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(@Almost completely written by @Abefroeman who is an amazing collaborator and partner.)

King's Landing

My name is Maester Elwyn, a humble recorder of history. It has fallen unto me and my apprentices to retell the events of the past two years, the moments of joy and happiness, as well as the less sorid and ideal events. This retelling, as to the best of my memory, evidence, and fellow review of the Citadel, is the true summary of the following events: the Stepstones Rebellion, the return of The Vulture King, The Reynes and The Gardners, the Sparrows and the Faith Militant, the Hill Tribes of the Vale, and union of the Dragon and the Lion, the marriage of Crown Prince Aemon Targaryen to the fair maiden, Lady Myrcella Lannister.

To truly understand the aftermath of the rebellious movements that wrecked so much havoc upon the realm, one must look back to the events preceding these violent uprisings against the Iron Throne. The Stepstones had long been a haven for malcontents and criminals, pirates, slavers, warlords large and small. So, to no surprise, when these quarelsome islands were annexed by decree and order of King Aegon "Jon" Targaryen and Queen Danaerys Targaryen, they immediately began to chafe beneath what they saw as a foreign oppressor. For years there were small uprisings, a lord here, a small flotilla of pirates, peseants there, sellswords wreaking havoc, and so on. To the benefit of the Iron Throne, these isolated and scattered acts of defiance, were little more than a nuisance that was left to the oversight of the Lord Paramount of the Stepstones, Aurane Velaryon. Yet, it was this festering unrest that culminated in the rise of the man dubbing himself the Scorpion King.

As of this moment we do not know his true name, nor his origins. Some say he is a scion of the overthrown House Vunatis, an infamous bloodline of pirate lords. Others say he is a corsair's bastard who rose to build his own fleet. What can be known for sure is that this man rallied and cobbled together a massive coalition of rebel lords, pirate captains, sellsword companies, and anti-Targaryen sentimentals to pose a grave danger to the Crown. The Scorpion King bided his time for three years, coordinating small isolated pockets of malcontent to draw attention away from the true threat, keeping Lord Velaryon and his peace-keeping forces constantly running from one end of the Stepstones to the other. This tactic allowed the Scorpion King to strike when the realm least suspected it, on the night of Crown Prince Aemon Targaryen's wedding to Lady Myrcella Lannister.

At the same time, in the rugged mountains that separated Dorne and the Stormlands, arose no less of a threat, another Vulture King. This Stone Dornishman raised a sizeable rebel army in open defiance of the Crown. No longer would he or his people pay taxes or kneel before the Iron Throne. Numbering thousands strong, if not tens of thousands, The Vulture King raided and attacked regions sorrounding the mountains of his rebel kingdom. Perhaps he thought himself safe in the treachorous mountain passes and tops, or he believed he could truly secure independence, all the same, he ellicited a response from the Iron Throne that would ultimately spell his doom.

However, these two rebel kings were not the only threats to the Crown. At first we believed the isolated and sporadic attacks in the Westerlands and the Reach to be the typical petty banditry, outlaws and brigands mere steps ahead of the law. Much to the suprise of many, two long though extinct Houses arouse from their ashes, or so they claimed. House Gardner, the former Kings of the Reach, and House Reyne, once powerful lords of Castemere, each claimant leading well organized, equipped, and trained forces seeking to reclaim their lost lands and titles. More interestingly, was the stark contrast between these rebels and those of the Stepstones and the Dornish Mountains. Lords Reyne and Gardner led almost an honorable force of bandits or rebels. They killed only in combat, only when forced to, they raided supply trains and military payrolls, even some reports stating them helping the smallfolk, and above all else, treated any prisoners with respect and dignity. Theses rebels, much to the irritation of House Tyrell, House Lannister, and the Iron Throne, still roam free and uncaptured. This is speculation, but I believe there to be House within each region who are sympathetic to the causes of these two resurgent Houses.

Sadly, this is not the end of the troubles of the realm. Much to the ire of many among the Faith of the Seven upon Queen Danareys ascension to the Iron Throne, she allowed the practice of the foreign faiths from across the Narrow Sea in open earnest. With our most benevolent Queen, came tens of thousands of refugees and followers from Essos, most if not all of whom worshiped gods other than the Divine Seven. Even with the signing of the Defenders of Sacred Grounds edicts by the Iron Throne, which ensured the Iron Throne's protection of holy sites, septs, and pilgrims with the creation of the Order of Knights Paladin, tensions remained a sore point of contention in more rural regions of the Realm. The Riverlands in particular, among a few other outlying counties and expanses of land, has seen violence between fanatical Sparrows and Essosi settlers, grisly massacres committed in the name of the Seven. House Tully has been charged to end the unrest, but thus far, even after two years of searching, the fanatics still hary the realm.

