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Superhero/villain Name: Green Lantern Sinestro

Civilian Name: Thaal Sinestro

Origin city/Planet: Korugar

Hometown: Oa

Sex: Male

Race:Korugan

Height: 6'7"

Weight: 205 lbs

Age: 36

Birth Date: April 16, 1984 (According to Earth timekeeping)

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Costumed Appearance: Sinestro wears the green and black suit of the Green Lanterns, a construction of energy made into matter by the power of the Green Ring technology and his own willpower.

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Civilian Appearance: Sinestro proudly wears the colors of the Green Corps at all times, unless a mission requires him to go undercover.

Icon: The standard symbol of the Green Lantern Corps.

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Costumed Personality: Sinestro is a man of contradictions. He puts on a mask of cool, calculated intellect in most situations, preferring to stand back and observe until he is sure of the details of any given situation. However if one were to break through the mask and threaten the well-being of his friends or family, they would find a much different Sinestro. Still calculating and brilliant, but suddenly driven by passion and hell-bent on protecting his loved ones. Sinestro would do anything to defend the people he calls his family, and is not afraid to let those who would do them harm know that. After all, fear can be a powerful tool if wielded correctly...

Sinestro is fiercely loyal to the Green Lantern Corps and to the ideals put forth by the Guardians. Though he may harbor secret doubts about some of their methods, and hold concerns about their ways of doing things, he would never speak of those out loud; except to his most trusted friends. He would do anything to help strengthen the Corps, and has volunteered for many dangerous missions in his quest to keep other Lanterns safe.

Civilian Personality: Sinestro has no disconnect between his Lantern personality and his normal one, Sinestro is simply Sinestro.

Super abilities:

-Skills:
--Indomitable Will: Sinestro has the strongest will of any non-Godlike being in the universe, making him the literal perfect candidate for a Green Power Ring.
--Leadership: Sinestro has a naturally ability to make others respect him, making him a natural leader. This has only been enhanced by the governing over a sector of space given to him by the Guardians.
--Genius-Level Intellect: Sinestro's mind is a steel trap, able to plan and improvise on the fly. He can see small details others might miss and work out how or if they relate to situations at hand. Sinestro has a plan for nearly everything.
--Hand-To-Hand Combat: Sinestro has trained with the other members of the Lantern Corps to gain at least a basic understand of many different forms of martial arts, hailing from dozens of different worlds.
--Fear Understanding: Sinestro has one ability no other Green Lanterns have: The ability to understand fear on a basic level. He understands that sometimes it is not enough to simply react and overpower foes with your will, and that sometimes they must be taught not to cross you again. While his Ring is still affected by the yellow weakness, Sinestro himself is unaffected by the crippling effect fear has on other Green Lanterns.

-Powers:

-Gadgets:
--Green Lantern Power Battery: Sinestro keeps a standard-issue power battery for his Ring at him home, allowing him to recharge the Ring when it runs out of power.

-Weapons:
--Green Lantern Power Ring: http://dc.wikia.com/wiki/Green_Lantern_Ring (That's a big list-o'-stuff.)

Civilian Occupation: None

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Character History/Origin: Thaal Sinestro was born on the planet Korugar to a high-born family. He was given the best of everything as a child, from entertainment to education. He took to his schoolwork like a fish to water, and quickly proved himself to be a prodigy among his people. Perhaps fearing that their child would be unable to defend himself from bullies, his parents made sure to give their son an education in self-defense and conflict management as he got older. Though these skills were never as developed as his keen mind, Thaal showed an aptitude for those lessons as well.

As he got older, Thaal was inundated with offers and promises of scholarships, research grants, anything he wanted. Eventually however, the young man decided to pursue a career in the Korugan military, helping his people devise battle strategies and options while taking care to make sure his plans would always minimize the number of casualties. Thaal's plans worked incredibly well in simulations, and the few skirmishes the Korugan military got into always turned out better when they adopted his unorthodox strategies. Even when questioned by his superiors, Thaal would always defend himself and his plans with an air of confidence and certainty. This eventually attracted the attention of the Guardians of Oa, who were looking for a new Lantern to patrol the Korugar sector.

Upon being brought to Oa and meeting with the Guardians, they found that Thaal Sinestro had an incredibly strong will, allowing for his sureness of mind and heart that he had shown his whole life. Therefore, he was considered the perfect candidate for a Green Lantern Ring. Thaal took to the Ring and the power it provided even better than the other challenges he had been given in life, quickly proving himself as a powerful Green Lantern. Soon he had completed his training and was sent back to Korugar with a new mission: The defense and safety of every man, woman, and child in the sector. During these early days with the Green Lanterns, Thaal met Abin Sur, and the two would grow to become fast friends over the years.

Thaal governed the Korugar sector with wisdom and a strong hand, as he believed the Guardians wanted him and the other Lanterns to do. Under his watchful eye, crime and violence in the sector dropped drastically, and peace began to settle in to his home. This was when his friend Abin Sur contacted Thaal, telling him of a prophecy; revealing details of an event called The Blackest Night. Abin Sur was worried that the prophecy would come to pass, and that it was in fact on its way, but Sinestro was unconvinced. Abin vowed to find out more of this mysterious prophecy, and promised to contact his friend with the information. That was the last time Thaal and Abin ever spoke.

Abin Sur disappeared during his hunt for the Blackest Night prophecy, leaving Sinestro worried and confused about what could have happened to his friend, and a powerful Green Lantern. Since then, he has begun to dedicate time to improving the Green Lantern Corps itself, offering to train its members and beginning to mentor promising rookies. No Green Lantern will disappear again, not if he has anything to say about it...

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4:30 PM, July 7th
Podeidonis, Atlantis

King Orin sat his throne in the domed city of Poseidonis, only half-listening to his gathered advisors in front of him. Vague reports of gatherings of sharks in the Pacific, an unexpected number of bigfin squid hatching, a change in the recordings of whale songs. All thought to be connected to the return of magic to the world ins one way or another. Each advisor wanted his help personally in the matter, now that the jellyfish invasion had been handled. Truth be told, Orin found the whole process tedious. All of these things could be explained away naturally, and even if they were magic-related none were a problem yet. There was one thing he wanted to do, but he'd need a reason for going to the surface first...

"My liege!" Cried an aide as he ran into the room, carrying a report. The gathered cadre of advisors shot the servant a nasty look, but King Orin waved them off, the information the aide carried seemed important.

"Come closer, tell me what you have." Orin said, waving off the advisors for now.

To his credit, the aide showed no apprehension. Though Orin considered himself a benevolent ruler, he had also proven his worth as a fierce warrior recently, and many still showed nervousness on interacting with the King. "The scouts have seen war on the surface world." The aide said, approaching the throne. "An area they call the Middle East, near the Mediterranean and the Persian Gulf." The aide tapped on the tablet he carried and a holographic map sprang into existence, showing the area's topographical details. "Normally we would dismiss this as a surface issue, but... We've detected magic. Technology fused with arcane arts, as we've been experimenting with. And we've seen several individuals arrive on site to help stop the fighting, powerful beings with strange abilities. The Wizard's successor is among them."

