. Your legs buckled in defeat as you watched your crew’s respective ropes snap as they were each pulled into space. Thanks to your legs’ failure you settled into the rapidly raising chest of the undertaker; who was laughing hysterically. 

When the cargo doors finally closed and you officially remained as the last of the Skeld’s crew, you slipped into unconsciousness. Allowing Adrien to lovingly carry you as he mused with a chuckle.

“I’m just glad you got to watch with me…Believe me when I promise you there will be plenty more laughs between us. I’ve ensured that much.”

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nice to meet you too

“So help me Maker, if you take me to Mos Eisley, I will personally see to it that I get what I want. Don’t you dare underestimate me. I may have been scared before, but trust me, I have found myself in these kinds of situations one too many times. I know what you’re playing at, sir, and I will not stand for it.” You’ve backed him up near his dashboard, finger still jammed into his chestplate. Your face is pulled tight and flushed, breathless from the sudden bout of anger that surged through you. The Mandalorian is still, save for his steady breathing, his chestplate evenly moving up and down from under your touch. 

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warnings: canon typical violence

You wondered what you did to deserve the life you had. A life of terror, living in a constant state of fear, the unknown a constant looming presence. You had no family, except for one brother, but you had no clue where in the galaxy he was. For all you know, he could be dead or the wealthiest man alive. It made no difference to you. In the most recent period of your life, you found yourself held hostage in a crime syndicate. One day, you were walking down the streets, a free woman, next thing you know, you’re thrown in a tiny cell and being accused of scamming a high-ranking criminal within the syndicate. This was true, you had scammed this guy, but it was only for a few credits to get by. You really didn’t think your actions warranted this much of a punishment. 

So here you were now, being forced to fix a ship, rummaging through its electrical wires with deft hands. The task was easy, anyone with basic electrical engineering knowledge could figure it out, but apparently these trolls were too dense to understand simple machinery repair. You huff out in annoyance as you work with the parts. You glance over to the guard surveillancing you. He’s standing against the wall with a bored expression plastered on his face, loosely gripping his weaponry belt that held a blaster. 

You turn back to your work, wondering how much longer of this life you can take before you go off the rails. The next thing you know, you hear a blaster shot emit from the entrance of the room, followed by a cry of pain and a body hitting the floor. You yelped as you flung yourself underneath the ship, hands shaking from the echo of the blaster shot. Your breathing becomes labored, assessing how to escape quickly and discreetly before you feel someone grabbing the sleeve of your shirt. They start to pull you harshly out from under the ship, pulling you along the coarse floor. You attempt to shrug off their grip by flailing around, much to your detriment. The mystery figure yanks you completely out from under the ship. You quickly stand to your feet and whip around, shoving the person off your figure. The person stumbles over with a grunt and you take off running. You didn’t get far, because before you know it, the person jumps on top of you, slamming your body onto the ground.

You groan out in pain from the impact, the person on top of you feeling like a ton of bricks. 

“Get off me–” you grunt out, scrambling to push the body off you.

“Stop moving” a deep, modulated voice crackles out. You immediately still, scared for what he’s about to say, what he’s about to do. 

“I’m here to rescue you. Come with me” he bites out, clearly unamused at your attempt to run away.

“Wha- okay?” you nodded, still slightly untrusting of this random man that just body slammed you to the ground. “How did you find me?”

“I’ll have time to answer questions later. We have to move. Now” he says as he pulls himself off you. You turn around to push yourself up off the floor, to turn and look at who this guy is. When you spin around you’re nearly rendered speechless.

A Mandalorian. Standing in front of you. You thought they were legends, just stories to give people a sense of bravery. Your breath catches in your throat, too stunned to say anything. His beskar chestplate is gleaming in the light, weapons embellishing his belt and chest, his cape hangs from around his neck. To top it off, a pure beskar helmet adorned his head, a single black T-shaped visor breaking the shiny silver. 

He grabs you by the neck of your shirt, pulling you up in one swoop with ease. The moment you were standing up, his tall stature nearly made you shrivel up from pure intimidation. The armor, the height, and the broadness of his figure made his presence feel unavoidable, indomitable. Your heart is racing as you try to take in his form, scared of what he was capable of doing not only to you, but to his enemies.

All of a sudden, he’s holding a blaster in his hand and signaling for you to follow him out the door. You immediately scramble over to him, standing close to him as he navigates through the hallways. 

“Hey Mando, give me a blaster” you demand, attempting to make your voice sound commanding and collected. He turns around and gives you a pointed look, clearly untrusting of you. You narrow your eyes at his visor, hoping you look convincing enough for whatever his standards are. 

“If you shoot me, you’re dead” he says simply, voice piercing the tense air. He unhooks a blaster from his belt and tosses it to you before turning back around, focusing on escaping without any injuries or casualties. 

Suddenly a rain of blaster shots permeates the air, and he shoves you backwards. Three more syndicate members come barreling through the room, shooting at the both of you. You yelp out, jumping backwards, pressing yourself up against the wall. Mando peeks out from behind the wall multiple times, quickly whipping his blaster from behind the wall, pulling the trigger. He manages to shoot down all three men. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and continued to move down the narrow hallway. You run straight into the cold armor that dons the Mandalorian as he abruptly stops, knocking your head on the pure beskar. You let out a small groan and rub your forehead. 

He lets out a ragged breath before signaling you towards where his visor was pointed at. There you spot a whole horde of syndicate members armed with blasters of all varieties. They’re scouting the halls, eyeing every nook and cranny for you and your, or what you assume to be, your savior. Not that he didn’t save you, it's just that you don’t know if you can even trust him. You watch as Mando flicks his wrist, rolling out a few explosives from his armor. With a snap of his hand, the explosives are rolling along the floor, skipping over uneven tiles, a scratching sound filling the air. 

“Stand back” he breathes out. 

You quickly shuffle your feet backwards, you grip on your blaster tightening. The bombs explode, taking down the gang of criminals in one blow. The explosion rocks the earth, nearly knocking you both off your feet. You take off, your feet carrying you through the smoke and rubble of the remnants from the explosion. You can’t see where the Mando went and frankly you don’t really care where he went, as long as you make it out alive. 

Suddenly, much to your luck, you run straight into a hard surface. Or what you think is a surface, before a large hand grabs at your upper arm. You shriek, attempting to yank your arm out of the person’s solid grip. He rips the blaster out of your hands and tosses it to the side. 

“Thought you were slick, huh” a deep voice rings out. “Let’s see what the boss will have to say to you–” he says sadistically, a sick smile twisting on his face 

Your face goes pale, heart beating out of your chest at his words and what they mean. You couldn’t see the boss. You couldn’t. You would be a dead woman. Gone. Six feet under. Where is that Mandalorian when you need him? Maker I was stupid for leaving him behind. The criminal begins dragging you away from the exit much to your dismay. You begin thrashing in his grip, hitting him repeatedly with your free arm. 

“Let me go, you big oaf or I swear to the Maker, I will fuck you up–” you grunt out, smacking his hand with a balled fist. Abruptly, a bright gleam appears in the corner of your eye. 

Next thing you know, this bright gleam fills your vision as the figure makes hard contact with your captor, successfully knocking you away from his grip. A single blaster shot notifies you that the captor is dead. And just like that, you feel queasy. Sickened at the realization of how many people were just killed, even if they were all bad. Hell, some of them kinda deserved it for how horribly they treated others. 

Your breathing quickens as you fold in on yourself, backing away from the carnage. A gloved hand touches your shoulder, pulling you towards him slowly. You freeze under the touch, unsure what to do. 

“Just don’t look at it” the voice rings out. You nod your head weakly, dragging your hand down your face with a sigh.

All of your years of combat and immunity to violence comes crashing down, the dam of pent-up experiences breaking with a single event that this is your life. This is what you’ve had to deal with for the majority of your life, death, violence, running away. You’re tired of it. So tired of it. You hate it, you have no one in your life, nothing in your life. No fulfillment, no purpose. Your knees buckle under the weight of the emotion, you feel around for something, anything to hold on to before you fall to the ground. Before you hit the ground, you feel the Mandalorian’s arms catch you, wrapping around your trembling form. He helps you up, arm wrapped under and around your shoulder, supporting your weight. He half-carries you out of the building and towards a ship. 

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He practically drags you up the ramp of his ship, your eyes wet from crying. When did you even start crying? He brings you up towards a wall before slowly letting go of you. You slide down the wall, sniffles permeating the air. You quickly wipe your eyes with the back of your hand and take deep, calming breaths. He’s still standing there in front of you, hands flexing with uncertainty. The leather gloves creak with his movement. 

“Thank you” you say quietly, turning your eyes upwards to the dark T-shape of his visor.

He shifts his weight, bringing a hand up to his helmet and dragging it down slowly, as if to rub his face. A sigh filters through the modulator, a crackling sound filling the air.

“You’re welcome” he says gruffly, and with that, he turns on his heel and climbs up the ladder to what you assume is a cockpit.  You sit there on the cold metal, still sniffling. This man is…interesting.

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You watch as he disappears into what you assume is the cockpit of the ship. You silently look around the ship, taking in its features and belongings. The ship is a dark gray color, dim lights decorate the ceilings. There's a closet with a hefty lock on the handles next to you, which you assume is for weaponry. Across from you is a carbonite chamber. You scrunch your face up at the chamber, a shiver runs up your spine. Your eyes quickly dart away from the chamber, preferring not to even look at it. Farther down the short hallway is an enclave in the wall, maybe a cot of some sort? As your breathing slows, you gather up the courage to climb up the ladder. Just to see what he’s up to. After all, he did just save you from forced labor and…other unspeakable things.