All these events came to a head on a what was meant to be a most joyous celebration. The Scorpion King sent his regards to the king and queen, which from what can be collaborated, was the severed head of an envoy the Crown had sent to the Stepstones. The Scorpion King's messanger would lose his own head that day, for they say King Aegon drew his blade moments later to relieve the pirate of his head in retaliation. And all the while, the true threat crept closer. After the days festivities were completed, the Crown Prince and new princess had retired for the night, a sinister surprise attack was launched upon King's Landing. Spearheaded by what reports call horribly mutilated, abominations, and all sorts of criminal filth, the Scorpion King tried to assasinate the Crown Prince and the princess. The attack lasted over two hours, and left hundreds dead. War... war had finally broken out, and there would be no going back.

It took three weeks to rally the armies of the Iron Throne, in that time, the Stepstones burned, the Dornish Mountains bled, and the Crown gathered its strength to once and for all crush those that would dare oppose it. Lords and knights, great and small, along with tens of thousands of men-at-arms, began a long arduous campaign of justice and bloodshed. The Royal forces were split in two, some 20,000 placed under the command of Ser Gendry Baratheon, Master of War, and Lord Commander Garlan Tyrell of the Order of the Green Hand, charged with routing the Vulture King in the Mountains of Dorne. Another 35,000 under the command of Crown Prince Aemon sailed for the Stepstones to end the threat of the Scorpion King once and for all. These two campaigns would bleed the realm, leaving behind devestation and death.

The first campaign to end was that of Crown Prince Aemon's, lasting little over seven months. Of the 35,000 sent to retake the Stepstones, 10,000 never returned, a testament of the threat a determined for like the Scorpion King presented. Entire islands were devestated, sometimes their entire population dead or having fled. The sheer brutality of this rebel uprising unlike any seen since that of Maelys the Monstorous, or perhaps that of Maegor the Cruel. What can be said with certainty is that over 25,000 rebels perished fighting the Royal army, with the Scorpion King himself slain in the final battle, yet not before he personally slew Lord Monterys Velaryon, Lord Aurane's nephew and Lord of the Tides and a host of noble knights and lordlings perished in the fighting. Perhaps it is poetic justice that this great despoiler and criminal was slain by none other than Crown Prince Aemon himself. With the death of the Scorpion King, in that final battle, the rebel fleet and ground forces soon into chaos, scattering, sinking, dying, turning from what seemed like a rebel victory to an all out rout. Though, even this victory may not be absolute, for the exiled Dagon Pyke, the Black Kracken slipped away during the chaos with a sizable force, fleeing further into the Eastern Seas, and, from multiple accounts, a female of great beauty, a princess some say, also managed to escape with her own fleet, disappearing into a storm raging north of the battle. It took another month to force the surrender of the few remaining holdouts, but few can say that the Iron Throne did not crush the rebels and ensure its dominion over the Stepstones.

The campaign in the Dornish mountains was no less arduous than that of the Stepstones. Of the 20,000 men marched into those dry, arid rocky mountains, 7,500 would not return. Those who experienced the campaign firsthand tell of fanatical resistance, a hostile environment that killed its own share of men, and horrific beasts used by the Vulture King's forces. The battles, excluding sporadic skirmishes, numbered nine major conflicts, before the final tenth battle, in which the Vulture King was captured during the rout of his remaining forces at the battered ruins he had chosen to shelter in. Of the dead among the Royal forces, Ser Terrance Thorne of the Kingsguard died, along with Ser Merrel Florent of the Green Hand and other noble heroes. This victory, however, was nearly complete and absolute, none escaping the justice of the Iron Throne other than the Vulture King's sister, said to be a black-hearted sorceress. From start to finish, the Dornish Mountains were retaken in little over six months, granting peace to both Dorne and the Stormlands.

Yet, during these rebellions, all was not bleak for the realm. Lord Tyrion Lannister, Hand of the King, and Ser Mychel Arryn, Heir to the Vale, were able to achieve what no man or king before them ever could, winning the fealty of the Mountain Clans in the Vale of Arryn. Together through shrewd negotiation and no small amount of luck, the Mountain Clans now answer to Lord Robin Arryn, and through him, the Iron Thone, thus ending thousands of years of constant fear of raiding and violence. Furthermore, while this was underway, the Tully's in Riverrun made several important strides in defeating the renegade Sparrows who had so long plagued the Riverlands. At least two major safe havens for the Sparrow fanatics were found and cleansed of those vile murderers.