Orin's eyebrow lifted at the last sentence. There was his reason for going to the surface. Since magic had returned he had been meaning to go introduce himself to the successor, but the siege on Atlantis had kept him busy until now. He stood, waving a hand to dismiss the advisors, who grumbled at being interrupted as they filed out. Orin turned to another aide nearby and began to set out his instructions. "Send in my suit, I'll be taking care of this myself. I need a pair of bonded comm shells as well." He said, referring to a device they had had some success pairing with magic recently.

"My lord," muttered Trosa, the old mage who served as Orin's chief advisor. "Let me gather you guard, you will require your retinue--"

"No guards. I mean it, Trosa." King Orin said to stop the fire in the old mans eyes. "This is no invasion force, no battle, no formal function. This is a meeting between, hopefully, equals. And an offer of help, is it is needed. I'm going alone." Orin turned to the aide who had delivered the news, nodding his head in thanks. "I need you to get me Poseidon. Go to the armory, Present the guards with this seal." He said, taking the aide's tablet and using his override to imprint it with his personal seal. "Then bring back Poseidon's Trident to me. You've done well. Consider this a promotion."

Only a few moments later, King Orin's requests had been fulfilled. Having shed his royal robes he was now garbed in the bronze scale-mail of the royal warriors, and the green gloves and swim tights that went with. He tightened his grip on the comforting staff of the Trident of Poseidon as he stepped into the transport bay. The columns here would propel him out of the city at a high velocity, giving him a boost to his natural speed and swimming ability as he made his way towards the center of the action.

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Only a short time later, Orin had snaked his way through the Suez Canal and around to the Persian Gulf, and launched himself out of the sea at incredible speeds, landing several hundred feet inland. He knew he was not far from the action thanks to his brief study of the map, as well as one of the other devices he'd taken to detect magical activity. He centered himself for a moment before taking off running, faster than any of the land-based vehicles the surface humans had available. Soon enough he would find the Wizards successor, and his goal.

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Superhero/villain Name: Aquaman

Civilian Name: King Orin, Ruler of the Lost Continent of Atlantis, Regent of the City of Poseidonis, and Emperor of the Oceans of the Earth.

Origin city/Planet: Poseidonis, Atlantis. Earth

Hometown: Podeidonis.

Sex: Male

Race: Atlantian

Height: 6'6"

Weight: 240 lbs

Age: 35

Birth Date: June 18th, 1985
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Costumed Appearance: Aquaman wears the traditional armor of the undersea kings of Atlantis, with gleaming bronze mail armor modeled after the scales of a long-slain beast of the deep. His forearms and lower body are covered in a skintight fabric of verdant green, designed to help him slip through the water with even greater ease.

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Civilian Appearance: King Orin rarely sheds his royal garb, even among his home city. While on dry land, he will reluctantly be put into a tailored suit of black or dark blue.

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Icon: N/A

Costumed Personality: Aquaman is passionate about whatever situation is placed in front of him, but attempts to think first before rushing headlong into danger. As the king of Atlantis, he has been taught military tactics as well as political decorum. Aquaman tends to present a strong and stoic exterior to all but his most trusted allies. To' those he lets in, Aquaman shows a more tender side. He is very compassionate to the needs of others, even if he doesn't always understand the issue due to cultural and class differences. With friends and allies, Aquaman is often the first to try and make a joke or start smiling and acting jovial, as he understands the stresses and pressures that have been thrust upon him and others like him and knows to take joy in the little things.

Civilian Personality: King Orin's personality is very similar to his more public persona.

Super abilities:

-Skills:
--Peak Human Swimmer: Aquaman is the best swimmer the Earth has ever seen
--Trained Combatant: King Orin has been trained from birth to be a warrior, ready to lead his people into battle
--Trained Tactician: Since he was old enough to understand battlefield theory, Orin has been learning the Art of War
--Trained Diplomat: A King must not only know how to fight. King Orin has been trained in negotiation and diplomacy

-Powers:
--Peak Amphibious Atlantean: Though all Atlanteans have the ability to survive in both air and water, King Orin has perfected the ability, able to leave the sea for periods of up to two weeks before needing to return to his watery home.
--Enhanced senses: All of Aquaman's senses have evolved to a higher degree than the average human's, granting him superior eyesight, hearing, and smell.
--Superhuman strength: Due to both his adaptations to underwater life and the uncontrolled magic in his blood, Aquaman is capable of superhuman feats of strength. At current, he can easily lift and throw a tank or an airliner, though his upper limit has not been found yet.
--Superhuman endurance: Due to both his adaptations to underwater life and the uncontrolled magic in his blood, Aquaman is much more durable than any other normal human. He can shrug off blows that would have obliterated a normal man, run incredibly fast for a much longer time than normal, and react to situations with a speed that even a cat would be jealous of.
--Energy resistance: Though not fully immune, Aquaman is resistant to most forms of heat-based or energy attacks.
--Marine telepathy: As the rightful ruler of Atlantis, Aquaman has the ability to communicate with underwater life-forms, beckoning them to his aid. He tends to simply ask the sea creatures for their help if they wish to lend it, though he is able to simply impose his will if he desires. Aquaman is also able to communicate in a limited sense with 'The Clear', a force which he believes binds the minds of all sea life. Using that connection, he has found himself able to slightly influence the portion of land-based creatures minds which remains connected to their primordial forms.
--Standard Telepathy: As an extension of his natural ability to command sea life, Aquaman has developed his telepathy to the point where he can communicate with more evolved brains, such as other humans. He has the ability to make his thoughts heard by others as well as to pick up on surface-level thoughts in those without some sort of mental shielding. He does not have the ability to implant suggestions or commands into other people.
--Mental Resistance: Having seen the power of telepathic commands and suggestions, Aquaman has taken steps to prevent himself from falling prey to a powerful telepath. He has conditioned his mind using training, technology, and hints of magic to defend himself from mental intrusions. It may not be enough to fully stop the most powerful of mind-readers, but it will certainly slow them down and hinder their abilities.
--Water-based magic: Due to his connection to the leylines of the world, Aquaman has found himself in possession of new powers he doesn't fully understand. At present, he is able to redirect the currents of the sea to his whim and to exert some control over the waves, though only while he is submerged in water.

-Gadgets:
--Atlantean Science: Atlantas was the most advanced nation on Earth before their continent sank beneath the waves. Simply because they were living beneath the sea did not mean this advanced civilization didn't stop advancing. Aquaman has access to the host of Atlantean technology

-Weapons:
--Trident of Neptune: An ancient relic carried by the King of Atlantis, the Trident of Neptune has many powerful magical abilities. It can control the seas, creating and directing tidal waves or whirlpools or solid columns of water. It can manipulate storms, transform creatures into other forms, or make something invisible. Its power was only recently reactivated with the appointing of a new Wizard, and so Aquaman is still learning how to control it.
--Trident of Poseidon: Another relic of the ancient Kings, the Trident of Poseidon has a similar set of powers to its twin, though at a smaller scale. It has the ability to manipulate water and storms to a lesser extent than the Trident of Neptune, but it can also create water out of nothing and fire bolts of lightning. Aquaman has taken to carrying this Trident until he feels more mastery over the Trident of Neptune.