You lean your head back on the wall, taking a few deep breaths to slow your breathing. Your eyes squeeze shut, mentally preparing yourself to climb up the ladder and confront him. Because right now, you’re on a strange ship with a strange man going Maker knows where. Yeah, you have the right to know what’s going on. 

You stand up with a start, suddenly afraid of who this Mandalorian was and how he found you. You make your way over the ladder, grabbing the rungs with steady hands. You hoist yourself up, head peeking up into the cockpit. Your eyes scan the small room until you see him sitting there at the pilot’s seat. He’s flipping some switches, hands deftly moving across the dashboard. 

You fully pull yourself up through the trapdoor, pushing your hands onto your knees as you stand up, straightening your spine. His helmet tilts slightly in your direction but he doesn’t fully turn around. Your jaw ticks at his action, impatient with him. 

He really thinks he can ignore me after he quite literally took me to his ship without saying anything? How do I even know if I can trust him?

You take a breath before opening your mouth. 

“What’s your deal here?” you say, standing awkwardly behind him, voice firm and confident.

This time he turns around from his seat, looking at you. His helmet reflects the dim lights from the ship, looking at you up and down. Your previous demeanor immediately shifted, now feeling small under his gaze. You twist your hands together, waiting for an answer. He continues to look at you, silent and stoic.

“How did you find me?” you say, annoyance bubbling in your chest from his arrogant demeanor. 

“Direct commission” he says simply. 

Your blood runs cold at his words. Who could possibly put out a direct commission for you? 

“Ok well…how do you know who I am?”

“...The direct commission. I was told to find you and bring you back to Mos Eisley. Besides, I don’t know much about you other than what I was told” he says matter of factly, clearly annoyed at your questions. 

“No, I can’t go back to Mos Eisley” you say, your chest constricting at the thought. Past memories begin to resurface, permeating your mind with painful remembrances.

“You can’t take me back there.”

“Look, I’m just doing what I’ve been assigned—”

“No, you don’t understand. The people there want me dead, or worse.” 

He straightens a bit at your words and what they could possibly insinuate. At that, he stands from his seat, walking straight over to you. His form is so broad, so tall, he nearly eclipses your vision from the window of the ship. The armor really does add to the big scary Mandalorian effect. You instinctively take a step back, uncharacteristically afraid of something you’re perceiving as a threat. His body language shows it all. 

“You’re going to Mos Eisley whether you like it or not” he says with a note of finality, the modulator crackling over the dry air of the ship. 

You narrow your eyes at his words, clenching your fists at your side. 

“No. I will not. You will not take me there” you say, anger crawling into your tone. You look up into his dark visor, searching for his covered eyes in the darkness. You hope you’re making eye contact with him only to make your point clear.

This man really thinks he’s all that?

“You–” he starts. 

“No, you listen here, metal man” you interrupt brutally, jabbing a finger into his beskar chestplate.

“So help me Maker, if you take me to Mos Eisley, I will personally see to it that I get what I want. Don’t you dare underestimate me. I may have been scared before, but trust me, I have found myself in these kinds of situations one too many times. I know what you’re playing at, sir, and I will not stand for it.”

You’ve backed him up near his dashboard, finger still jammed into his chestplate. Your face is pulled tight and flushed, breathless from the sudden bout of anger that surged through you. The Mandalorian is still, save for his steady breathing, his chestplate evenly moving up and down from under your touch. 

He suddenly grabs your hand, pushing it away from his chestplate. His touch is firm yet gentle, leather wrapped around your wrist. He lets go of your hand, letting it drop to your side. You don’t break your gaze into his visor, eyebrows knit, eyes narrowed. 

He lets out a defeated sigh, bringing his hand up to his helmet as if to rub his face. 

“Fine” he says quietly, his voice barely crackling through the modulator. 

Your heart skips a beat, silently thanking the Maker for his submission. You back away from the Mandalorian, content with your victory. 

He plops back into the pilot’s seat with a sigh, staring at the dashboard. You take his action as an admission to sit down, hesitantly sitting in the seat right next to him. You keep your hands in your lap as you lean back in the chair. 

He side-eyes you before saying “Don’t touch anything, we’re going into hyperspace” gruffly. 

He pulls a lever, triggering the hyperdrive. As the ship enters hyperspace, the galaxy becomes a beautiful mix of blue and white, shimmering outside the window. 

You smile gently to yourself, settling into your seat. You take a quick glance at the Mando before turning back to the window. 

Thank the Maker for this hunk of beskar.

[claudz-vision]

Ukraine 15 July 2024

testimonial from a missionary on the ground..

Hello friends.

Just to add some perspective on the lady (Svetlana) who had surgery on her hand. I shared not to dramatise such injury. Actually it is a very minor injury compared to others. The thing is these people have lost everything. Their faith is tested as never before. For a lady like Svetlana to receive help from fellow Believers in another country who have never met her is hugely encouraging. She sees the Lord is truly with her in her darkest time. She is glad to be alive but has to start over with just a couple of bags that she could take with.

As you will see in the video of evacuations some people know the day before or even earlier so they can decide what to take with. For some it is even narrowed down to a couple of hours notice. Some have family members that will remain and look after their homes. Others just leave everything as is. Some will never see their homes again.

What does one choose to take with if all one could take is two bags or suitcases? Many elderly folk don't have family members to receive them so it it a step into the unknown.

For those that stay it is a life of day by day survival and misery under occupation. Nothing will get repaired, electricity and water will not be returned in most places. I have been in villages and towns that were taken back by Ukrainian Army. I have met and spoken to locals that stayed under occupation. Their cars were stolen and shops and business premises were looted. Some were kicked out of their homes and had to live in basements, and other places in the middle of winter with no heating and toilet facilities. I went with one brother to his parents home to see what could be salvaged. The Russian soldiers who stayed in the home looted and what they could not take with they trashed and smashed before leaving

We had a similar but not so dramatic experience living under occupation in Crimea. Yes there was no fighting but still quite scary. We could not draw money to live as VISA card stopped working. Currency was changed over night and anyone who did not take Russian passport were denied medical treatment. Even for me as a foreigner. I visited a clinic and was told I could not see a doctor without a Russian passport. They changed the mobile networks and nobody could buy a new SIM card without Russian passports. Things changed literally sometimes by the hour. I could say more. Fortunately we managed to sell our apartment and we were paid in USD, which is a miracle and another story.

We left just with our car (a huge blessing) and a boot load of clothes, etc.

All we had was an address in a city near Dnipro of a church hostel and a promise of an apartment that was empty, belonging to a church member. We left our home to the new owner. Everything was new. It was our dream apartment. The new owner walked into the apartment not having to buy anything. Fridge, washing machine, beds, cupboards, everything right down to cutlery items in the kitchen and bed linen. We got much less than it was all worth. I am not trying to play the victim here but just trying to explain what these poor people face. The Lord looked after us wonderfully and still does so we are not victims but victorious in the Lord. The Lord has been so very good to us but there were times when things piled on top of us. It is thanks to precious friends who prayed, encouraged and supported us all these years, right up to today and continue to do so that we can continue to serve the Lord. We thank God for each person, church and organisation who have walked this journey with us over the years and still do.

May we always be to the Svetlana's of this world that others were and still are to us!!

🙏👍🤝👏

[the-scarecrow-of-aus]

Chapter 3 is finally out.

(Hopefully writers block stops using my head like the log truck in final destination treats the people in the car behind it)

Chapter 3: difficult meeting's

Summary:

Jazz has had a rough time, the justice league are having a rough meeting

Notes:

*shaking myself by the collar* that's it, no more tinkering. post the darn chapter you anxious fool!

sorry about the delay, writers block. At least I got time to plan and plot out the rest of the storyline.

here's the chapter that was meant to go out late august.

Enjoy!

Gotham -the night of the Kansas storm.

In a small apartment in the narrows near crime alley a young woman sat on her bed thumbing a golden amulet with one hand, in the other she gripped a thin folder, a strange hunger in her eyes.

Her gaze snapped to the front door as voices could be heard approaching and she tucked the amulet into her jacket warily, she relaxed as she heard her room mate come in, talking over her shoulder at the neighbour "ha! Jokes on you, I'm into that shit!" She closed the door laughing and turned around freezing at seeing her room-mate sitting unmoving in the dark. "Oh shi... ancients jazz! you look terrible, you eaten lately?"

The thought of eating twisted her stomach for some reason, She shook her head and turned to the clock "he said not to eat until after the league received the files, that the meeting would be more effective if I was a 'little' off..." ember frowned before replying "that sounds creepy, *sigh* I'm sure the old man had a reason but still..." she trailed off before heading over to her room, tossing a book bag in and grabbing her guitar case "well... I have a gig at noonans Bar tonight, Baytor finally got back to me about work there. should help us for when the iceberg lounge is closed for 'urgent' repairs, You sure you don't want a feed before you go?" Jazz shook her head "I need the meeting to go right, I'll do whatever it takes to fix things".

Both their eyes glanced over at a metal thermos sat on top of the fridge, repurposed electrical wires spliced it into the fridges power supply, the outer shell of the thermos and its circuits cut open and cannibalised.

Looking through the mess of wires and circuits down to its inner layer, you could see it generating a low amount of blued mist, constantly emmited out of the shell only to be pulled back into the thermos opening as if there was a draught, in its stead it emitted a low red light from the mouth of the thermos, as if there was something else within.

