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This is Djnn's post he can't get to post:

((Now he needs someone to talk to, anyone would be helpful))
David waited a few seconds before he felt very strange. He was then surrounded by a field of blue-white light, and then he wasn't in his suite anymore.

For a few terryfing moments, he wasn't anywhere, his entire being was just not anywhere in particular, then he was standing in what seemed to be a large space station. Whoa, that was some trip. He said as he realized that he had been teleported through space and brought to the tower. He walked forward off of the teleporter pad and looked at the other heroes that were around.

He recognized people from his universe, but no one from the other one. However, he did voice his own opinion to Ghost. "Listen, I may be the newest person here, and by no means do my comments have to be taken into consideration, but think about it. We're heroes, the swords and shields of our respective universes. We can hate each others guts, but we'll need to work together, because you better believe that the villians will do whatever it takes to come out on top, and if the heavy-hitters team up, we will need all the teamwork we can get."

He then floated into the air and hovered around a bit, his hands surrounded by gravitons that looked like black, silver, and white orbs with electricity occasionally sparking here and there, until he made his way to a large window. As he looked into space, he recalled going out there many times. "Space is beautiful, but you never know how until you're out there, with nothing between you and the void but a personal force field." He said out loud and to no one particular.

"It's not easy to get hits on some known super humans," Reed explained to Captain America, "Many communication devices such as... our Universe's X-Men... are down. I have calibrated this machine to scan for off wordly beings that we know, and nothing... it is very silent out there in almost a concerning way."

"Then maybe we should be focusing on what we can see," Captain America said to both of the men disregarding the other team members for the moment. He had recognized that Plasma and Ceres were trying to steer them out of mission control for the moment.

Cap looked at J'onn and spoke frankly to he and Batman, "Distrust us if you may, but let's leave it in the background. We have bigger things to worry about."

Reed looked at the leaders of the JLA faction, "Batman, can you configure the consol so that it has a super human search on a continuous loop and compares any findings with our databases? That way we can keep tabs on what super powered villains or heroes we know of... and recruite who we need... and keep an eye on who we need... I am going to contact one of the leading research facilities on our world to recruit some help."

Reed sent a message to the Muir Island research facility to have somebody sent in to help them with missions and research who was willing to leave the planet temporarily.

"Now, I think it's time we start assessing damage and where our teams are needed most."

Max had already changed in his room at the facility and was on his way to his office. He had a large mirror there that he used for transportation. It was a lazy way out of things, making life easier for him. Not waiting on the ferry to ride him from the island, but he was not patient when he wanted a drink.

He walked down the hall when someone called to him from the door he passed by. He stopped and looked in to see who was calling for him. “Huh, what is it? I’m sort of busy?”

The lady sitting at the desk, who had taken on sort of a secretarial role on the island, was rustling through some papers, finally looking to the sticky note on her computer monitor. “We got a message from a Mr. Reed. He was requesting some assistance. You’re the first person I have seen. I figured you would know where everyone else was. Do you think you can deliver the message for me?”

Max was intrigued right away. He knew who the message was from and he had wanted a chance to study the man in person. He figured with all that was going on, he figured it would be ideal for his own research. He read over the note the secretary had given him. Nodding ever once in a while. “Yeah, Ill take it. Make sure everyone knows I’m answering this call personally.”

“Max… are you sure that’s alright?”

“Well once I go what can they do? Nothing, and this is a chance for me to continue some of my research. I think its ideal for me. I’m sure no one would disagree. Just let them know I’m leaving.” Max had then turned around, not letting the lady fit in another word and walked back towards his room. Normally a person would pack for a flight, but if Max was able to find his destination in his own way, he could be their in a matter of minuets.

Once he had a small bag packed with a few clothes and his own battle suit, as he knew they would want him in some sort of uniform, he walked back to his office. He didn’t sit at his chair as he normally did, but he looked into his mirror. His reflection stared back at him. He knew the jump before him would be a long one, and would leave him drained, but he wanted to get there as fast as he could.

With a duffle bag with clothes over one shoulder, and a computer case holding his research computer on his other, he looked into the mirror. The reflection started to ripple, as it sought out to find its destination. It took several minuets before an image started to surface. It took another minuet or two for it to finally become clear. Almost like an open window.

It had taken a lot longer than he had first thought it would. Where ever he was going must have been a really long way away. He could already feel the exhaustion from the over exertion of his power, so he knew it was a really long way away. He started to step forward, and walked through the mirror. As soon as he was through, the reflection of the mirror snapped back in place, showing the reflection of the empty room.

Someplace else, in space, in the Watch Tower, Max walked through another mirror of a similar size. He knew that was not something he wanted to do again. He went from a firm location on the earth, to the Watch tower, up in space. He walked out of the room he had been in and went to look for Richard, or someone of equal importance to let them know he was the aid from Muir Island as they had asked.

"Max, I'm glad you could join us," Reed said to their newest arrival. He gave him a brief run through of what they know... Dr. Doom and Lex Luthor working on reality changing machines... the worlds merging... and all the other important details.