Civilian Occupation: King, Ruler of the Lost Continent of Atlantis, Regent of the City of Poseidonis, and Emperor of the Oceans of the Earth.

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Character History/Origin: Orin was born to a long line of Atlantean royalty. He grew up in the lap of luxury, in the heart of the most advanced city on the planet. Though he wanted for nothing, his parents and tutors strived hard to impress upon him from a young age the need to care for others and protect those who could not defend themselves. These lessons would prove to be necessary sooner than anyone though, as both the King and Queen of Atlantis were killed while diverting a menacing colony of sentient jellyfish away from the city.

Thrust onto a throne at the young age of 14, Orin soon found himself overwhelmed by the burdens of leadership. The boy would often steal away from the city and spend time among the ruins of Atlantis. It was there that Orin began to discover a small spark of magical energy within himself. He began to map the leylines of his home, finding once-rich veins of magic that had been used once to advance their society, now long since dried up. Still, the exercise proved useful, as it gave young Orin a sense of what Atlantis once was, and gave him the time and space to decide what type of leader he would be.

Now, many years later, King Orin sits the throne of seas comfortably. He has led his people into an age of stability and relative peace, a rarity for the undersea kingdom. Until the leylines burst, that is. Several months ago, magical energy flooded the sunken continent, rocking the kingdom to its foundations. Magical energy sprang up not just from the ground, but out of the people as well, producing new sorcerers, wizards, and witches in an instant. King Orin felt his own latent abilities awaken as well, granting him even more power over his realm. After meeting his his historians and magical experts, King Orin concluded that the Wizard had chosen a successor, someone to safeguard all magic on Earth. This had rejuvenated the leylines and led to the newfound energies. King Orin decided it would be prudent to meet with this new Wizard and make them aware of the existence of Atlantis, and perhaps to judge the situation of the surface world as well, to see if they were ready for the reveal of their undersea bretheren...

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July 7th , 2020
6:00 PM, PT
Gold Coast Estates, Coast City

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Jessie paced around the large living room of her new estate in frustration. Everything had been going so well since they had rescued Vox from the DEO. Their ATM operation had hit a slight snag once the banks and cops had caught on to the fact that so much money was going missing, but between Jessie and Vox talking to servers and banking systems, they had managed to rework and fine tune their operation, simply siphoning money from the banks themselves, through dummy account after dummy account, laundering and buying and selling until the transactions became practically untraceable, and suddenly the trio had more money than they knew what do with. Jessie Beedle was back in the lap of luxury, and she had made sure her parents were taken care of too, by buying them their own house not far from the Estates. They were curious of course, where all this had come from, but after Jessie and Ezra's assurance that nobody was getting hurt, they had accepted the gift.

The estate itself was specifically chosen, not just for its many amenities like the pools, views, modern design, and the custom server room the trio had installed, but also for the history behind the area. Gold Coast was a short stretch of land in the Coast City suburbs, one which owed its name to the gold rush era. Prospectors and mining companies had come out here and had a fair bit of success. Since then, most of the entrances to the old mines had been closed off, but during their research Ezra had found a partially-sealed access point on this property. That had sealed the deal for them, as they figured they could use the mines as a base for more secret projects if they could open up the access points and widen some areas out underground.

But now... Jessie was bored. It had been weeks since they had gone out to hit an ATM, a section of their servers was dedicated to making them money at this point. Their research and projects provided some distraction, but there was only so much time one could focus on wires and alien technology before you started to see it even when you closed your eyes. The house was great, but Jessie was feeling... Cooped up. Especially after that museum break-in last month from the skeleton-faced dude. That call-out to the 'supervillains' of the world had felt like a smack in the face to her, that was what she wanted to be doing! Making grand shows of power, earning riches and making a name for herself! She was a superhuman after all, it was practically her right! And yet here she stood, hiding in a mansion while she researched some admittedly intriguing stuff, but missing out on the real adventure out there.

Jessie knew she needed something more in her life. She had to convince Ezra that there was more out there, that it was safe enough to show off a little. Vox too, though she was pretty sure the AI wouldn't take much convincing to see more of the world with her own optical sensors. They just needed something to do! Something like... Jessie stopped, her attention turning to the TV screen as she paced past it, watching the news report. They needed something like a high-tech war in the Middle East. To go steal some of that technology, that crazy-ass stuff showing up in the found-footage airing now. Jessie lifted her wrist to her mouth, speaking into the device strapped there to activate the Ghol communication technology. "Uuuh... Hey guys?" She said, confident that they would hear her, as the range on these comms watches was pretty far and Vox was almost always listening. "There's a... Thing happening on the other side of the planet that I really want to check out right now. Can we convene and come up with a plan maybe?"

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A few minutes later, Jessie was showing Ezra and the virtual avatar of Vox a recording of some of the more impressive footage coming out the Arab Federation. Tanks and jets moving at impossible speeds, guns firing faster than anything she had ever seen before, armored solders taking blows that should have been lethal... "I want that shit. I want a lot of that shit." She explained forcefully, her eyes fixated on the screen in front of the group. "And all of that is going to get confiscated by someone as soon as this conflict dies down and nobody will ever see it again. If we want any of that, we have to go get it ourselves. Think of the advancements that are there, the kinds of things we could make out of that if even given half a chance! Think of how much fun it'll be to go steal it!" Jessie finally tore her eyes off the screen and turned to look at the other two, flashing an excited smile at them and awaiting their responses.

Ezra had to admit he'd had his doubts the moment Jessie had called him, he'd long learned this side of the world was the most advanced, but the footage... it reminded him of Ectonian soldiers in his final days on Ghol. The Infinitized were weapons of mass destruction all on their own, added to their proclivity to become crazed or warped by their powers, it had sometimes taken everything Ghol could scrape together to tame a newly desolated landscape. This was definitely not Ghol tech, but the speed, agility, durability, they may just about reach his standards for 'useful.'

But where had it come from? He would likely know more if he ever bothered to surface from the labs, but since he couldn't seem to take two steps without some new idea needing writing down or some new gadget needing attention... Anyway, Jess was right, tech like that wouldn't last on a world like this, moreover it would probably end up destroying a world like this- just what he needed, another apocalypse. Well this time he wasn't taking any chances.

Ezra's eyes narrowed, some uncharacteristic steel appearing in his gaze. "I'm in, how do we do it?"