Ember, eyes closed for a moment shivered, opening her eyes again and rubbing her arms like she was cold, she murmured "guess its gonna be sad songs tonight" before drawing her attention away and headed back out the front door "alright, I want you to call me if anything happens tonight, OK? No arguments!" She called not waiting for an answer as the door closed behind her.

Jazz continued to sit in the dark patiently watching the clock, she didn't get bored nowadays and that was marginally useful if a little annoying at times. She would prefer to be back home in amity with Danny though, not that that could happen anymore.

finally after time in the dark apartment the clock hit 6:15, unfolding herself from the bed she got up giving the thermos a lingering glance before leaving the apartment, it was time.

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Jazz left her apartment and hailed a cab, keeping a weathered eye out for tell-tale signs of a trap, the last thing she needed was to be delayed by joker gas or fear toxin, heck even the Riddler grabbing hostages for some convoluted bomb scenario.

The trip through the dark city of Gotham didn't take long, the city was abnormally quiet tonight, minimal traffic. 'probably Gotham itself is trying to keep things quiet' jazz thought, giving silent thanks to the old spirit of the city who was willing to give her refuge.

All the rogues were supposedly in Arkham right now or laying low, as she travelled she could see the shadow of capes flick around roof corners as the vigilantes started their patrols across the rooftops guarding the city.

The taxi left the city proper climbing up to where Wayne manor resided, as the taxi driver pulled up to the gate possibly hoping to get into the manor grounds and look around jazz stopped them, thanking them for the ride and paying the fare.

As she waited for the taxi to leave disappearing down the road, she stared up at the manor then back down the path, nervously approaching the gates

"OK jazz, you got this. Just like we practiced".

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Alfred pennyworth having bid all his charges good luck as they went out into the night, had just finished cleaning up after dinner and was preparing to settle down when there was a clear sharp knock at the front door, he frowned.

There had been no alert from the front gate and no sensors had gone off (nor his own personal alarms strangely).

For a moment He assumed it was Ms Cassandra forgetting something or possibly master Damien sneaking back with another stray cat he didn't want his father to find out about, but he highly doubted that, Damien would always use the back door and Ms Cassandra wouldn't need to knock.

After pinging the bat clan that something was up he answered the door, one hand holding his shotgun behind the door as it unlocked and opened.

A tall young woman with white streaked red hair, strange burns and cuts around the corners of her mouth and the look of a predator stood slightly back at the entry, hands clasped in front of her politely holding a document folder.

She smiled politely as well, not showing teeth and introduced herself. "Hello, it's Mr Pennyworth correct? My name was Jasmine Fenton, I apologise for disturbing you unscheduled but I have an urgent delivery to 'Agent A and the Batman for the Justice League', it concerns their current meeting".

She somehow spoke the names in a way the words didn't travel beyond him, he didn't know how but Alfred was certain the sound disappeared quickly without any sort of echo after it reached his ears.

Alfred, ever the consummate butler not to mention a senior member of the bat family was observant enough to see the signs of stress and nervousness hidden on her face, he smiled and opened the door wider "it will take a moment to arrange things, would you like to come inside and have a cup of tea while you wait?"

Jazz smiled slightly more, lips parting enough to show sharp teeth slotted together, her canines and the teeth next to them much longer then a normal humans.

"only if you would like me to, I'm just here to deliver the files. I can wait outside for confirmation or leave if you prefer, my contact information is in the folder if need be".

Alfred noted the teeth but chose to look at her with heartfelt concern "nonsense my dear, please come in. Perhaps I can make you something to eat, you do look hungry".

She looked sad as he invited her in and murmured "thank you, but tea is fine, I highly doubt you could feed me what I need".

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The watchtower -primary meeting room, night of the Kansas storm.

It had been a week from hell for most members, everybody not doing intelligence gathering was dealing with hard nosed politicians refusing to admit any wrong doing or shady government officers who were urgently trying to destroy any evidence that they were connected to said wrong doing, sometimes it was the same people.

Attempted tracking of the two spirits who escaped the facility was vexing, originally all sightings pointed to them heading directly towards a small town in Illinois, but the moment league members got close to the town their comms completely shut off and the spirits disappeared from all media and view, this was later tracked back to another GIW facility based in the area that blacked out all outside communications within the town as part of a legal sociological experiment they had 'volunteered' for.

More investigations would have to be done on that as well.

With no way to track them physically or electronically, the league chose to switch to more magical means of tracking. More duties falling on the few JLD members there were, raven was the one currently on duty. She had last reported there was interference for the tracking of the spirits but hadn't checked back in yet.

Examination of data recovered from the facility had been just as difficult, all secure information seemed only viewable on the hardware from the building, of which very few hardware pieces survived the destruction intact. Watchtower technicians were carefully piecing together the functioning pieces into working computers.

The computer parts themselves while definitely low tech had what Constantine called ectoplasm ('heavily filtered, concentrated and refined Lazarus water' he grudgingly accepted as a description) mixed and bonded into their construction. Unfortunately attempts to recreate the pieces using the leagues limited supply of Lazarus water failed to work, simply frying the circuit boards.

As such any attempt to view it on normal or league technology resulted in either the data being unreadable or (unfortunately for the Batcomputer) tore the machine apart trying to comprehend it. Now even cyborg was wary to examine the data.

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[Entry: green lantern-06, Constantine John, wonderwoman-01, superman-01, zatanna-01, flash 02, Question 00, Martian manhunter-01, green arrow-01, Dr Fate 02, captain marvel-01.

Zatanna spoke to the tower A.I "computer, please note Deadman also in attendance" the computer beeped in confirmation with her casting a spell quickly to let them communicate with Boston.

Batman studied the reports as league members involved in the case, both dark and light filed in. "How goes the containment of the facility, there are disturbing reports coming in from people near the site".

Constantine lit a cigarette glaring right back at anyone who tried to stop him. "Bad, but securely contained. I reached out to some of my more 'questionable' contacts for additional resources to help strengthen the barrier but until we find out what exactly did it and how to reverse it, all I can do is speculate on what's happening in there and how to stop it".

Green arrow spoke up "couldn't we ask those agents? What about the survivors from the lab, has there been any update?"

Constantine shook his head "I wouldn't trust a word that came out of that agency's mouths if I were you, that being said the agent that attacked the lanterns is the only lucky one, he must have been on a doughnut run or something when it happened. Either he knows nothing or is too devoted to his cause, he won't speak to us... it's that or he's just plain crazy now, but who am I to judge".

"Usually the first, since you often call me crazy" said the flash cheerily getting a glare from Constantine in return.

"Your entire family can break the sound barrier wearing sand shoes and have a habit of screwing with time, of course I think you're crazy. But for the agent, He's basically enthralled, the perfect employee".

"Care to elaborate?" Asked captain marvel

"Sure, From the medical observation it looks like he had already been systematically driven insane by something, then he latched onto his organisations beliefs to try and keep himself alive, 'probably didn't even question the surgical procedures they did to themselves...' uh, basically doubling down to anchor himself. Otherwise he probably would have had enough self control to avoid recklessly attacking the lanterns".

Batman spoke "what about those still in medical. is there any way to question them?"

Constantine looked weary at this, taking a last drag of his cigarette and stubbing it out. Breathing out the cloud of smoke he finally answered "there's no coming back for them. Their bodies might heal, those that are capable, but they won't truly live anymore"

"Oh dear, Why, what happened to them?" Asked Wonder-woman wondering what was troubling Constantine so badly.

"Mass Soul disruption" said Constantine itching for another cigarette. The answer made Wonder-woman, Zatanna, Doctor fate and even Deadman floating in the room visibly flinch.

"from what I could divine, after months of torture the agents must have broke open their captives core's and abused them. A ghost core is basically their heart, soul and mind. One of the spirits probably decided they had nothing left to lose anymore and let loose. those that were in the room got what was coming to them, for everybody outside, consider their deaths a mercy"

"What is soul disruption exactly?" Asked superman raising a hand, he and most of the non magic leaguers looked confused.

Zatanna uncomfortably gave the answer "soul disruption is a general term to explain damage to or loss of a soul" Zatanna paused and looked to where Boston floated, concern and worry plain on his face "stories say that a person without a soul is bound to become evil, but most of the time they just end up as figurative zombies, maybe over a long time period they could slowly recover. they can still perform tasks but no spark of life, empathy or creativity anymore, they're just on autopilot doing what they're told".

Lantern Simon baz spoke up "could I assume this 'Soul disruption' that caused the explosion is related to the green flames we saw on first arrival? Because I was unable to track any specific damage in the collapsed building short of the hole melted into the roof"

Constantine nodded "yes and no, the original explosion was the only attack that actually happened. In a tight underground space it reverberated around destroying anything it hit until it found a weak point and was funnelled up the elevator shaft, now concentrated, the wall of resonate sound melted through anything close by and shattering anything solid in its way. It forced itself out of the building, dispersing into the atmosphere with all the lab ectoplasm stores and debris which caught fire. more like a volcano erupting, unfortunately normal volcanic explosions don't make screaming skull shaped clouds".

Members that had been within earshot of the blast winced as they remembered the horrid sound

Constantine had finished the cigarette too fast, he definitely needed another but he held off, no sense in antagonising the bat with his habit. "Yeah… from what was recorded and reported, it sounds like a cry or scream, not an explosive blast".

Zatanna froze "scream? from a spirit... like a wail?... as in 'banshee?'... Oh gods damn it!" Hearing her curse and cover her mouth had the rest of the league concerned, Zatanna just stared blankly ahead, deep in thought without responding.

Boston gently poked her trying to snap her out of it "uh, maybe an explanation for those who don't know what a screaming lady has to do with this?"