And thus, we are brought to the present. By Royal decree, a memorial and celebratory tournament has been announced, in honor of all who fought the enemies of the realm, those who survived, and for those that now forevermore serve the Seven. Lords and ladies, the great and small, gather before King's Landing, as one unified Kingdom, to celebrate their victory's, to honor the fallen and victorious dead, and in order to hail the first name day for Crown Prince Aemon and Princess Myrcella's first child, Prince Aegon Targaryen. The crowds roar and cheer on the fights and spectacles, they lavish love and happiness unto the Royal family, and above all, they relish the return to normalcy and prosperity that peace has brought.

The levy's have been sent home, no more do tax collectors hungrily roam the realm to collect funding for the war, fathers and mothers and children smile, and on this day, the sun shines bright and warm, a gentle breeze cooling all with a delicately gentle touch. Yet, in the shadows of this great day, this celebration of victory, still fester the blight and evil of Westeros. The Reyne and Gardner claimants, with their guerilla forces, still plague the Westerlands and the Reach respectively. Far to the North, words speak of a resurgent wildling King-beyond-the-Wall, rallying all those who forsook the protection of House Stark and the Iron Throne to his bloody cause. The militant Sparrows still clash with followers of foreign gods and the Freemen Brotherhood continue to rob and raid, troubling landed knights and small lords alike. Men, women, and children still disappear in the dark of night in the vastness of the countryside without a trace. In the east, wars have erupted between various factions in the name of conquest and plunder. And lastly, perhaps darkest and foulest of all, the growing rumors of a schsim within the Royal family, a rift that could even possibly spark another Dance of Dragons.

Only time will tell if House Targaryen and the Kingdoms of Westeros will continue to weather the storms that beset them, but at least for now the future of King Aegon and Queen Daenerys' line seems secure. And for those who have supported them in the past, their loyalties and fortunes will also doubtlessly be tested.
TWILIGHT

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MIRAGE

T H E S A N C T U A R Y

July 3rd, 2020 | Happy Harbour, Rhode Island - A post in collaboration with @Mistress Dizzy


Kassy inhaled. This was significant, because she'd spent the last minute or few holding her breath and being almost impossibly still. Even now, there was a little voice in her, screaming dontmovedontblinkdontbreathedontbe in an overwhelming cacophony. Her fear had gotten the better of her, and in the face of both Tachyus anger and Magnus’ blind rage, she'd gone back to her old habit. The room had quieted somewhat, though, and she blinked a few times upon looking up. Only Tachyus and Juno were left. She really should just leave. But her mouth opened of its own accord.

“I'm sorry. I really am, I didn't mean to be nasty! What I wanted to say was that destruction is easy, but building is hard and we're supposed to be the good guys, and I'm really sorry you were hurt, Tachyus, it could have been any of us, probably should have been me moving people away and getting hurt, and you fighting because you can actually fight and- and I'm sorry.” It all came tumbling out in a torrent of words, half mumbled as she made eye contact with a speck on the ground.

Juno was only party paying attention to Kassy, lost in thought after watching Magnus and the others leave. She had seen how enraged Magnus- no Fenrir, had been. In that moment, Magnus the man had been gone. There had only been Fenrir. The monster. Juno had looked into his eyes, saw what made someone human twist and churn into something infinitely primal and ferocious. A black hole of rage and fury, swallowing up all else. And Magnus had just barely pulled himself out of it. Perhaps if it hadn’t been for Steph, he would have lost it completely.

And then Juno would have had to fight Fenrir. In his enraged state, it would have been incredibly daunting. Juno didn’t know what the upper-limits of Fenrir’s power were, but she feared that in his bestial state she might not have been able to subdue him without severely injuring him or worse. And in that moment, Juno hadn’t been sure if she could have done that. Not after what happened with Leo and Intergang. That kind of uncertainty was almost wholly unfamiliar to the young hero. It made her a little afraid. It made her angry. Angry that she hadn’t been able to contain the situation, angry that her resolve had been frayed. And angry that everyone else had practically abandoned training.