Judas had been occupying herself by keeping a tally on the money moving about, not to mention watching various documentaries on the side to abate inactivity and digest more interesting information. The call from Jessie was a welcome thing as she always seemed to be up to something exciting or at least tried to be which was refreshing in between her 'studying' both her friends had insisted on. Her avatar's expression was one of wonder as she watched the recording noting the impressive capability of the vehicles, weaponry, and armor present on screen. It was a hard argument to make for not wanting to experiment on the technology on display of which there was no need in her case because she very much wanted to as well.

It was strange to see technology like it out in the open which made the AI question how did it work? A better question however was whether or not she could gain access to them herself for ease of use, advanced computer setups were quite common in military vehicles of importance, but these were quite different from the average which only made the prospect more enticing.

"We would need to transport us three within acceptable speed and comfort parameters. I do not think we could manage this on our own yet...I would like to experience flying on a plane as it seems likely for our needs." Vox said quickly addressing the initial problem of transportation and maybe a bit of wishful thinking. "I should begin transfer to the new core for ease of movement correct? We should be able to find suitable transport within a decent radius though I do not know how we are to go about this."

Jessie grinned to herself, glad that her friends had agreed to help so quickly, though she was slightly surprised at the eagerness Ezra showed the project. "I think it'd be a good idea to start transporting to the new core, good idea Vox." She said, musing over their options. The Arab Federation was a long way away, and civilian flights to the area would likely be shut down. Jessie switched the TV off quickly and opened her laptop, switching to a saved tab and connecting to the overhead projector she had insisted they install. The light flashed on and projected an image of her screen onto the far wall, showing the public webpage of the Coast City Air Force Base.

"That's our ticket." Jessie said, pointing to a promotional photo of a new stealth jet the base had recently received. "It's the quickest way there, and between me and Vox, I think we can break into their databases and basically have it waiting for us. We just have to sneak in and take it. We can figure out how to fly a jet, and landing should be pretty simple too. The only thing will be space... The jet has a small cargo area, usually used for bombs, but it means we won't be able to grab a whole tank. Unless anyone else has some transportation options?"

Ezra didn't really see the need to rush, but it was likely to be one of the few options open to them- that, and taking a military grade jet for themselves would be useful, not to mention the hardware he could... Right, focus. "No, that sounds as about as good as it gets. I finished the gun rays, not quite done with the canon though. Should we take them? We can finally see how well they stand up to Human technologies."

The gun rays were spawned by Jessie's offhand mention of wanting a big lazer gun, and given the ease with which such technologies came to Ghol - energy weapons were their default weapon of choice after all - Ezra had set about building a big ass ecto-cannon, though the smaller hand held versions were much quicker to complete. Perhaps they could mount the canon on their new jet when it was finished.

Ectonian Energy Weapons

Although, given that both himself and Jessie had their own energy based attacks the weapons were more... back up, or maybe cover ups, if they didn't want to reveal all of their full powers. Still, it'd been fun to make them anyway.

At confirmation Vox went about moving herself over to the new core her friends had been building for her, partially for her and for convenience in moving her around as her older core was quite large. This core was far more portable being similar in size to a small briefcase and styled to look like one while maintaining a wire or wifi hookup for getting her into a target system. It also had one other trick being able to convert into a recon drone able to stay in the air for a fair amount of time with one main camera and two secondary ones to maintain maximum sight arcs in the area. The AI was rather fond of it as it gave her physical mobility she was unused to unless she was piloting one of the various devices in the laboratory which while fun didn't quite compare to the drone.

Judas settled into the drone which had been charging in a different part of the lab and got the motors running before flying her way back over to Jessie and Ezra setting down on the nearest available space. In the meantime she had been keeping an eye/ear on where they were going to be getting the transport from exactly to which she was not disappointing when the images for a stealth jet flicked by. It was going to be effective for they're purposes as well as useful afterwards as she assumed they weren't going to bring it back to the base.

"This seems valid given our timeframe and needs, it is also a jet so it is cool." The AI said happily in the mood to vex the humans in charge of the aircraft. "I will look for relevant information for flying while we set up the acquisition of it, having a Plan B for piloting seems wise."

"Sounds good to me." Jessie said with a wicked grin. "I already have some details set up, so if we can get the ball rolling, we should be able to bug outta here soon!"

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8:36 PM, July 7th
Gotham Central Bank, Gotham City

The evening sun disappeared behind the tall buildings of Gotham, casting the city into the comforting darkness it belonged to. Anarkee emerged from her hiding spot, counting on the strange, self-reflective period of transition between light and dark to conceal her as she slipped into the main lobby of Gotham Central Bank. The elites of the city hid their hard-earned green here, squirreling it away from the normal folk of the streets. Of course, those slips of green meant nothing in the grand scheme of things, this was all just a monument to apes, playing at something larger.

"E-excuse me miss?" A male voice called to her as her eyes adjusted to the new light. A pair of security guards, just as she'd thought; likely hired to weed out the simple sheep that wandered in to the grand halls of this temple to greed. They'd recognized her, of course. Anarkee was an urban legend of the city much the same way as her counterpart Grim was. The older of the two guards was shaking in his boots, he'd be no trouble at all. The younger one though... Mid twenties perhaps, unassuming in most respects, but he seemed unshaken by her presence. Either incredibly brave, or extremely foolhardy.

"Hello gentlemen." The woman said smoothly, her fingers on either hand twitching slightly as the micromovements began to set up the concentrated aerosol sprays of her toxins. "I don't suppose either of you could help me in setting up an account here?"

"Of course ma'am." The younger guard said, stepping forward and narrowing his eyes. "You'll just need to give me your name while we give a few people some phone calls." Fearless, as she'd suspected. But not foolish, he was fishing for information and trying to buy time. Anarkee had spent a long time cultivating the idea that she was mentally unstable, some kind of crazy person. If she truly were, this approach might have worked. He was smart. He could be useful. She twitched the fingers on her left hand again, clearing the prepared concoction and setting up a new one. He would be useful. For now.

"Of course, of course my good man!" She said with a wide grin, stepping forward and opening her arms. The older one stepped back, hand going to his belt, but the younger one waved him off. Probably thought he could talk her down. "First thing's first though: I feel a little outnumbered here." The pair tensed, likely getting ready to pounce. "Let me even the odds a bit."

Anarkee lunged forward, her left hand thrust out to grasp at the younger guard's face. A flick of the wrist triggered her toxin, a sharp hiss and a small cloud of particles the only clue that something was amiss. The younger guard coughed violently and staggered back as Anarkee shoved past him and leaped for the older guard, who barely had time to cry out before she was upon him, her right hand delivering its own custom payload. His was simple, little more than a basic Fear dose. He'd be cowering on the floor for hours, unable to do anything but jump at his own shadow. The younger one had gotten a more complicated dose. A base level of Lust, giving him a desire for her and to do as she asked; tempered with a touch of Apathy, so he wouldn't be too tempted to simply act on his basest desires and take what he wanted. Anarkee stood up and dusted herself off, turning to her guard as he began to pick himself up off the floor.