Sighing Constantine grabbed the second cigarette, lighting up. "Ok, cliff notes on Banshee's.

-Creature's of myth from the olden days back home.

-they have an important job, which is they wail when a person is going to die.

Dramatic? Sometimes, Prophetic? Usually, supernatural? definitely.

-they do it for a very important reason though, it helps souls cross over without lingering, basically a reminder message to pack your bags and turn off the stove".

He shrugged at the assembled leaguers, some still looked confused "look, Without it the entire UK would have been overrun by the undead a millennia ago".

"Isn't England already full of ghosts and undead now anyway? I assume that's the reason we pack Nth metal weapons anytime we go over there" the flash asked, gaining an annoyed look from half the members present, including Constantine, "blame Charlemagne" He dryly replied.

"The species themselves emigrated from this plane along with a few other species like the yeti's when humanity went into their holy war's phase, mostly to avoid eradication. Smart thinking in my opinion, but that's not the issue.

A Banshee by themself isn't strong enough to do this damage, when they left earth, they all had to work together just to pass through the veil. Mostly they're human offspring of something vaguely referred to in historical records as half spirits.

So with the mounting evidence: it's dangerously possible that the GIW agents caught a progenitor of the banshee's... which would be really bad".

Mythology lesson apparently done, Batman gave Constantine a gesture to get him back on track.

"The major issue is, they did something so horrible to a creature related to a banshee, a creature who normally only warns of death.

With the use of a full strength wail, this spirit basically ruptured the fabric of reality in that area when it blasted their souls out, shredded them like a pressure washer on seafoam. The bodies in medical, they're empty vessels".

There was a priority comm beep from Batman and he excused himself to answer it quietly, Zatanna seemed to stir, while still looking deep in thought she spoke quietly "we need to prepare for what comes now".

"Prepare for what?" Asked wonderwoman.

"Prepare for whatever comes looking for the spirit that cried out and hope it's friendly not hostile".

Constantine considering a third cigarette went paler if possible "oh crap, I missed that part. Oh no, ohnonono crap! that's gonna cause problems".

Batman came back to the meeting and perhaps hoping to avoid witty remarks from the flash or arguments among the league members asked the question brewing: "what's the likely scenario, what will happen?"

Again Zatanna spoke "the creature would have left a tear in reality at the site. worse case, something notices the tear and tries to get into our world through it, knowing our enemies probably something infernal and therefore a Hellmouth may form".

Constantine, Boston and captain marvel groaned in different levels of stress "blast it, I'm definitely gonna need more resources, hey bats reckon you can stomach the bile to ask Lex for assistance? Nobody likes having a Hellmouth in their backyard"

"no, nope, I don't do hellmouths. They're uncomfortable to be near and eat at my soul"

"I can probably get some more help from the rock of eternity if needed?..."

The members broke out in various discussions like this till batman interrupted them "this meeting will need to be suspended for the moment, new information has just been brought to my attention down in Gotham and I need to personally verify it, we will pick back up in half an hour in conference room 3".

Green arrow called to batman as he got up to leave the meeting room "what kind of information?"

"An unknown woman appeared unexpectedly at Wayne manor with hard copy files pertaining to this meeting. Constantine, the first page was a letter to you, you're with me".

"Like bloody-hell I do! Most letters addressed to me are either letters of debt or the magical equivalent of letter-bombs, sometimes both. I'm not going near it!" Batman nodded not stopping, instead tapping a button on his gauntlet "the letter mentioned that".

The meeting rooms projector displayed a scanned shot of a slim stack of papers. The first page was a letter directed to Constantine:

John Constantine,

Two matters of urgent importance:

1. please come verify the authenticity of these documents or I will call in 'my' favours to Satan, Beelzebub and azrael regarding your 'shared' contracts.

2. Please summon me using the enclosed sigil for convenience, meeting room 3 will suffice. I have a matter to discuss with the league regarding the topic of your current meeting and to notify you all of destabilising incidents in the realms related.

(Batman, please be advised that Constantine will not trust this letter expecting a trap, show him a photo of this page to get him moving)

Don't keep me waiting John, you know I can't leave the realms easily 'without' consequence.

Yours in time

Clockwork (formerly Kronos)

Ghost of time

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"Oh... bollocks... rutting, friggin bollocks, there's the blasted problems we were worried about" swore Constantine stalking out of the room after batman.

Boston took one look at the letter and shuddered "OK, I changed my mind. The Hellmouth it is, no way am I staying here if he's showing up"

Green arrow didn't get the chance to work with Boston often, the few times he did was through the proxy of possession so he sat and observed Boston's expression, trying to decide if it was fear or disgust... what he saw instead was envy and concern... whoever this clockwork guy was, Boston was worried about been seen by him.

The various JL members talked amongst themselves while they waited, hopefully batman wouldn't hold things up by interrogating the woman...

"Who's Charlemagne?" Captain marvel asked Zatanna quietly.

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Wayne manor

Batman and Constantine zeta'd to the Batcave, immediately taking the main lift up to the manor. Constantine looked confused "uh, bats? We not taking the scenic route through to the front door?"

Batman gritted his teeth as he answered "there was an additional note attached to the letter, it was addressed to 'Bruce Wayne' and Alfred, in mine and Alfred's private security cypher, it was a warning that there was a security leak in the watchtowers systems and how to find it. Oracle is currently investigating, as for the woman, she seems aware and the note identified her as this 'clockworks' granddaughter, I need you to verify who she actually is"

"Verify if she's the grandchild of the mad titan? Are you kidding me, how am i supposed to do that? We already have Diana, and I doubt any of those Olympians could keep it together long enough to create another demigod! Can't you just look her up or did the Batcomputer explode again?"

Batman growled in answer, exiting the elevator into the manor heading straight for the kitchen. Constantine slowly grinned and held in a laugh as he followed "oh, so that's why were taking the direct path, going out the backdoor takes us past the computer! So it blew up again huh?" Batman glared at him "Yes, the same way it blew up when we tried to examine the GIW data. I need to know why it reacted to her like that".

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Alfred was in the kitchen talking politely with Ms jasmine, she seemed insistent for him not to call her a Fenton. Apparently there was a huge falling out and jasmine was in the process of legally changing her name, a task that seemed to be more difficult then normal.

"So we get back to amity, i find out what they did to my siblings, enter the local justice department and I reach the front desk only to find those asshole agents waiting for me there like they own the place, they tried to charge me as an escaped fugitive and shoot at me again so I broke their noses and slipped back out of Illinois before they could hunt me down. Then I went off grid, planting a trail leading to my aunts place and made my way to Gotham with my friends"

"That seems rather dangerous, will your aunt be OK?"

"Oh yeah, it was her idea. After star city aunt Alicia completely disowned Maddie, she knew it wasn't safe in that house and had been trying to get Maddie to stop and think, but... after what happened to Danny and then me... Maddie's on her own, there's no chance for her anymore".

"No I mean will your aunt be OK from those agents?" Jazz snorted "oh yeah no, she'll be fine! Aunt Alicia said if we are going to come, go through Danny's space camp trail. Everywhere else will be a kill box".

"I see... well, next time you talk to her tell her I said good hunting"

Jazz was interrupted from further talk by the dark knight and a shabby blonde man in a overcoat walking into the kitchen "oh, hello Mr Batman sir. I'd say It's nice to meet you but honestly I hoped to never meet you outside of a university lecture, in fact I was honestly expecting a robin to come get the files... aaand you are that occult guy from a few years back who tried to make my parents stop their research. Mr... continuoustein?" Jazz cocked her head in thought.

"Constantine, and your name lass?"

"Oh I'm just Jazz now, formerly Fenton"

Constantine froze and stared blankly at her "you're little jasmine? 'Jazzy-pants? From amity park's Jack and Madelyn Fenton?"

"I hate that name but Yes, why are you so confused?"

"Sorry, I just wasn't expecting you of all people to be here, weren't you a strict non-believer and studying to be a psychologist?"

Jazz stared at him hard "I was yes, then Danny had his accident and I had to face the reality of the situation, 'no matter how much I protested'" she added "As for my plans, I was still planning to be a psychologist up until a month ago, I found out Danny had been taken by the GIW and my parents took leave of their sanity since they literally sold him to them, they also tried to take me as well, and... well I'm sure the news coverage on that was kept quiet. Anyway, here's the file's 'boobytrap' free for you to examine, my job of courier is now complete!".

Batman silently took in everything she said, a simple glance showed a tired college student, if he looked closer however, things were off like an uncanny valley effect.

Alfred had mentioned her teeth but he hadn't mentioned the angular lines to her face, it was definitely a normal human skull when she turned her head but if you looked directly at her the lines of her face blurred... made it look...off, elongated even. her blue eyes also seemed off, backlit like they glowed, she looked hungry. if you looked at her perfectly normal hands from the corner of your eye they looked a lot sharper while wrapped around the tea cup, like she had hardened claws for nails.

'Not human, or not completely human' batman thought, summarised from what he could see 'definitely signs of being a predator of some sort. Priority is the information though, the threat is secondary'. He decided reigning himself back in before speaking "Jasmine, I'm sorry but i need to ask you a few urgent questions".

"Sure, Jazz is fine but go for it, I can answer a few before I have to leave, although I'm pretty certain clockwork can answer better then me".

"Who is clockwork to you, how can i trust him or you? I ask because from what I was told the infinite realms should hold a sizable grudge against the living."

