[u][b][H3][color=SteelBlue]Blue Paladin IX[/color][/H3][/b][/u]


Mal glanced down at the proffered communicator. Even without his scanners he could tell this particular piece was based on the Barret communications VHF. The teen-genius shook his head in pity, a sharp, condescending snort escaping him.

[color=steelblue]"Seriously? You might as well be using your iPhones for all the security those'll provide."[/color] He didn't even enlist the suits AI to patch in, instead just manually jumping on to they're frequency. It was sad to think that the Titans, the worlds premier Teen super-team, was in such dire need of some upgrades.  

He began to swivel around, scanning the area for any more zombies, while almost absent mindedly addressing Sentinel. Almost like he didn't consider the Kryptonian worthy of his full attention.

[color=Steelblue]"Salvage? Man, you're cold."[/color] He began. [color=steelblue]"Though I didn't kill them. Those blasts were carefully calculated to inhibit higher level brain activity, but not stop it entirely. In layman's terms they're currently in and altered state of conciousness, though I wouldn't expect you to know anything about that. Wouldn't suggest doing it to a regular person, but because these lads seem to be  missing a lot of the vital processes to begin with I thought I'd take a gamble, and it paid off. Those guys'll stay down for a while, but they'll get back up soon. I estimate they'll be getting back up in eleven minutes and forty-eight seconds, based on previous data." 

"All that said I'm not so sure we can [i]salvage[/i] them. Beyond those higher level brain functions I mentioned, there's really not much going on our swiftly rotting friends.  For all intents and purposes, they're dead. I've only spotted one so far that was anything other than an incredibly mobile cadaver. I assumed he was the leader, and tried to engage, but he got away from me.[/color] Some emotion coloured Mal's voice at that last bit. To the keen observer it may have sounded something akin to shame. 

He had indeed found an anomaly in his scans that may have been the source of this catastrophe, moving slowly through a tenement building several blocks from their current position. He had moved to engage, hoping to put a swift end to this catastrophe, half his mind on the battle at hand, and half on the plaudits he would earn as the man who saved San Fran from the Day of the Dead. He had been careless though, and before he knew it, and long before he reached the anomaly, he was ambushed by over fifty of the shamblers. He panicked then, engaging his flight jets in a mindless bid for escape. Several of the rotting horrors had clung to his armour though, and it was that that forced flight control out of his hands, and caused him to crash into the block. Thankfully it seemed he was successful in playing it off as a deed of heroic derring-do, rather than a near catastrophic failing. 

[color=steelblue]"Funny, I can't see him anymore though"[/color] He muttered, more to himself than to Sentinel. He turned full circle, facing the Kryptonian once more, starting backwards slightly as if he had forgotten that he wasn't alone. With a grunt he engaged his rockets, hovering slightly above the street. 

[color=steelblue]"I can get clearer readings from above the streets. I'll see if I can't find our mystery man from the air. I'll need you to disperse the larger groups of undead. The more there are in one place, the stronger they collectively become. Break em' into manageable chunks. And get Kid Flash to widen the evacuation area. Past the city limits, ideally. Everyone out, cops and emergency workers too. Hit the walkers where it hurts, in their stomachs. Deprive them off a food source."

"Oh, and Superboy? Don't let them touch you. I have reason to suspect they don't just feed on flesh, but off your life force too."[/color] Mal didn't suspect that. That was entirely scientifically unfounded. But it was something the Father Box believed, and in his short experience with the machine he had found the Father Box to always be right. A bit like himself in that regard. [color=Steelblue]"An undead Kryptonian is a big no-no in my opinion. So, while I know it may be taxing for you to exert the self control required, try not to punch, huh?"[/color] With that he rocketed into the air.

[Color=steelblue]"Scream if you need me!"[/color]