"Right darling, now follow me and shut up. Anyone tries to stop me, and you deal with them, understand?" A pair of puppy dog eyes and an eager nod confirmed her control over the poor boy, and the pair walked into the bank proper. A few nearby patrons turned to look at their arrival, giving a few double-takes and some worried whispering. Reaching into her coat, Anarkee pulled out a pair of Apathy bombs, tossing one into the small crowd and the other by the tellers windows. The glass may be bulletproof over there, but it couldn't filter out her toxins. A few cut off cries of panic and some dropped phone later, and the whole place took on a listless, zombie-like vibe.

Admiring her work, Anarkee smiled and turned to her new toy. "Right lovely, now why don't you open up the vault for me, and then empty out all the cash drawers and bring them to the vault. After that, gather everybody up in the lobby here, including your crying friend back at the entrance. Then you can come back and meet me in the vault." She said soothingly, reaching out and running the flat of one of her bladed fingers down his cheek. The guard nodded and set off, soon pulling one of the tellers out from behind her desk and taking a set of keys from her, and motioning for Anarkee to follow. A short jaunt down a well-secured hallway later, and Anarkee found herself face-to-face with the largest money-pile she had ever seen. Given the volume and clientele of this particular bank, it seemed to carry more money by orders of magnitude than most other banks would. She picked up a bundle of hundred dollar bills, and stepped closer to her unwitting helper, slipping it into his belt. "Let's call that a little bonus between us, for such a good job." She said with a wink before shooing him along to complete the rest of his tasks.

The purple-suited woman spent the next few minutes picking out a few appropriate bundles of green, swapping some in and out of their little paper bands so the numbers were no longer sequential, and making sure she avoided any dye packs. Money may simply be a social construct, but her contacts within the criminal underworld did like it ever so much, and it was a useful tool for getting things done. Then she reached deep into the recesses of her coat and removed another few toxin bombs. She had taken the liberty of preparing extra Greed grenades for this trip, and she nestled them on top of the pile lovingly. The she removed a bottle of lighter fluid from its hiding place near her bombs and began to douse the stack of money. She had a lighter ready too, but needed a few more moments to finish her work.

When her toy guard came back from his tasks, Anarkee waltzed back out to the lobby, pleased to find everyone lined up on their knees. That would make the next part of her plan much easier. A quick count of the customers, tellers, and guards let her compose her message, and she nodded, setting to work as she flexed her razor-tipped fingers. A few moments after that, shaking blood off her hands and pleased with the effectiveness of her Apathy bombs, Anarkee dragged her consort back to the vault.

"Oh my darling, you've done such good work for me today." She cooed, watching as he blushed at her compliments. "I'd love to take you with me and let you in on all my little secrets, but alas... Our time runs short, and you're the last letter I need." She said, mock sadness filling her voice. "You're quite lucky, really. Were I any of the other crazed lunatics running through this city in a mask, I'd give you a big speech about how you're my 'Chosen One' here to 'Spread my word to the masses'. But I'm not crazy, dear. No no, though you're going to bear my mark, I know that's all it is. A mark. A symbol. And symbols only have the power you give them. I wonder what power you'll give me...?" The woman mused before reaching out with her clawed gloves again.

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With her bloodied hands full of Greed grenades, and trailing a cloud of billowing smoke behind her, Anarkee stepped out of the hall and back into the lobby. She tossed the grenades and watched as the effects began to take hold. Life came back to her victims bloodied faces, their eyes squinting and filling with envy. They stared shiftily at each other, their newly deformed visages seemingly ignored for now.

"Attention, Gotham City parasites! All your lovely, lovely cash that you've spent your entire lives cultivating, is in the open vault behind me!" Anarkee cried, getting the attention of every shifty-eyed vulture in the room. As one they rose to their feet, each vying for a position where they could sprint past the others and get as much as their grubby little claws could grab. "Unfortunately, you'll have to be quick!" Anarkee continued, a grin on her face. "Because the pile is currently the source of that lovely smelling smoke behind me, and will smoulder to ashes in no time at all!" The crowd broke in a roar, the stamping of feet almost drowning out the cries of pain as some of them trampled the others underfoot like a nightmare of a Black Friday as the gathered worms rushed to the flaming pyre to excess in the vault. Anarkee sighed with contentment as she heard the cries and wails of pain and the crackling of flames behind her as she headed for a back exit, content now to simply melt away into the darkness.

A police report on the incident would show that those trampled were the lucky ones. They had mostly avoided the fire. The others had burned, though a few survived. Notably, a young security guard was mostly unharmed, though his story would be less than helpful, and doctors at the hospital would recommend him to a series of psychiatrists to help him through his difficulties. All told there were 20 victims. 12 dead, 4 badly burned, 3 trampled, and all survivors mentally broken. $1,600,000 was lost. And one cryptic and grizzly cypher left behind, carved into the faces of the victims.

Message letters and clues

AaceeGghinrrstvW. One Anarchy symbol, possibly used as a third 'A', carved into the face of the mostly-unharmed young guard. One Grim symbol. Two unmarked faces, possibly symbolizing spaces between words, indicating a three-word sentence.

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March 8, 5:35 Pm PST
Sunspot Cafe, Coast City

@Crazytazer

Jessie headed back to her computer setup, waiting impatiently for another signal from inside the base as she got another ted be interesting. Jessie debated for just a moment before reaching into her backpack and pulling out a connector, plugging her goggles, still concealed in her backpack, into her computer. This way she wouldn't miss a signal while she checked out this new clue. Jessie focused on her phone, sending her mind out to trace back the signal from Ezras, just as she had done the day they had discovered each others secrets. It was easy to find, and she could feel a physical connection between his phone and what she assumed was the stolen one. That was good, she wouldn't have trace another wireless signal.

Getting into the DEO agent's phone was simple, all she had to do was tell the password block that it had received the correct password, and she was in. Cell phone security was only so advanced compared to the stuff that was likely in the lab systems. Made you wonder why they issued cell phones at all. A lot of it was to be expected, phone calls to and from what she assumed was the office, text conversations with coworkers, a chatting app that was likely unmonitored so they could gossip on company time, pretty standard stuff. There was, however, an app that appeared to be a custom DEO one. Jessie could see shift assignments, guard patrols, access points... A detailed map of the base! And an unused string, which appeared to be some kind of prototype keycard app. It wasn't finished, but Jessie thought as long as she could get her hands on one keycard, she could probably tie it to the phone, so they could open doors remotely.

Jessie snapped out of her connection and began typing at her phone screen, sending a new message to Ezra. "Good shit on there, got a map and all the shift changes. If we can get a keycard too, I might be able to rig up a way to open doors for us." Pressing send and nodding to herself, Jessie turned her attention to her computer to see if anything had come in.