Jazz stared at him smiling gently as she listed on her fingers: "he's mine and my siblings adoptive grandfather, he doesn't lie but he does like to turn things into lessons to entertain himself and to my knowledge the only ones he has a grudge against is a Doctor fate for some past incident during WWII and time travellers including the flash family for making his job more annoying. As for the realms, excluding me... most just want to be left alone or pursue their obsessions. We police the more dangerous ones like pariah, Anything else?"

He watched her for any flicker of emotion, any sign she was lying... nothing. "Do you know where the leak is or who I am?"

She didn't even blink before replying "page three of the files, they're getting in through cyborg via his star labs uplink, an update installed a blind spot they took advantage of to install spyware marked as necessary firmware. We've added a patch note to allow him to view the GIW files you have, as well as stop computers exploding around ectoplasm. As for you? you are batman, that's all I need to know outside of a psychology examination... unless you want to discuss the theories that 'the butts match' or Wayne industries does a lot more then just help 'fund' the justice league?"

With no answer given Jazz finished her tea and got up, "this has been interesting but I definitely need to head out now, things to do, late for dinner, need to feed. Thanks for the tea Mr pennyworth."

"Are you a metahuman?" Asked batman making her pause as she left the kitchen "hmm, tough question... short answer no, long answer maybe? I'm liminal like my brother, Mr Constantine can probably explain it to you more when he gets past his... apparent brain freeze" Jazz finger gunned past batman causing him to look around.

Constantine, waiting too long to ask his own questions had closed his eyes for a moment to rub at a forming headache of her previous answers, opening his eyes in confusion to batman staring at him, Batman looked back to see jazz had disappeared, the path to the front door was completely empty.

Jazz was gone.

"where did she go?" Batman asked Alfred knowing he hadn't taken his eyes off her. "She left sir, prior engagements and the like. Don't you have a meeting to get back to?"

Outside the Wayne manor The sound of a motorbike revving and driving off echoed into the night.

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Jazz knew they would begin following her when she reached the streets, she also knew she shouldn't instigated batman by disappearing mysteriously, but her hunger was getting worse! if she stayed a moment longer she would literally dig through the floorboards to get at that faint whiff of what smelled almost like ectoplasm coming from underground... she shook her head and stopped her body from turning back around to hunt the smell, if it had been ectoplasm it would have permeated the air of Wayne manor, not travel up like a bad smell... 'it. Was. Not. Ectoplasm'. She thought hard as she dug her lengthening nails into her palm beds.

It was probably just an experiment or batman stuff, nothing relevant to her.

Jazz exited the manor to find Johnnie waiting out the front on his bike looking idly up at the mansion, he turned to her with a solemn look on his face, no smile, no jokes. she nodded to him and got on his bike, gripping him comfortably as he drove straight through the closed gates, taking her back through the winding upper society roads into Gotham proper.

She tapped him to get his attention and he pulled over to let her off a few blocks away from home, johnnie held her hand for balance as she got off and gave it a gentle squeeze before letting go, still not smiling. He seemed to be about to say something to her but clenched his jaw and looked away, a look of stressed concern or possibly anger flickered across his face before he shook it off and revved the engine.

he drove off without a word leaving her to walk the streets home.

Damn jazz was hungry.

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The batfam were following their targets for the night, there was a suspected metahuman trafficker in Gotham and they were planning to hunt them down before they got a foothold.

The duress warning from Alfred however had made almost everyone try to race back to the mansion before he gave the all clear response.

Now with the city being so quiet and no leads on the traffickers they had idle time, as such they listened in on the woman named jazz's static filled conversation with Alfred in the kitchen (her words sounded like a old tape recorder message, an issue neither oracle or red robin were able to solve on their ends). She was polite and chatted about her life in a town called amity park, how proud she was of her brother for doing his best helping people around town despite their families reputation, the many peculiarities of her town with its fame for being the most haunted... then it got weirder. How Danny had to recruit the entire school to mount a rescue for all the brainwashed adults from a flying ghost ship, The time she almost got blown up by the school councillor who was feeding on the students negative emotions, her brothers creepy godfather who had him cloned resulting in a new little sister who she absolutely adored (once Danny actually thought to tell her she existed), her parents toxic obsession with the ghosts and how it had destroyed her and her siblings lives. "She's making this up, ghosts don't... aren't, capable of all that" grumbled Damien currently staked out on the manors roof, he wasn't risking Alfred being harmed because they dropped their guard.

"I'm glad you said that and not ghosts don't exist because I definitely recall your face when you first learnt about Boston and Greta!"

"That's not relevant nightwing, ghosts can rarely appear in the world let alone orchestrate physical attacks on groups of people, we have no record of these things happening, you would think someone would notify the justice league!"

Steph's giggling voice entered the channel "you know, since nobody was hurt the town probably kept it quiet to help with their most haunted town theme, that... or somebody stopped them reporting it, but that would be crazy-ridiculous and mean something larger".

Jazz's voice came through the com again, this time talking about her recent activities and they sounded even worse.

"So a few months ago I get ready to check out a few college's, waved goodbye to my parents, hugged my brother, the whole shebang. Off I go city to city checking out my preferred places, a few weeks in, hero stuff happens further up the train line and my friends and I get redirected to star city until the lines clear. A day or two in I get the odd feeling someone's stalking me, I stick to public areas and it fades... then the day the lines are clear and we're heading to the station the feelings back again and this time I see them, the freaking GIW are stalking me with their white suits and vans. My friends and I try to bail because we know, anytime they're near, there's gonna be collateral damage and friendly fire all blamed on ghosts. We almost make it before they act, blocking us in the public area and open fire".

Tim is typing away on his wrist computer looking more and more distressed till dick has to put a hand on his shoulder to draw him out "what is it RR?" Tim sends files to his siblings giving each of them chills when they read its contents. "We missed another GIW operation, it didn't turn up in our hunt because the officials who sent us the information were also our contacts with star labs in the city, we didn’t question the information, there's no record of a fire-fight but there is a record of a gas main explosion that caused quite a few casualties in star city a while ago..."

"Many casualties..." murmurs orphan staring at the list "can we confirm?"

Oracle chimed in "I found something while following a lead for 'B', a star labs I.D was used in an attempt to delete star city camera security footage which was flagged by green arrows security logs, the 'explosion' if you want to call it that was caught on a safe house security feed, and shows GIW agents shooting at people trying to cross into a train station. It's hard to be certain but it looks like 'Ms Fenton' was there... it also looks like someone took a shot meant for her!" Oracle enhanced some of the footage, a slightly staticky zoomed in clip showing an agent raise a heavy weapon and fire it at jazz, before it can hit, one of the people with jazz, a woman dived up in front of jazz and the were both blown off screen by the weapon blast.

The sound of B and Constantine entering the kitchen drew their attention, they listened to her answer B's questions when she started to leave. "Getting in position to tai..." Damien was getting up from his position on the roof ready to follow her but found himself frozen in place, unable to move the moment he locked eyes with a man on a motorbike in front of the manor. a man that hadn't been there a minute ago that was now staring directly at him on the roof, The man brought a finger up and wagged it at robin as if to chastise him.

"Robin, can you repeat, you cut out there. come in!" Spoke Grayson in his ear but he couldn't answer. Soon enough the Fenton woman exited straight through the manor door as if it wasn't there and walked up to the biker getting on. The man gave him one last glance before taking off and driving straight through the closed gates to the main road, the moment he left the property Damien could move again, he wasted no time in reporting in to the voices calling him.

"Ugh! Target left the property on a motorbike, driver is a male possibly mid to late 20's extremely pale with white hair, capable of inflicting full paralysis at a distance, may be sight based! Motorbike and riders went through closed gate as if it wasn't there, combined with appearing out of nowhere, may have matter shifting abilities similar to Martian manhunter!"

Unseen, Damien's shadow returned to its normal proportions as a patch of darkness before it flitted away after the motorbike, the woman Jazz had disappeared, gone in the darkness leaving them far behind.

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A quick study of the documents and a quicker check-up of the annoyed but otherwise fine Damien was all Bruce could afford before they needed to return to the watchtower, folder and its documents in hand.

Exiting the zeta tube batman immediately contacted cyborg "cyborg, I'm sending you a file, immediately follow its instructions to remove a data breach to your systems, then head to the star labs branch in star city, bring the listed officials and workers in for questioning".

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Conference room 3 was one of the older rooms, a sturdy work floor had been installed on top of the standard station floor for this room to allow repeated defacing of the surface without needing to constantly repair the space station section, Fortunately most magic rituals could be done with chalk these days.

Currently members of the JLD (minus Dr fate and Deadman who gave their apologies as not wanting to interact with Kronos) and a few supernatural aware JL members were surrounding a summoning circle drawn on the floor, there Constantine was grumbling under his breath while busy wrapping his hands around concoction soaked rags.

"Alright, here we go folks. Good news, clockwork is a neutral entity and is often quite reserved in his personality, that being said. Remember not to wisecrack the ancient entity of time... uh, that warnings mostly for me. So lets get this over with!" Constantine lit the rags on fire, filling the room with the smell of sulphur, clapped his hands together in prayer and began the summoning".

"venias ad me nunc aeternitatis exactor" the circle lit up before slowly turning down from a burning orange to a glowing green as he continued

"Ad te voco spiritum temporis ut det munus meum. Invoco te spiritus temporis ad dandum meum donum scientiae"

(*Come to me now driver of eternity. I call upon you the spirit of time to give my gift. I call upon you, the spirit of time, to give me the gift of knowledge.)