The young hero was starting to think that this team they had really wasn’t one. And she began to cynically wonder when they’d rip themselves apart. If Fenrir didn’t do it first. That was the state of mind Kassy caught Juno in when the hero finally took full notice of the Atlantean and her apology. Juno only smiled ruefully and said, “Sometimes we all say things we don’t mean or say things without really thinking about it. Just don’t do it again. When you’re working with strong personalities like you do in this kind of work, miscommunication kills. Literally.”

“Yes. Of course. I should be more respectful of everyone’s strength.” She still had the look of someone ready to take off running, but she picked up her head. A ghost of a smile appeared on her face. “So… what was it you were going to train us on? As I’m sure you’re aware, I’m very behind everyone else. So if it’s not wasting your time to teach me, I’d like to learn.” Tachyus’s lack of response was weighing against her mind. She was certain that this would come back later. There would be retribution.

Juno smirked slightly and said, “Well I was going to try and train everyone a bit more in team-based tactics. That was our main deficiency in the fight today. But you’d need a whole team for that and apparently bacon is more important.” Stephanie may have stopped Magnus from a rampage, but Juno couldn’t help but be disappointed in her lack of decorum. She had expected better from a protege of the Batman. Then again, Andy was little better.

Not for the first time, Juno lamented the fact that there was a scarcity of trained professionals on the team. She’d have to change that, however long it took. She wasn’t going to let them drag her down to the B-list. Juno then said, “But since you’re here, I suppose I could teach you a bit of hand-to-hand combat. Powers are nice. But you need to know how to fight without them. Tell me, what kind of training do you have?”

Kassy shifted from foot to foot. “I have a little bit of training. The basics, don't punch with your thumb in, wrist held straight, that sort of thing. They said I'd never make it as a front line fighter, but apparently I'm good at defense. Taking blows.” An odd expression passed over her face, like a mix of humor and disgust. “I can grapple, too, and use my staff as a weapon if I needed to. Honestly, the king’s tutors were far more interested in my power more than anything else.” She smiled, but there wasn't a speck of joy in the expression. “I know I don't belong here. But I will try.”

Juno looked over Kassy with an appraising eye as she spoke. Not entirely hopeless then. She definitely didn’t belong here as she was. But at least she knew that and wanted to do better. That Juno could respect. Maybe they could make something out of her yet. Juno said, “Well you’re better than a raw rookie then. Tachyus is probably more an expert at grappling and staff-work then I’d be, but I could definitely help you out with the fundamentals. Whatever your tutors said about it before, forget it. Anyone can be a holy terror in the right circumstances. Dinah can probably help you out further, being an MMA champion and all. But let’s get you started.”
Juno’s hands became covered by glowing pads, and she extended them before her towards Kassy, “Let me see how you hit. Go ahead, go wild.”

Kassy sighed, looking at Juno’s hands with a moue of discomfort. She flexed and shook her hands, then formed fists. Then she punched. The form was right, she looked sturdy, and there was nothing particularly wrong with her strikes at first glance. Her form was set and very sturdy, her feet firmly planted. But as Kassy punched again and again, building rhythm, something would become very clear. Kassy was hesitating just before the point of impact, never hitting at full strength. There was concentration on her face, and she seemed to be trying. After about twenty punches, she exhaled and looked down.
“So. Tell me the worst.”

Juno replied with a thoughtful expression on her face, “Not too bad Kassy. Decent power, decent speed. Room for improvement, certainly, but nothing you can’t work on. You have the basics down at least. Once we get further along, you’ll need to make sure you can be light on your feet too, not just as firm as a rock. But there is one thing. You have a… strong frame. You can hit a lot harder than that. Easily. It’s not a question of physicality. It’s a question of mentality. You’re holding yourself back. And on the topic of the mind, you’re thinking too much. Concentration is good. But you have to be able to rely on your instincts, to act quickly and decisively.”

Juno continued, “It’s a difficult balance to be sure, but one that has to be maintained. There’s no room for hesitation or doubt in a fight. You get that into your head, and it doesn’t matter how strong, or skilled, or fast you are. You’re already dead. You, your teammates, and civilians.” In some ways Juno saw a bit of herself in Kassy, from the very early days, before she had fully committed to this life. She had been hesitant at first. She had been afraid even. But she had learned and adapted quickly. She had to. And so would Kassy.