Judas. Prototype core. Quarantine server near lab. Last message, discovery probability rising

Sitting straighter in her seat, Jessie reread the message from her mysterious source. Prototype core in a server? Was this Judas an AI? But it had seemed so real, so desperate... If it was an AI, it was beyond anything she had ever seen. That alone was worth looking into, even if Ezra hadn't had his own reasons for coming here. If they could get Judas out, convince it to work with them, the things they could achieve were almost beyond comprehension! Jessie needed that core, and began typing another message to Ezra.

"PRISONER UPDATE, IT'S AN AI I THINK. SUPER ADVANCED, I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT WAS AI TILL IT OLD ME. WE NEEEEEED TO RESCUE IT, IT'S AMAZING"

March 13, 1:00 AM EST
Gotham City Stadium, Gotham City

@Blazion

The red dripped down the painted brick walls making up the outside of the stadium, illuminated only by the dull glow of the street lamps. With a few large brushstrokes encircling the uppercase A's, transforming them into anarchy symbols, the well-dressed white-faced woman stepped back, admiring her handiwork. She had half-expected to be interrupted by much more than the hapless security stooge lying in a pool of his own blood, but it seemed as though the security enforcement of the city had better things to do with their time than investigate reports of a strange woman painting with blood after her spray can ran out of paint. No matter. The message was clear, and would reach its intended target soon enough. As a final measure, Anarkee stepped back up to the body of the guard and shoved him a bit, planting a pressure-release fear/anger toxin bomb underneath his corpse. Mixing the concoctions produced a less strong effect than either a Terror or a Rage bomb, but the combination of the two was still interesting, and the blast would likely be large enough to affect anyone within twenty feet or so. Turning a garden spotlight to highlight her work, Anarkee stepped away, satisfied with her nights work, and the writing on the wall with a crude drawing Grim's wolf head symbol.

BEWARE the rise OF the GRAVES

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March 8, 3:15 PM PST
Satomi Towers, Coast City

@Ceta de Cloyes

Jessie turned to Ezra as he plugged his phone into their computer bank and began to speak excitedly, she had learned over the past couple months to expect his sneaky entrances and had conditioned herself to not be startled by him. She stared at the computer screen he was using, watching in fascination as a map popped up with various pinpoints in major cities and smaller byways. Even one right here in the city, probably no more than an hour or two to walk, much less if they were flying. Jessie leaned closer, jabbing at the red dot over Coast City as she spoke. "So Benji came through, huh? That's what we need right there, practically an open invitation."

Jessie looked at Ezra curiously as he began to bumble his way through a half-formed plea for her help. It almost sounded as though he didn't think she'd actually go through with it, or that she'd back out and try to take some kind of smaller role. It was almost adorable, if a little bit insulting. Jessie shook her head and chuckled, reaching down to her goggles on the desk in front of her and slipping them on, the display lighti9ng up as Lightning Bug adjusted them to her head and looked at her alien friend. "I made a promise when we started this. And breaking into a shady government agency to find out some X-Files shit about who's hunting aliens and why? That sounds like a show I wouldn't miss for the world." She said with a grin, smacking Ezra's arm playfully.

March 8, 5:30 PM PST

Sunspot Cafe, down the street from secret DEO headquarters, Coast City

@Crazytazer

Jessie set up her laptop in a quiet corner of the internet cafe, checking to make sure her gear was still safely in her backpack. She would have loved to rush in guns blazing to this base, but Ezra had been adamant that they at least check out the area first. He had a point, it seemed almost too easy to have found such a close base to their location, they didn't want to walk into a trap. But Jessie wanted to be ready regardless. Jessie opened up a small window on her computer, as well as loading up a few decoy programs; IP blockers, proxies, hackertyper in case anyone was spying on her, things like that. Then the real work began. Using the laptop to extend her senses through the wifi network of the shop, Jessie slowly began making connections to the nearby security cameras on the street. That would give her a good view of the street layout around the building before she tried to push farther in. She didn't expect to get very far, a secret government agency would likely have firewalls and precautions in place to prevent all kinds of attacks, even from unorthodox sources such as herself. But hopefully she could get an idea of what the security looked like while--

Help

Jessie gasped and winced, her cyber attacks and connections stopping as her mind was assaulted by a foreign presence. She was still only trying to interface with local cameras, she hadn't even touched the facility yet. Were they tied into the surrounding grid? What the hell was 'help' supposed to mean?!

Trapped

Jessie looked around the coffee shop, trying to see if someone, no matter how impossible, might be playing some kind of trick on her. Nothing. Hipsters and coffee. New age music. Laptops on a shared network with shitty privacy settings, but none of them attempting to reach out to her. Which left just the direction of the DEO base. Jessie was ready for it now.

Help

Jessie's mind snapped around the transmitted word like a steel trap. It was a signal, transmitted through a few different mediums. Radio, power line, short range wifi. Jessie could feel the echos reverberating through the web, and she grabbed her backpack and ducked into the bathroom. Pulling out her goggles and settling them over her eyes, Jessie was pleased to see a text box appearing to the left of her vision, displaying the message as well. Her goggles were on an open receiver, easier to interface with that way, and they had intercepted the message. With the signal in her head, and in her goggles, Jessie though she might be able to trace it back to the source...

It was coming from the DEO base, that was sure. Security was tight on the network, they were likely monitoring everything on every computer in the place. But that's where the weakness was too. When you're searching everything for anything, some things can slip through. And where a message got out... Another could punch in. An unused dead-end in the network, a brief connection that had been made then lost. It would be a simple enough matter to connect again, and see exactly what was pushing words into her brain...

Who are you? What are you? Where? Jessie pushed her thoughts back towards the source, compressing her thoughts into a small file and opening the connection to the dead-end terminal for a brief moment, just long enough to push the file through before backing out of the system completely. It was crowded and dangerous in there. She'd keep monitoring the airwaves for now, but she didn't like the thought of going back into that system without needing to.

Jessie pulled out her phone and began to text Ezra again, he was close by doing his own scouting. Something's in there. Made contact with me through the computer, talked into my brain. Trying to find out more. This is the place.

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From the desk of GCPD Comissioner Nick Drayson. Classified information, unsolved case file: Anarkee, Street level: Powerhouse

Superhero/villain Name: Anarkee
Civilian Name: Unknown
Origin city/Planet: Unknown
Hometown: Gotham
Sex: Female
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170 lbs
Age: Unknown, presumed to be mid-30's
Birth Date: Unknown, presumed to be 1980's
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Costumed Appearance: A clean, well-tailored purple suit in a pinstripe style, with a blue vest underneath. On the back of the suit jacket are a pair of painted on, red angel wings. She wears black gloves with several gold and silver rings over them, and black sneakers with a steel toe. Her hair is dyed a multitude of different colors, from red to black to blue to green, with streaks of mixed colors running through, and her hair is usually tied in a loose bun. Her face is white, due to paint or some kind of condition is unknown, though she has a red anarchy symbol painted over her face as well.

Civilian Appearance: Unknown, possible she does not have a civilian persona.