With barely a ripple, a being with red glowing eyes, one scarred and what looked like a grandfather clock jammed in its torso appeared floating in the circle glaring at Constantine"

"I gave you my summoning circle, yet you have the nerve to summon me like that Constantine? I'm not a damn demon. you didn't even use my name properly! if I hadn't wanted to talk to you I would have sent a hex down the line". The grizzled spirit stared at them unblinking, slowly shifting form between adult, child and elder as the sound of deep ticking echoed from him.

"I didn't think you'd really answer the summons for little old me without some kind of trouble waiting, besides, I don't speak Esperanto well, fortunately Latin works just fine".

Constantine tried to light a new cigarette but was stopped by batman nudging him to continue. "You said you had information for our case so I need to ask. I'm enquiring into two spirits we were tracking who escaped a holding facility last week" the ancient spirit glared at Constantine and replied in a mocking tone "a holding facility you say? I didn't know the justice league knew about such places capable of 'containing' spirits. Tell me John, do they just 'hold' spirits there, is that what they do?"

Constantine had the good sense to feel ashamed as Clockwork chewed him out "we didn't know they had gotten this bad, I had requested they be under more scrutiny bu-" "I don't care for excuses Constantine, the damage is done and still continues. Now! Ask what you wanted to ask so I can get back to dealing with some meddlesome intruders in my domain". "Uh right... the two spirits that escaped, they were wounded. We can't seem to track them anymore, I'd like their names so we can summon them and make sure they're alright and possible answer some questions".

If it was possible, the aura around the spirit became more dangerous.

"The spirits you are searching for no longer exist as they were" said the ancient ghost, anger clear on his face towards Constantine and the league members in the room. "Their cores begun final collapse and destabilisation this afternoon after being on the run from the humans agents called the Ghost investigative ward, those that hurt and hunted them. They didn't even get the comfort of their loved ones with them. The most we could do was shroud the area so they would not be recaptured in their final moments".

"Oh, I'm so sorry. What were their names?" Asked Zatanna "their human names? You might know them as Daniel Fenton of amity Park and his cloned half sister Danielle masters" The glare as he turned back to Constantine increased.

"Hang on! The Fenton boy? 'He was cloned?...' uh no wait, Why would he be a spirit? Aren't his parents working with the bloody GIW!" "Yes, yes they are". came the reply with a sense of finality to it.

Constantine's eyes went wide and his skin paled as he realised the implications of what jazz had said earlier, "Oh... oh no." "Oh yes" glared clockwork "my grandson Danny spent two years protecting Amity Park from both ghost attacks, his parents and the GIW without the league or outside help. He kept the human world safe from the ghosts and then had to switch to protecting the realms from the humans. Only to then get shot in the back by his parents, to have his body and core cut up piece by piece".

He watched them mutter and wince amongst themselves before continuing "it should interest you to note, His human allies and their families were also taken by the GIW and are being held by your government in rather unpleasant detainment facilities. If you would like to earn my favour I would suggest tracking them down and releasing some of them for starters".

The batman approached the circle and examined clockwork before speaking "what are their names? Do you know which facilities they are in or what they're being held for?" Clockwork seemed to contemplate something. A green sheet of parchment fell through the circle at their feet, a list of names, aliases and locations.

"You can start with Samantha Manson, she's currently booked illegally in Arkham under an alias, you should find her having tea with poison ivy since they have a lot in common. By the way, since her parents willingly helped lock her up in that 'tainted curse' of a place to avoid being incarcerated themselves, I would suggest helping her out with emancipation paperwork and bringing charges against the parents.

Next is tucker Foley, he's currently in the Cadmus lab in metropolis as a test subject, luckily he's smarter then them. You can give him a few more days before you collect him, he's having fun sabotaging their more shady work.

Last, You'll find Valerie grey residing in belle reve prison... most of the time. You will need to schedule time with Amanda Waller if you want to get her out".

Batman stared at the list "what are all these other names and locations?"

"The Foley's and the grey family are interred with students from Casper high, amity park. They're being held in detention cells throughout America" clockwork rolled his glowing eyes at that. "The students attempted to get in touch with authorities outside amity park and the GIW'S control, the agents found out about it and had them black bagged, or white bagged if you want to go by their theme, Now they're being held for breach of the anti-ecto acts. The rest of the locations are undocumented GIW facilities where captured ghosts and ecto contaminated subjects are experimented on. I would advise shutting them down soon or the GIW, if successful with their experimentation will gain enough strength to be a major problem for your entire reality".

Batman looked at the list and nodded, "it will be dealt with, how were these anti-ecto acts breached exactly?-"

[Entry: raven 02]

Their conversation was stopped by raven entering the meeting room and coming to a halt. "Oh, uh did I come at a bad time?" Clockwork shifting to a small child ghost, looked up at her and smiled "of course not Ms raven, in fact I was hoping to return something of yours, would you like it now or we can discuss later if you prefer?"

"What are you offering her?" Asked Constantine immediately suspicious, "memories" clockwork replied. Raven looked confused but nodded assuringly to Constantine "whose memories are they?" Clockwork pulled out a small clockwork gear printed in strange symbols on a glowing material and flicked it out of the circle like a coin to her. "I'd say yours, to remember in your own time" Clockwork turned back to batman shifting to an old ghost and continued explaining the anti-ecto acts and the loopholes they had used to get their way.

Diana glanced up at raven, still standing awkwardly by the door holding the cog unsure if she had been dismissed. "Raven, take a seat dear, has something happened?"

Raven sighed as she answered accepting an empty chair "I'm sorry, I was tracking the spirits down with superboy when that weird storm hit. tracking has completely failed and smallville was the last area I could locate the spirits. I've tried breaking through again but the storm is too strong, Not to mention strange reports began just before it appeared".

"Oh, what reports?"

"Public disturbance calls mostly, Magic sites across the globe that deal with spirits are reacting weirdly. shrines, graveyards even haunted houses". Diana caught clockworks grin at her and turned to look at him "what do you know about this?" She asked staring at him intently.

"Oh just the second reason for my visit, none of you would know this yet but the infinite realms is currently in a form of political turmoil" Constantine perked up "turmoil? What happened, did one of your more inane ghosts do something stupid like stealing Pandora's box again?"

"Close, due to the disappearance of phantom, who has being one of the more stabilising presences in the realms. some citizens of the realms (who may have had a hand in his disappearance) took it upon themselves to steal royal artefacts and dispense them to potential candidates for the throne, as such from tonight we are now locked into a war of succession"

"A war of succession... how? Pariah's been your king for well over a millennia!" Exclaimed Constantine. "exactly, pariah in his defeat was still wearing the crown while locked in the coffin of forever sleep. however during an incident two years ago he was temporarily freed by a greedy idiot. After a few days terrorising the realms, he was bested and re-sealed by phantom, this time without the crown. Since having been defeated in what was observed as single combat he lost the rite of control for both the crown of fire and the ring of rage. Both items at the time were stolen by Vlad masters and stored in his vault... they are gone now, and are in the hands of candidates to the throne".

Green arrows face scrunched like he'd eaten something sour, "Vlad masters? That rich, creepy mayor with a ton of shady businesses? How'd he get involved?" "The same way he got those businesses, he caused an issue then swept in taking what he wanted without the original owners being aware. You'll find files on him in those GIW computers you collected, fortunately he's not a candidate for the throne so I can sell the prat out without breaking the rules, by the way, I'd appreciate you hunting him down Constantine, he has many relics you might be interested in as payment".

"What makes a candidate? can we know who the candidates are?" Asked batman trying to bring them back on topic. "I cannot say the selection process was done by the Observants without permission of the ancients, those two relics are crafted in a way that I cannot detect or interact with them, a fail-safe pariah built into them to stop me ever trying to usurp him. They were stolen around the same time but I only discovered they were missing because another one of the stolen relics was guarded by the yeti's. That has itself brought up its own local problems. However, the earliest theft was shortly before phantom disappeared two months ago. all I can say is they are loose in this world and you will begin noticing their effects soon... or you may already have noticed these effects..." Constantine was getting irritated and really wanted another smoke " you're clear as mud clockwork, that doesn't really help things. Do us a favour and tell us what the items do to people, I mean, shouldn't they only affect ghosts?"

Clockwork grinned "how many times have you all died? Even for short periods of time because your heart stopped? Now, how many of you live in area's where there's a high amount of death energy permeating the city around them?" He looked to batman for this one with a raised eye. "The ring and crown influence those affected by death in different ways, fortunately you would need to be an actual denizen of the infinite realms to have full control of all the relics abilities".

Green arrow spoke up "so what can we expect from a non denizen who wields the relics?" A smile this time, "a good question green arrow. The crown will empower any undead that swears fealty to its wearer, the ring however will absorb the willpower from anybody targeted by it and give it to the wielder". Simon, content to just listen glanced up at clockwork who was looking at him intently as he said it.

Green arrow frowned, "so together they would allow you to both gain an obedient army and make them stronger?"

"Seems like it would be quite useful on a battlefield amongst the dead! Good thing they are currently separate".

Diana raised a hand to interrupt simply getting a smile from clockwork "we are not in class granddaughter, please go ahead" Diana hesitated at the title but pressed on "what are the requirements to become the new king? How will the succession war end, do you already know who will be victorious?" Clockwork looked sad and hesitant to answer "unfortunately the wielders for the relics are concealed from my sight and as for who the victor is I cannot say, all possible futures are laid out in front of me, futures where everything ebbs, futures where everything flows but without the present tense to follow the trails, I cannot see which is more likely to happen, all I can do is plan and prepare. For how it starts, claim the ring and crown and be acknowledged by the throne. As for how it ends, it ends when someone is foolish enough to stab the old king".

