An expansive cloud of unnatural fog rolled in from seemingly nowhere and blocked the far-off laboratory from view. "Ugh." S'tann grumbled. Freddie was already up to his mischief, even before they'd begun to move out. Typical. That must mean the Suicide Squad entered the arena near or inside the research center. [i]Well[/i], S'tann thought, [i]At least we know where they are.[/i] Unsurprisingly, the first words out of most of the team's lips were complaints. [i]It's too cold![/i] They whined. [i]Why couldn't we be on a beach in California?[/i] They thought. Ya know, some days, S'tann wished he couldn't read mind. Telepathy was such a hassle. It seemed as if everyone wore their hearts on their sleeves; he knew their darkest secrets. Their deepest desires. Their dirtiest fantasies (those were the worst; and the most common. Disgusting human fucks). It'd be just magnificent if they'd all just SHUT UP FOR ONE BLEEDING SECOND. The Martian took in a deep breath of the freezing Arctic air. He'd never get used to it; knowing what he shouldn't no. Sometimes, S'tann wished he could close off their thoughts. Or stop reading their minds altogether. But no. That only worked when people thought quietly. It's hard to explain. But some thoughts are more easily heard than others; certain brainwave patterns can be picked up by telepaths without even trying. Those were usually the most passionate thoughts, containing the strongest emotions. The ones S'tann specifically didn't want to know.

Breathe.

In.

Out.

Breathe.

Thankfully, Molly had something constructive to say. Legacy knew what she was going to say before the words left her mouth, but he waited until she voiced her concerns before responding. She wanted to swap places with Amethyst. He mulled it over for a second and a half. Molly's sonic attacks would be devastating for the Kryptonian's ultra-sensitive ears. And Amethyst's powers would make her invaluable in the facility; while Molly's uncontrollable scream in what was most likely very tight corridors spelled disaster. A very logical concern. One apparently shared by Amethyst. "Alright." S'tann agreed. "Good idea. Anything else?" Molly's next question was an odd one. Although, after a moment, S'tann realized what she meant. He could fly. Very, very fast. Most of these guys and gals had peak human or less in the way of speed; which was a major disadvantage for the team. A small smirk crossed the Martian's green lips. His eyes glowed a bright red and his body began to grow, shift and change. He absorbed the electricity of the Augmented Reality Center into his body, converting it into mass and using said mass to shape shift. The shape he was going for was very clear after a moment. His torso extended to forty feet long, and each arm stretched further than that. His smooth skin transformed into hardened scales, and his arms sprouted leathery wings.

The great, black dragon let loose a terrible roar that shook the very foundation of the entire center.

"Climb on." S'tann ordered, his voice deep, powerful and guttural. The kind of voice you'd expect from a forty foot long monster with a one hundred and twenty foot wingspan. Once the team was on, S'tann beat his wings against the air and shoved himself skyward. (Well, okay. So that's a bit of a lie. The wings were just for show; he used his Martian telekinesis to fly. Now if only he could use that telekinesis for anything else. Maybe when he was a little older.) He flew forward, cutting through the sky at breakneck speeds. He had to travel at roughly half his top speed to keep from injuring any of the passengers. S'tann pushed himself upwards, up up and away! Not too far away. Just high enough to get a bird's eye view of the laboratory despite the fog. They were no doubt visible to Freddie now, if they weren't before. Good. They were supposed to be going in loud anyhow. "Listen up!" S'tann roared over the deafening wind. "I'm dropping you off, Jack, outside the fog. Keep you out of view from any prying eyes. Hold on tight!" Without anymore warning, S'tann dived. He fell near vertically towards the cloud, leveling out as they disappeared into the fog bank. Hopefully before Freddie managed to do anything crazy. Legacy glided to a stop, his four massive claws digging into the snow in an effort to slow himself down.

"Your time to shine, Catboy. The bombs are scattered in the southwestern wing of the laboratory." He remarked. Once the thief was let off, the Martian addressed the rest of the crew. "I can sense their positions now." He said. Telepathy wasn't all bad. It helped in situations such as this one. "Once we're inside, Alpha team, you'll need to split off and follow the northwest tunnel to a...a helipad. The Kryptonian should be there. Beta team, you'll need to go the opposite direction: southeast, to find the hard drives and the bomb collar controls. The rest of us will head northeast towards the hostages. Mars. Once we exit the fog we won't have much time to get to the door before Freddie hits us with everything he's got. So I'll need you to take out that door from off my back. Ready? Here we go.."

S'tann burst forth from the fog, flying head-first towards the laboratory's massive door. "Mars! Jump off and hit it! NOW!" Without a doubt, there was a whole load of pain heading their way from skyward...