Icon:

Anarchy

Costumed Personality: Anarkee seems to live for chaos. Her motto in life is "We all die anyway, so live while you have the chance.". She hates social norms, and the unspoken 'social contracts' that govern most of the civilized world. She actively rebels against governments and laws unless she wants something from them, and would encourage others to do the same if they would just wake up from their goddamned programming and think for themselves for once in their miserable lives. Anarkee has no regard for personal property, and little regard for material wealth, viewing money as a means to an end at best, and a limiting construct built by the government to control the populace at worst. She will speak her mind, even when nobody around wants to hear it, and isn't afraid of doing whatever it takes to get what she wants. Even if all she wants is a pack of gum. On a good day, Anarkee could be content with some petty vandalism and theft, but on a bad day could try to enact a plan to wipe out the entire eastern seaboard. The problem is, those days are often the same day.

Civilian Personality: Unknown, possible there is no disconnect between Anarkee's costumed personality and any other personality.

Super abilities:

-Skills:
--Peak Mental Conditioning: Through unknown means, Anarkee has trained herself to the highest form of intellect the human mind is capable of. She is therefore immune to most types of mental probing and emotional influence, and is capable of manipulating and pushing her will on weak-willed individuals, making them help her as if it were their idea
--Chemical Immunity: Due to various paranoias and obsessions, Anarkee has spent years developing immunities and tolerances to most natural and manmade drugs, poisons, and toxins. She can stand in the midst of her own gas bombs and be unaffected.
--Local knowledge: Anarkee has spent a long time studying the people, places, and societies of Gotham City, and she knows it all like the back of her hand. Every street, alley, sewer tunnel, and rooftop is like an old friend to her, and she has a close understanding of GCPD's techniques and crimefighting styles.

-Powers: Anarkee has a latent ability to sense the emotions of people around her. She can use this to detect people through walls and to find deep desires, hopes, or fears. She also possesses a limited ability to boost those emotions to uncontrollable levels, though only for a single target at a time. For the most part, she chooses to forego her powers unless as a last resort.

-Gadgets:
--Emotional toxin bombs: Anarkee has developed a type of gas which manifests strong emotions when inhaled, and carries small vials of these concentrated gasses with her. She can induce rage, terror, euphoria, apathy, and many more emotions depending on which version of the toxin she uses. Often she will use them to start a riot, or create a distraction, or if she simply feels bored.
--Concentrated release vents: Built into the linings of her gloves are a set of valves which can release a dose of her gas bombs in a limited scope, but much higher dosage. At these levels, anyone affected by them becomes uncontrollable, as their higher brain functions shut down due to over stimulation and animal instinct takes over.
--Disguise kit: Anarkee has become adept at disguising her gadgets as harmless pranks, making her toxin bombs look like easter eggs, or birthday presents. Using a small set of tools and whatever is nearby, Anarkee can make her 'gifts' nearly invisible.

-Weapons:
--Weaponized boots and gloves: Anarkee has knives built into the soles of her shoes which extend with a kick. She has also built small razors into the fingertips of her gloves which are always extended.
--Toxin bomb launcher: Anarkee has built a gun-like device capable of launching her toxin bombs over 100 feet, which then detonate on impact.
--Rocket Hammer: Slung across her back, Anarkee carries a large mallet with an explosive charge on either side of the head. These charges detonate when they hit something with force, creating a miniature explosion capable of smashing through most walls or flipping cars.

Civilian Occupation: Unknown, possible she does not have a civilian occupation.

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Character History/Origin: Much of Anarkee's life is a big question mark. It is unknown where she came from, what she did, who she used to be, or really anything else about her past. What is known is that One year ago she arrived in Gotham declaring herself the "Angel of Anarchy". Since then she had been involved in several heists, robberies, kidnappings, gang-related activities, and just about anything else. Strangely, in most cases the things she takes and the people she abducts turn up in one form or another. Objects and money are usually vandalized beyond repair, and her abductees are generally traumatized and it is estimated it will take years of therapy for them to reach normal society again. Those few who remember how to speak have relayed that she told them over and over: "It's not about you, or the things, or the money. It's about the fear. The anger. The chaos. It's anarchy. That's the payoff." One subject, in a particularly lucid moment, described an event during his time with Anarkee in which she saw a report on the masked vigilante Grim, and had what can only be described as a temper tantrum, ranting about "This other agent of chaos bringing order instead of anarchy, working outside of society to uphold it, that hypocrit!" It is suspected that Anarkee holds some type of grudge towards the vigilante Grim, and may be plotting some kind of confrontation.

Optional information
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Nemesis: Grim
Allies:
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March 8, 2:45 PM, PST
Coast City(?) USA

Lightning Bug stood still with her eyes closed, smiling softly to herself as she felt the wind whip her hair across her face. She was dressed in her full costume for the first time since she had put all the parts together, and she wanted to savor the moment. Not that she planned on doing anything particularly special, apart from the test flight she was conducting of her tech and the costume itself. No no, this was simply a stress test, and an added layer of disguise in case someone somehow spotted her. She had taken to wearing elements of the costume after her and Ezra's first few hits on the cities ATMs, figuring that someone wearing goggles and a full cloak would be harder to find than a girl with her face and regular clothes on display. So far it had worked, though security footage had begun to surface of herself. Nobody seemed to suspect Jessica Beedle though, and that was the important part.

Lightning Bug shifted a bit as the wind picked up, bringing a chill to the air that cut through the early spring warmth. Maybe it was time to head in, the test had been going well so far. Jessie looked up and opened her eyes, her smile widening to a grin as she set her eyes on the city, laid out below her. Jessie looked down then (Or up?) at the metallic disc pulsing with energy that her heavy boots were anchored to. After her talk with Ez in the burger shop months prior, the two had begun designing a way for Jessie to fly in their spare time. It was quickly decided that a flight suit was out of the question, as the time, energy, and materials it would require to build that was out of their grasp. But then Ezra had hit upon an idea. Hover technology was standard in a lot of Ghol devices, and with added microthrusters one could conceivably build a working hoverboard.

And so they did.