Kassy kept her gaze down at the beginning, but slowly started to look up. It looked like she was actually taking in what Juno said. “You… you really think I can do better, don’t you?” She exhaled, slow, closing her eyes. “I really don’t want to actually hurt anyone. Not even the people we fight. I suppose I’m weak like that. But at the same time, I would let myself be hurt before anyone else. So…” She stood firm again. “So I just have to say that… if I don’t fight, someone I care for, someone important will suffer. I don’t like that.” She breathed out, and indicated for Juno to raise her fists again.

Juno nodded, understanding of how Kassy felt. She had felt the same way once. Long ago. Or was it? Juno had been a hero, or trained to be one, for more than half her life, but sometimes she forget that she technically wasn’t even old enough to drink yet. Sometimes she wondered how different things would have been. Juno shrugged it off. Kassy’s confusion was bad enough. The last thing anyone needed was for one of the only veterans to be confused too. Instead Juno replied, “Of course you can. Everyone can do better. You think I started off where I am now? No, I get here by hard work. Well, hard work and teaching, and really good genetics, and- but you get the point. Everyone in this business starts off somewhere, but they last because they keep working at it. So can you.”

“And I get not wanting to hurt people, even villains. It’s part of the code that people like Kal-El and those in his generation instilled in us. But that code also means being able to do what’s necessary to protect the people. If a hero can help it, then nobody needs to get hurt. But if they have to, make sure it’s them before you or those you’re protecting. That’s the dedication that the world needs to be protected. It’s the sacrifice that we need to make, our own comfort and our own trepidations, that we need to give up in order to protect them.” Those were words that Juno had heard from her mother, and others from the old guard all her life. She believed in them. Perhaps Kassy would too.

“Okay. Okay. I can do this.” She started up, the same as before. But now she was focused, and she knew it was just the same. Her mind started in. Weakling. Failure. Her hands faltered, almost losing the rhythm. You don’t belong here. Give up. Go home. Someone worthy should have your place. Her strikes were starting to get stronger, but her hands were shaking. Why did you ever think you could do this? She was right. She was right! You should have just-

Kassy inhaled and struck at full force, hissing as she executed a neat one-two, stepping back and weaving away from an invisible strike, then hitting again, hard. “She’s wrong…” There was something dark in her eyes, and there was a sudden absence of hesitation in her movement.

Juno’s eyes widened in surprise as she blocked the punches from striking her right in the face, just barely. She had sensed that something wasn’t quite right with Kassy. But now it was undeniable. Kassy was somewhere else, and it wasn’t a nice place. Internally, Juno sighed. The second time in less than half an hour where one of her teammates was having a freakout. Another part of her was curious. Curious where this was coming from. Who is the she, Kassy was talking about?

The rest of her was concerned. Kassy may have been the least dangerous member of the team, but living among metahumans had taught Juno that even the most unassuming metas could still be more lethal than a rifle company. She couldn’t underestimate Kassy. Especially when she wasn’t in her right mind. Who knew what she could and would do?

Juno dodged Kassy’s next strike and raised her hands, keeping her voice calm and steady, remembering everything they had taught her in the academy about calming an unhinged assailant, “Kassy, it’s me Juno. It’s ok. Nobody’s going to hurt you. It’s going to be ok. I need you to calm down. Relax. Talk to me.” Juno kept her stance relaxed, watching Kassy’s eyes, finding something utterly unlike the meek Atlantean she knew in them. Juno just hoped Kassy would snap out of it before she’d be forced to restrain her.

Kassy hit again and again, and then blinked several times. The cool, glassy look in her eyes cleared. It seemed she wasn’t nearly as far gone as Fenrir had gotten. “Juno? Why are you looking at me like...“ The look on Juno’s face, somewhere between concern and aggravation, combined with her stinging fists, let Kassy know what had happened. She stumbled back, horrified. “Oh no… oh -” She clapped both hands over her mouth, but not before letting slip something profane in Atlantean. There was pure shame written all over her face, like she’d been caught naked. “I didn’t… I didn’t hurt you, did I? I- I’m sorry! This is… this is why I don’t…” She looked like she was about ready to burst into tears, but they went unshed. Instead, she stood very firm and straight, as if talking to a superior. “Juno, I appreciate your taking the time to look after me. I apologize for any…” She paused, searching for a word. “Outbursts you had to endure.” The formal tone of her voice deflated into a nervous whisper. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Juno felt a number of different emotions, but the only one she let form on her face was one of concern, “No you didn’t hurt me Kassy. I had a good teacher. Just like you did too apparently.” Juno tried to smile, make light of it like how Andy or Steph would have. But it wouldn’t work and Juno knew it. “I’m fine. Really. But are you ok? Do you want to talk about it?” This kind of counseling was really not Juno’s forte, but she figured she’d have a better shot of it then Tachyus at any rate. And damned if she’d let this night deteriorate any further.