"I need your assistance in trying to figure out how deep this goes and helping to track down Dr. Doom or Luthor... they seem to vanish from our radars. We also will need you to help aid us in keeping the peace whenever the time arrives."

Reed's attention was distracted for a moment when a blip went off on their constant database scan of heroes when one is found who should be recruited. Looking at J'onn he read out, "This one comes from Gotham City." J'onn nodded and put in the communication. It seemed like they were doing ten things at once. Heroes coming up with suggestions, them trying to continue their scans of their torn homes...

Either way, damange control had to be done for more cities aside from Gotham. Reed and J'onn had been discussing sending pairs of Heroes to major cities to see their status.

Reed and J'onn put a communication into a man who went by the codename Ice Dragon. He had been on the JLA's list of potential members for awhile. Sending the commication, Reed introduced himself to Ice Dragon and explained the situation and the forming of their teams. He finished his conversation with, "Ice Dragon, we would like to offer you an invitation to join our team and help Earth in this time of crisis. Would you accept?"

As Reed spoke with Ice Dragon, J'onn sent a message to all heroes in the Watchtower, "All active team members, please meet us in the main control room in two hours to discuss our plans."

After Max was greeted and briefed on simple information ,he had previous knowledge of from his work on Muir island, he was shown to a room, he was able to leave his things. He now had a few hours to kill as he was waiting around for this meeting. He started doing what he normally did if he was going to be spending any amount of time in a new place, he would scout around and find all the quick exits, or to most they were simply called mirrors.

Since he had made such a drastic jump before from earth to the watch tower, he knew it would be a slower process than usual, so he planned to take his time. If he wasn’t finished by the time the meeting was to be held, he would just finish up later. He stared into his own reflection, which seemed to be moving ever so slightly differently than he himself was. Making contact with the mirror, his reflection was given life. It knew what it was to do. It walked off the side of the mirror and out of view. Now Max was staring deeply into a mirror showing nothing but the reflection around him.

He walked over to small cot that had been set aside for him and sat down. He yawned slightly, feeling drained from all of the days events. He was really excited to finally be on a field mission of sorts, but he didn’t really know how he felt about floating in the open void of space. But it wasn’t all that bad. The view of the earth from the many windows was a beautiful side of the planet he had not seen outside of text books. It really showed him how surreal this situation was. The slight difference that could be noticed from this high up. But that was why he was here, to right the wrong.

It was a little over an our before Max’s reflection had come back to the mirror, it stood in an attentive pose, waiting for its creator to return and set it free from the mobility it was not used to. Max had often felt the sense of enjoying immobility when set his reflection free, but in a sense it wasn’t free. It was always trapped on the other side.

Gaining the information he needed about the location of other mirrors, he had a little bit of time to lay back and rest, to regain some energy that he had used up. Energy he may need later. In just a few moments he was passed out on the cot. After about thirty minuets his small portable clock was beeping. He had set it for when it was time to head off for the meeting.

He had made on time, just shy of being considered late, but he felt a little more rested which was never a bad thing. The first bit of the meeting was nothing new to him. Just confirmation of the information he had obtained on earth while researching those from the other plain, realm, dimension as various papers described them.

Once they got to the good stuff, the part where it would speak of their use, and the groups new name, Max nodded thoughtfully. “Well if I my inquire, what kind of missions will we be sent on? I for one have no need of returning home. I was sent here, requested even, and some of the reason I agreed is out of pure self. I am a researcher after all, you see. Being as I don’t make a great fighter, I can support well, but don’t ask me to travel from here to earth again. That took a bit out of me. But I guess you didn’t really ask me to come that way, but that’s not the point.

I research others with these special abilities as we have. I have not done much in the area of field work, so I was more than excited to find I could have the wondrous opportunity to do so now. So if there are any missions that would allow me to gain useful information, or interviews it would be greatly appreciated. If it is a combat you want, I think I may need to be trained in some sort of offensive weapon or something, other wise I feel… well I don’t think I will be all that helpful other wise.” Max was talking with a very laid back attitude, but yet he was serious, and intuitive. He wanted to know more. He was leaning back in his seat, chewing on a pencil, with his foot on the table in front of him. A notebook with scribbles on it on his lap. He twisted the pencil as he awaited an answer to his questions.

As soon as it was announced an obvious look of dread crossed Shane's face, his image faultered and the one shamed by the Joker and Quinn was visible again. His mouth formed the word 'mom' before he took off to one of the unused terminals and used the spy cam capabilities on the Watch Tower to locate where his house should be. He turned its attention to vermont and then zoomed in and saw his mom's rustic house with her truck out in the open, rusty but dependable. Searching for signs of life, he sees that the lights are on down there. But with the bad angle he starts to check the neighbors too, and everything looks like it should. So it seems that his neighborhood at least, was untouched. Wiping a tear away, Shane got up shakily and laughed a hollow laugh, he had never been more scared or more serious in his life. The perfect image, not marred by the Villian's joke, returned.