At the last part Diana saw his glowing eyes flicker to raven still holding the cog wheel "I... assume you have made your plans for the succession... should we be worried?" Clockwork chuckled loudly before answering in a bored manner "I am forbidden by ancient contracts that chain me to my domain, by their command and for the good of the realms. interfering in a war of succession is not permitted unless it risks temporal damage or destruction of the infinite realms". It sounded like he was reading off a contract he'd been forced to read countless times throughout eternity. "Are you really kronos? You are acting far too personable to be the mad titan" "No, I'm Clockwork. The ghost of time. If that doesn't answer your question ask me again next time we meet granddaughter, I will explain things better then, for now, be worried, or don't be worried. I'm sure you have many rogues and villains to confront to keep you busy, farewell".

Clockwork seemed to turn to leave before looking back "Oh and batman, the joker just escaped from Arkham, his cell has a joker gas bomb rigged to the cell door. Good luck!"

And with that he flickered out of view leaving them in the shadowed room.

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It was only a few questions that had been asked, with much information being given in return. Batman had made his apologies as he stormed out of the room calling in the possible escape while the JLD members relocated back to the previous meeting room, there they were busy comparing notes on possible contenders for the throne and looking for signs of strange activity.

They needed to stay in the loop for this, while the infinite realms was definitely out of their jurisdiction, the threat of another pariah dark was enough of a threat to stay involved in the process.

Clark sighed as he looked over the footage of the spirits escape "if we could have just found them sooner, perhaps we could have saved them... or at least helped them pass comfortably" the Question, studiously looking through the green parchment of names and places, comparing them with old physical road maps replied comfortingly.

"Don't beat yourself up Kal-el, this entire situation came from a forgotten agency with no oversite, they've been keeping things off our radar, not to mention using their authority and the general public's disbelief in the supernatural... All we can do is prevent any further tragedies happening".

"Public disbelief? The public should know magic exists, including supernatural entities like ghosts!" "Yes but they're not like our ghosts are they. Deadman can only be seen by use of magic and could never interact with the physical world without possessing someone, Secret? while able to be visible she couldn't interact with the world for more then a few minutes at a time. These ghosts however are capable of feats of strength on par with you, powers that defy physics, rivalling masters of magic and superheros alike".

[Entry: cyborg 01]

They all looked up to cyborg entering the meeting room with an angry look on his face. "Oh what now?" Asked Constantine tiredly. "Three scientists. a visiting professor. 6 security guards with league clearance and the public rep for star labs are in custody, I guess the preference for white outfits should have been a sign to look out for. the security breach for the watchtower and the league in general has been closed" he gritted his teeth before continuing. "There has also been a break in at the holding facility where the GIW personnel were hospitalised. A GIW agent has been arrested but the patients are gone, nobody can find a trace of them". Simon perked up quickly looking into it "when did this happen? There's been no alert put out". "That's because none was issued, the agent rocked up to the facility with all the paperwork ordering their release, paperwork apparently signed off by us. the only reason he was caught was because I cleared the block preventing me from noticing them and ordered him arrested". Cyborgs voice became like acid "I've been running back through the watchtowers files, without the block I can now read all their data including the files from their computers, they've been tampering with us for years. Changing our logs, diverting emergency calls, even stealing equipment, research and funding!"

Diana rubbed her temples and sighed "so the government agency that has caused us so much trouble over a long time period, who has endangered this world with their recent actions just stole subjects of a priority investigation? We'll need to arrest them now, collate the data and we'll organise a priority meeting with the American government, this needs to be stopped. Any other information we should know?

Raven spoke up "I'm concerned with those GIW agents in the white vans, when we caught up with them they were tearing across Kansas after the spirits causing trouble, they destroyed a lot of peoples crops and fences. none of them seem to be magic users but somehow they can track the spirits long distance through some sort of scientific means. Fortunately it seems when the storm started they lost tracking the same time I did, unfortunately they then rounded on us accusing us of sabotaging their gear. Superboy was dealing with them and told me to head back to report, he didn't like the way they kept eyeing me and examining me with their gear".

Superman remembered the threat clockwork had mentioned and spoke looking at Constantine "-you may have already noticed it's effects-, Constantine you said the agent was driven insane previously right? He wouldn't have attacked the lanterns otherwise? Perhaps the GIW are involved in both issues. This is a new risk to watch out for, nobody approach or interact with those people by yourselves, always partner up, especially Dark members, they may decide magic is their contamination and I don't want to risk you guys getting captured by them. Send the warning out to all league members and any community's at risk. This meeting is now adjourned".

The league members quickly headed off to their tasks, there was a lot to be done.

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In a GIW lab

Agent B hurried through the facility towards the high containment area, intent on ignoring the calls for help from the multitude of containment cells. In the far room was his new superior examining test results.

"Sir, the captured agents have been retrieved but agent A was apprehended by those ecto loving hero's! Permission to stage a rescue operation?"

The bald man with a pointed nose looked at the agent with disdain "why would I waste my time with that useless trash, if he got caught he got caught, bring those captured agents down to the containment labs, it's time for the 'live' trials!" He caressed a glass jar full of bright green ectoplasm and smiled. Agent B stared at his superior confused "sir, why would I bring the agents here, they need the medical wing so they can recover and get back at that damn ghos-" "-atututa" said the man shushing the agent "that's not needed, after all, the field reports indicate that the ghost in question is either destroyed or near complete ending, your wounded agents dealt it a killing blow in the lab before it's escape, you can be proud that they caused it to suffer immensely before fading. Well done, now bring them down here". The smile disappeared as the man repeated himself. "Agent B was about to object when the superior held up his hand with a green skull ring on it "I said bring them down here" the agent glowed slightly as something was drained away from him into the ring, he nodded and turned away to complete the task, the superior called to him jovially as he left "also once that's done begin recruitment to replace the fallen agents, we can't have the GIW looking too thin in numbers!" the door closed and the man added quietly "after all, a good scapegoat has to look healthy for people to buy it!"

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Notes:

-that's all for this chapter, next ones back in smallville as Danni starts to find themself again.

-sorry if it got too wordy or is too close together, would you believe me if I said the last month has been me trying to figure out the last half of the JL meeting? I just couldn't put words down that stuck!

-might be a little confusing because I'm playing with time but ravens designation is because she's been reincarnated, the league would have to keep all biometrics of all people using titles in case they were temporally displaced.

-I'm keeping question ambiguous like a dread pirate Roberts because that is on character for question, so you can imagine them as Vic or Renee, it's up to you.

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You Reap What You Sow - Chapter 5

Genshin Impact SAGAU X Iron Harvest 1920+

The Everwinter’s Embrace

You felt the Samson descend until it came to a halt. Your rifthound buddy woke up and started wagging its tail, eager to get moving. “We’re here at Snezhnaya, your grace! Here, let me get you something to keep you warm.” William said, as he went to a side compartment of the Samson, pulling out a white buttoned trenchcoat covered in golden lacings and beige fur, complete with a hood. It went all the way down to your legs, likely to keep them warm without pants (you can’t change here, after all.) He then pulled out a pair of black winter boots.

You noticed that there were shield emblems representing the four nations of Iron Harvest near the wrist sections. On the right sleeve was the emblems of Polania and Rusviet, and on the left sleeve was the emblem of Saxony and Usonia. Slightly above the heart section was an electricity shield made out of bronze, with an electric blue lightning bolt in the center. This likely symbolized Tesla’s Factory. The boots were comfortable too.

“We only used the finest of our materials to make these clothing items. Do you like 'em?“ William asked. You put it on and it felt very comfortable. The interior was laced with more fur, making you even warmer. “I love them.“ You replied. “Tell those who worked on this that they all did a great job.“

“I will. Alright, now a few things before you’re off. The Tsaritsa and the Fatui wanted to meet you first, so you’ll be staying with them for three days at the Zapolyarny Palace. Afterwards, you’ll be picked up via another Samson to head to the Ironside Quadripartite. Once you exit this airship, forces from Nikola Tesla will escort you to the palace.”

“Alright, I got it.“ You said to William. “Come on, little buddy. We’re going now.“ William helped you and your rifthound buddy out of the Samson as you took a few steps into this cold, frosty land. The trenchcoat and boots certainly kept you warm. You then heard the Samson taking off again, and then William say goodbye to you. “Farewell for now, your grace! We’ll see you in three days!” You simply waved back at him until the airship seemingly disappeared into the cold fog.

Upon finishing your waving, you turned around to see seven spider-like robots walking towards you in a hexagon formation. They made what appeared to be happy click-clack noises as your pet growled at them in intimidation.

“Stand down, boy. They’re friendly.” You recognized these robots. They’re TF-377 Slugas, produced by the Tesla’s Factory. They can melee attack, commandeer various control panels, and repair damaged machinery. You walked up to each of them, giving a headpat while your buddy played a friendly game of tag with one of them.

“стваралац!” You looked up and saw nine soldiers on what appear to be long metal stilts wearing backpacks glowing an electric blue. They also wielded rifles with external modifications on them.

TF-233 Šetačs. Soldiers wielding railguns on cutting-edge exosuits. You could easily recognize these. Trailing close behind them is a bipedal bronze robot with beetle-like armor, possessing what appeared to be a cannon, multi-barrel guns, and four guns at the top of the main body. That’s a TF-987 Čuvar, a powerful dual-mode mech capable of using both an offensive and defensive mode.

“We’ve been sent by Nikola Tesla himself to guard you. I am sure William Mason told you about this, yes?” The frontmost soldier asked you. “Yes, he did. Also just gonna be honest here. I never thought I got to see you guys up close!“ You replied back, amazement in your voice.