A brief chuckle escaped Kassy, a laugh half-forced just as much as Juno’s ‘joke’ had been. “Am I okay? No, not in the least. I appreciate your wanting to comfort me, but,” She stared at her stinging hands. “You wouldn’t understand. You’d say something pithy and safe, and pat me on the back and that’s all very nice, but I really don’t want to drag you down into... “ She gestured to herself, unable to find a word for it. “Just tell me - did I say anything this time?”

Honestly, Kassy’s directness was pretty refreshing for Juno in that regard. She was a liability but at least she knew it and had no illusions about it. Juno could see she didn’t need babying like some other young heroes might have. She needed confidence and directness. That’s what she’d get then. Juno replied, “All I heard was you saying ‘She’s wrong’, until you came back.” Juno didn’t say anything, waited for Kassy to speak. If she elaborated then she would. No point in needling her. As she looked at Kassy, how obviously distressed she was, how guilty and ashamed she was of coming close to hurting somebody, Juno saw another reminder of her past in the young Atlantean. And she didn’t like it.

“I see.” She exhaled, pushing her hands through her hair. “Well, she said I was dangerous and that I would be the death of someone, so…” She shrugged, something brutal and bitter sliding into her tone. “She is wrong. For now, anyway.” A tiny teardrop hit her bare foot. “..damn everything. I am… going to compose myself, and then I am going to find out what bacon is. I’ll thank you for your tact and silence about this. Unless I do that again, in which case, do what you must.” She nodded and then turned as the discussion was very much over, and took off striding quickly down the hall. To her credit, she made it into her room before crumbling, leaning against her door as she started to cry.
@Abefroeman The honor is all mine my lord.

Here be the discord link. Anyone who has an account who hasn't joined yet definitely should.

And please feel free to chime in with the general collab going on in the piratepad.

Abe, once you're joined in, we can discuss strategy on the server.
@Abefroeman I'll dig up the Discord link so you can join and we can communicate faster. In the meantime, I now pronounce you Hand of the King.
@Abefroeman I think you'd probably be one of the best possible people to run the game with me. Since I know you're probably busy with your own schedule too, sharing the load equally is gonna be very important. Do you happen to be on Discord?
I've also started collabing with @kingkonrad on the next update post instead of taking it all on myself, and if anyone else wants to chime in with their characters for these scenes, you are more than welcome to do so.
@Abefroeman I apologize for the delays, things have been absolutely insane with work and school and me getting into the swing of things. Progress on my update has been very slow and it's very unrefined at this stage. Frankly managing a game of this scope by myself is getting pretty taxing with other obligations at the same time.

Would anyone be interested in partnering with me as a Co-GM and helping me run the game? Ye shall be privy to all of my thought processes on the game and we would make decisions on the plot direction and collab on posts together.
It was all Juno could do to keep from cupping her face in her palm and sighing. As it was she simply rolled her eyes as Tachyus and Magnus began the alpha male posturing that seemed endemic to young superheroes. She had been expecting this from those two for some time now, it had been inevitable given their personal dispositions. Rannik and Andy were peaceable and easy-going, but those two were both too different and too similar for confrontation to be avoided. If it hadn't been the Jokerz, it would have been something else. But Juno had to make sure this petty rivalry blew over or this team would be ripped apart before it even began. Kassy suddenly deciding to get snippy didn't help matters. Juno always thought she needed to grow a spine, but not like this. She had to suppress a smirk at Kassy's assertion that anyone could have done what Tachyus did. Juno definitely could have, so could most of the team, but somehow she doubted that Kassy could have.

Tachyus and Magnus were still squaring off and Juno did not put it past either of them to actually start getting to blows. That was exactly the last thing they needed and Juno stepped between them, holding them apart as she glowed white, "Enough. You're heroes, not squabbling children. Act like it. We're a team and we need to start working like a team, or else the next time we head out someone's gonna get hurt. So you two can dislike each other as much as you want, but you will act like professionals. That goes for all of you." Juno pointedly looked at Kassy and waited for each of them to back off, which she knew they would eventually, even if they grumbled. She wondered if their rivalry had some other ulterior motive, just because of they way each of them acted around her. She wasn't dumb after all, but right now she didn't have any time for that.

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