Hoverboard techobabble

Ezra had designed and built the power supply and actual propulsion tech, while Jessie had worked on the software end of things, wiring it into her existing goggle subroutines. They had then collaborated on the safety features and finishing of the device. The result was a work of art, as far as Jessie was concerned. The whole thing was driven by an ecto-crystal that Ezra had produced. There had been some concern early on about using it as the power source, as it could apparently be used for so many other things that something like this could be seen as a waste. However, between the fact that Ezra could produce more over time, and that those other uses were pretty far off down the technological pipeline, they had eventually decided to use the crystal until they had a better use for it. Next was the hoverdrive and microthuster control and propulsion. Together, the pair had brilliantly tied the steering and speed of the device to respond to the riders micromovements, instead of being directly controlled by a wheel or eye trackers in her goggles. The board was capable of flying at heights of up to 500 feet (So far), and at speeds of up to 40 MPH. Not as fast as Echo or that Lady Arcana girl, but a start. As for the safety features, the board itself had a powerful electromagnet in it that would connect to a pair of loadstones Jessie installed in the soles of her boots. The board also had a weak internal dampening field so that Jessie could fly it at strange angel or high speeds and not be affected by vertigo or lose anything important she happened to be carrying. The electromagnet in the board also would hook up to a pack on Jessie's back, currently hidden under her cloak, so that she could sling the board over her shoulder and not worry about losing it. It had a 'compact mode' of sorts, where it would retract it's stabilizers and thrusters and fold up to about half its normal size to be carried more easily. Finally, 'Repulsor Mode'. In case of dire emergencies, such as Jessie falling unconscious or some catastrophic failure, the hoverboard would activate its emergency gyroscope, balancing in an upright position before activating magnetic repulsor technology. This allowed the board to hover about a foot off the ground, saving the rider from going 'SPLAT'. This mode could also be activated consciously, if the rider wished to travel by 'ground' instead of free flying.

Lightning Bug shifted her weight and felt the hoverboard react, flipping her back into an upright position. The young girl shook her head, her ears ringing from the sensation of her blood rushing out of her head and back to where it belonged. She angled downwards and let out a joyful holler as she went into a free-fall, the wind rushing through her hair and past her face, her cloak billowing out behind her. For not the first time, Lightning Bug was grateful for her goggles, as she knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate with her eyes drying out from the winds. Crouching down slightly, she urged the board to go faster, the city growing larger as she approached, the buildings filling her vision. Soon, Lightning Bug was descending into an open public square, screaming over the heads of amazed and horrified onlookers as she soared past.

Leaning into a turn, Lightning Bug whipped around a fountain and flew down a main road. The streets went by in a blur of motion, within minutes she was passing the CCU campus, blowing a raspberry in the window of a particularly annoying professor before arcing up and over the building and heading up to a good vantage point. Several people had seen her by now, she was sure of that. And as intoxicating as this was, as exhilarating as showing off her skills and smarts made her feel, Lightning Bug knew she couldn't track anyone back to their hideout. Luckily, she had discovered that as long as the hoverboard was connected to her, she could teleport with it, and a few short hops later, Lightning Bug found herself on the roof of Ezra's apartment building. Deactivating the boot magnets with a quick eye movement, Jessie stepped off the board and reached down, grabbing it out of the air and slinging it onto her back which sent it into compact mode.

Fishing the key to the maintenance shed out of her pocket, Jessie slipped inside, landing heavily into her wheely chair she had moved over and scooting over to the small bank of laptops she and Ezra had set up. Some of them were working out programming, interfacing human programming languages with the Ghol technology, some of them were monitoring metahuman references in the news, there was a program dedicated to finding potential references to herself and Ezra so they could do some damage control of need be, and finally there was a small system set up to monitor ghost hunting websites. After learning a bit more about the ectoplasmic energy source, Jessie had drawn a parallel to ghost stories and hauntings. IF even one of those turned out to be true, it was possible that the pair could find a way to create a breach into a theorized fold in space/time, a pocket dimension of pure ectoplasmic energy. IF they could do that, they'd never need to worry about power again...

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December 3, 11:15 AM PST
CCC, Coast City

@Ceta de Cloyes

Jessie walked into the burger joint a few minutes after Ezra had arrived, hauling her now-overloaded backpack over her shoulder. She had skipped the rest of her morning classes and gone out to get a few things that she thought were needed for their experiments. As it turned out, 'a few things' quickly spiraled into 'needing another trip to the ATM because she had spent two grand on electronics'. So now her backpack was full to bursting with brand new toys and components, and also a fair amount of cash for safekeeping. A quick scan of the restaurant showed Ezra by the window on his laptop, using the sun to hide his complexion and glowing eyes probably. Jessie booked it up to the counter and quickly ordered her food, which ended up amounting to three burgers and a small bucket of fries. The amount of electrical energy that her body produced had to come from somewhere, and she had figured out years ago that part of it came from her caloric intake, she burned fat cells to convert into electricity.

After waiting a few minutes for her food and confirming that her order was correct, Jessie carried her tray and hauled her backpack over to the window table and sat across form Ezra breathlessly. "Hey! There you are!" She said with a grin as she set the food down and tucked her backpack under the table. Jessie dug her phone out of her pocket and opened up the bookmarked pages on her news app as she sat down, sliding the phone across so Ezra could see. Photos of the metahuman and suspected metahuman activity plastered across the news. The purple lighting-bolt lady floating with a burning city behind her. The Nazi she was fighting levitating over buildings. This new guy, 'Superman' landing next to news reporters. She leaned across the table closer to Ezra and lowered her voice, making sure nobody was around to hear. "They can all fly. You can fly. Why the hell can't I? I wanna fly. Can we add that to the list, some kind of flight suit?" She asked with a joking wink. Well, maybe half-joking. She really did want to fly, but at this point they were still experimenting with the technology, the pair of students was likely far off from being able to build a working prototype of anything apart from small gadgets.

"Dude, you have to upgrade that piece of junk you have." Jessie said, changing gears as she leaned back in her chair and motioning to Ezra's old laptop. "That's no good for anything, it's been obsolete for years. No way it'll stand up to the kind of stress our projects will put it through." She said, not caring if anyone could hear now. She thought that was discreet enough that nobody would suspect them, and the thing was old and slow anyway, nothing she said was untrue. "Fortunately for you..." She continued, reaching under the table and digging into her backpack. "Someone just hit the jackpot today, and decided to help outfit the group so things run a bit smoother!" She said with glee as she produced a brand-new laptop, the protective plastic film still clinging to it. She had gone to her tech guy, over in the Grove district; that's where most of the day had gone so far, as well as the cash. The beefiest, most powerful machine he had available, now all hers... Well, Ezra's now... Hers was on the way.

"This is what I wanted to talk about." She said, her voice becoming quieter again as she slid the new laptop across to her friend. "We have a cashflow problem. Well, and an energy problem, but that's not something I can help with, your stuff doesn't like electricity much... But cash, we need. We need parts, chips, components, capacitors, computers, and unless you're ready to slap on a mask and hold up an electronics store, we need to get it all legitimately. And that, my friend... Is where this comes in." Jessie slowly reached into her backpack one more time and pulled out a thick stack of bills, setting on the table behind the laptop to obscure it from the rest of the restaurant. "We have to be able to live, too. Unless you want to abandon planet and go float with the stars, we need money for food. Clothes. We need to go out like this, look like normal people. You need hair dye constantly. You could certainly do with decorating you place some more. This..." She said, sliding the stack of bills towards him. "Is the answer to all those questions. I figured something out this morning. ATMs have really bad internal security. I can just tell them to give the green away. Plus, it's insured. We can do this, man. We don't have to worry about money ever again, we just... Go to the ATM whenever we need extra cash. Whenever we need anything That's two grand right there, and it's all for you Ezra. That's your share. How's that sound to you?"