Tesla units are never available in Iron Harvest to players by default. The closest you have ever gotten to them was either escorting them in that one World Map campaign mission or when they actually assisted you in assaulting Rusviet’s capital in the same mode.

“Well, you’re seeing all of us Tesla soldiers up close, стваралац. Follow us, we know where Zapolyarny Palace is.“ The šetačs started moving as you and your buddies catched up with them.

You all were currently walking in a forest separated by an icy blue path, your rifthound buddy and the slugas running in circles as you all went. The footsteps of your boots and soft mechanical whirs of the šetačs further added to the cold yet soft vibe.

You nearly slipped on the path after a while of walking, but you managed to catch your balance. “Careful now, стваралац! We don’t want you getting harmed.”

“I’ll be fine,“ you told the soldier. “I’m more worried about you slipping rather than me.“ You’re on foot and they’re on stilts. It’s absurd how they haven’t managed to slip over yet. “Alright then, стваралац. We’ll be careful.“

You and your escort group reached Zapolyarny Palace after around ten minutes of walking. When you got up close, you noticed how similar it was to the Winter Palace in Russia. However, it was in many shades of icy blue, with a lot more curved aspects compared to the original.

Reaching the main entrance, you noticed that the three double doors had patterns of flowers and symmetrical icebergs. In the middle of all of them was a baby blue cryo symbol made out of tinted metal.

Two Pyroslinger Bracers guarded the main doors, with various other guards protecting all the secondary doors and rooftops. “Your grace. We have been expecting your arrival. Come, the Tsaritsa and her harbingers have been awaiting you.” The left bracer said as he and the other bracer opened the double doors allowing for you to enter.

“Us and the čuvar shall help the guards protect your presence. You go on in with your pet and the Slugas. They seem to be getting along well.“ The lead šetač said as the čuvar activated its defensive mode, retracting its cannon and forming itself into a cocoon-like structure.

Walking in the main doors with the bracer and your buddies, you were introduced with the palace square. It was full of blue flowers and trees of varying shades. You then had a realization in mind. These plants are starting to die out due to the eternal winters. You then thought about how it was just stuck in the back of your head until now. Guess your ‘divine creator’ senses are coming back to you.

You also noticed the other pyroslinger bracer run in the square into a section of the building. You assumed that he was going to inform the Tsaritsa and the Harbingers of your arrival.

Your pet and the Slugas both asked for headpats. You pat them both and the pyroslinger took notice.

“Are those your pets?“ He asked. “Yeah, I guess so. I took in the rifthound a few hours ago and the slugas a few minutes ago.“ You replied as they both walked up to him for headpats.

“Who’s the good boys here? You are, you all are!“ The bracer said as he headpat them all. This may be a cold land, but you’re already feeling much more warmth here compared to the other nations.

Translations:

стваралац - Serbian for ‘creator’ sluga - Bosnian (and Romanian) for ‘servant‘ šetač - Serbian for ‘walker‘ čuvar - Serbian for ‘guard‘

Genshin Impact is owned by miHoYo. Iron Harvest 1920+ is owned by Jakub Różalski and KING Art Games.

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5

Patience has never been the Doctor's forte. Right now staring at the closed door to the TARDIS's wardrobe felt like her time senses were broken beyond repair and every objective second stretched like taffy - neverending and hurting her teeth.

No need to be dramatic, she told herself. It's not like we're going to be late for the ball. We've got a time machine. TARDIS hummed, soothing, at the back of her mind. The Doctor only wished it meant that the ship would cooperate with choosing their destination coordinates.

Just as she was thinking, again, of knocking, the door opened.

"Hey, Doctor, I know you gave me a magazine and all that, but these future hairstyles are near impossible. You sure I can't just go with braids? A little bit of retro can't be that bad for the timelines."

Thankfully, Yaz was too focused on a thin sheet of disposable screen in her hands to notice the Doctor staring at her, speechless. Yaz chose a suit of vibrant, electric blue. The fabric, draped in artsy folds of twenty-third century fashion, shimmered with her every move, like lightning over water. Her wide trousers almost resembled a skirt — ideal for a bit of running they might be bound to do in every place they went to. The top was flowy, coming up to her collarbones, shifting in a way that momentarily outlined her soft curves before hiding them away again. She wore some shiny eyeshadow as well, just enough to turn her dark eyes into two black wholes in the centres of glittering galaxies. Only when the Doctor found those eyes trained on her, she remembered she was supposed to say something.

"Yeah... I mean- absolutely not! I'm positive!"

The Doctor was sure she wasn't making any sense, but Yaz seemed to get the point as she laughed.

"It's 2230s, Yaz," said the Doctor, her confidence boosted. "It's all about maximalism. If you do a simple style, you'll stand out too much, and we have to blend in. No interfering, we're only there to observe."

Yaz gave her the best "yeah, 'course" look.

"Well that and appetizers." She grinned, and the Doctor's eyes were immediately drawn to her dark purple lipstick.

"Promised you the best canapes in Earth's history, didn't I?" Luckily, the Doctor's mouth was running on autopilot while her brain was treacherously coming up with multiple ways to ruin that lipstick, none of which involved tiny sandwiches.

"Wouldn't wanna miss them, then. Will you help me do my hair?" Yaz ran her fingers through her curls, untangling some of the mess.

"Of course. Why not?" the Doctor said as she followed Yaz to the vanity table.

It might go so wrong.

"I hope you know what you're doing," Yaz said as the Doctor took a few strands and started weaving a pattern.

"You and me both," the Doctor mumbled. "Just have to follow the tutorial and everything will be fine."

Yaz laughed.

"You'd never do that. You look at any set of instructions and do the complete opposite."

"Oi! I can do that! Especially when something as important as Yasmin Khan's look is at stake."

It went surprisingly smooth. The Doctor only had to go back and undo the knots twice, and in the end they both agreed that the alterations she made were better than the original (or at least not worth remaking).

Yaz was inspecting herself in the mirror. Then her critical gaze shifted to the Doctor's reflection.

"What will you be wearing?" she asked, curious.

"Oh, I'm already dressed," the Doctor turned on her heel and her grey coat billowed around her.

"You can't be serious." Yaz's eyes were wide in disbelief. "Doctor, you can't give me a lecture about maximalism and blending in and then wear the same bloody thing as always."

"Well, I have a couple of tricks up my sleeve."

The Doctor winked and pulled out the sonic pointing it at herself. Her dark coat lining lit up with silver pinpricks, like night sky. The lights were moving over fabric, blinking on and off, and seemed to escape her clothes entirely and float in the air around.

Yaz gaped.

"Impressive," she said finally. "You still have to do something with your hair, though."

"I didn't think about that," the Doctor admitted.

"Of course you didn't, you bighead. Come on, let's find something."

They ventured into the depths of the wardrobe. After several minutes the Doctor wished she made a better cataloguing system. It was all over the place, an Elizabethan gown with Bronze Age Greek pauldrons draped over it, worn riding boots tucked away near a jewelry box full of Venusian treasures.

"Oh, that's it!"

The Doctor heard Yaz's words from behind a cabinet of her many umbrellas and rushed to have a look. Yaz was pointing at an old dummy head with a delicate headpiece made of silver chains and tiny crystals resting on top.

The Doctor squinted.

"Seems appropriate."

"Let's try it on."

Yaz scooped up the accessory and started fiddling with it. In a dusty mirror over her shoulder the Doctor saw the chains and crystals flow through her blonde hair like a starfall. Never interested in her own reflection, the Doctor moved her eyes to Yaz.

Their faces were so close that the Doctor could smell clean and sweet scent of hair styling gel, could feel Yaz's soft breathing on her skin. Yaz's lips were pursed in concentration, her fingers warm and careful as she tried to place every strand exactly right. The Doctor wanted to smooth out the worry from the human's lips, to say that the old and daft Time Lord was not worth such deep and loving attention. But she stayed silent and unmoved, drinking in every feather-light touch.

Sharp pain stabbed through the Doctor's hearts. She couldn't get attached. Not now, when she thought she had perfected her little game of dancing on a wire, the fragile and delicate balance of being close enough to not feel lonely, yet staying far enough to not grieve her future loss. The only solution was to have nothing to lose.

Yaz seemed to sense something and frowned, making eye contact. It would be so easy to give in and reach out for something more, something new, and beautiful, and doomed. It was so hard to pull away.

Something shifted in the air. The Doctor didn't have time to proccess as the next thing she heard was Ryan's cheery voice.

"Did you fall asleep in there or what?"

Yaz was the first one to react.

"Took you long enough to go looking for us!" she teased.

A beat, and the boys appeared from behind the shelves, having followed her voice.

"You don't look half bad," Yaz said approvingly.

She was right. Ryan was dressed in a suit of simple black colour but intricate cut and design, hugging his figure, with a caplet draped over his shoulders. His hair and face were covered with a generous helping of glitter. There was obvious awkwardness in his posture, but the Doctor hoped it would dissipate as soon as they'd start having fun at the ball. Ryan, for all his shyness, knew better than to let something as insignificant as glitter and a whimsical outfit dampen his mood.

"Shut up," he retorted, with no real bite in his tone. "Your hair is proper fancy, though."

Graham tapped his foot impatiently. He opted for a hat, obviously not wanting to bother with styling. His clothes were an explosion of floral embroidery, colourful and lighting up the room.

"You all look lovely, now can we go? I was promised a bite to eat."

"Alright, fam," the Doctor couldn't help but smile, warm and fond. All the loss and grief in the world could wait for her far away from now, in the future. "Let's get a shift on."

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