【】Name: Deacon Richards Caught in the Crossfire
【】Location: Med Bay
【】Thoughts: Call to action
Deacon stood there in the Med Bay, watching Bella and Bree as they went about their moments. Bella was helping Bree study. And the conversation turned to their shared past. He remembered pleasant times in Wales, the kindness of her mother doing the best she could to try and heal his diseased body. He remembered that time well, it was still fresh to him. It was the last little adventure he’d went on before the decision was made, as a family, to go through with the experiment. To be the first to have his genome altered in a way that might just repair the damage that had been done. He mused on Bree’s thoughts on him being born to the wrong generation, how it was the first born of her family that were truly gifted in the bounties of her bloodline.
“Maybe…” he thought for a moment, “I’ve always wondered if there was something else at hand with my circumstances. But who knows with the way fate is concerned.” he still remembered watching Bree be hushed out of the room as her mother went to do her work. It was those treatments, those rituals, that had the best effect on him. A lot of people take for granted being able to move on their own two feet. To feel wet grass between their toes after a gentle morning rain, it was a sensation that Deacon would never truly forget. And it all came from Welsh chants, songs, and god knows what in the world else. He mused further “At some point I need to go back there. Even just to recapture the memory of that place.” he hadn’t been to Wales, or really Europe, since he came out of the ice. He’d read about some of the major upheavals across the world, but nothing of what became of the British Isles. With some hope it would not be as tainted as the rest of the world was now.
Soon talk came to the new systems put in place, with a slightly embarrassing detail about the new biomonitor system being put in place. Much as he was want to not consider such a thing, the prospect of being tracked during one’s… more intimate moments, made for some consideration. “That’ll be a developer note to bring to the tech staff.”
Soon enough, Bree was giving him the facts about the birds and the bees. Chances are there was something considered with the system put in place, but truth be told he figured it would be best to make sure the system was aware that this was a possibility. “Yeah, good point.” he really hoped that these geeks had gone over medical books or spoke with a doctor about this kind of thing.
Though the conversation turned, thank the gods, to Isabella’s new bracelet. He was enamored by the object, the fact that it was shifting based on what she did to it. He considered the idea of putting it under a microscope to try and understand it, which was met with some apprehension. “Just wanting to observe it, not looking at poking at it. We understand that it works for you, the question that bubbles in my head is what makes it respond to you. Is it a new metal or alloy? Or like what Bree said, is it alien in nature? It could be very well related to your powers, who knows at this point? Just being able to put a magnifying glass to it will give us some more insight. If you’re comfortable with that of course.”
And as soon as his brain went into intellectual pursuit mode, the train of thought on being able to discover vast and previously uncharted territories of the cosmos, he was brought back to the real world by the hilarious, were it not incredibly saddening, drunken antics of Dru. It was apparent that his subordinate was three sheets to the ******** wind and somehow he was bellowing out his sister’s name. With two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, he nodded towards Isabella when she asked if she should let the two of them handle this. No sense in letting a subordinate getting stuck dealing with this drunk a**. Bree asked for help, and he was all too happy to oblige. Walking carefully towards him, he waited till Bree had an arm on him, to which he got his arm under his other side. “Get a bed ready, I got him.” he said to her, the weight of the Russian man not being much of a problem to his surprise. Hoisting him up, he carefully shuffled the two of them over to an empty bed.
The Russian resisted, he grunted out “Stop... touching me!” struggling a bit.
“Or what, you’ll vomit on me to death? Come on kid, time for bed.”
“No!” he yelled out drunkenly, his further struggling nearly took the two of them down in the process. Using his abilities, in particular his flight, he righted the two of them. Realizing that he wasn’t going to finish this without a fight, he took matters into his own hands. Putting a hand across Dru’s chest, and wrapping the arm that supported the assassin around the back of his head in a half-nelson, he quickly rammed his head into the wall. He quickly went slack his arms, letting Deacon move him quickly to the bed. It was surprising really, just how easily he was able to move him around, even when he was struggling. Deacon had been surprising himself with this kind of thing recently, with his strength. He never thought of himself as being terribly strong, but he was noticing things. Lifting things that he wasn’t expecting to, but he was able to move a big guy like Dru easily.
Hefting him onto the bed, he looked to Bree and stated plainly “Look, about before. I’m sorry. I ******** up, should have taken the call.” it was simple, matter of fact.
“Just needs to be said.”
Before anything else could be said, he was interrupted by the PA system. “Suit up League! We’re heading to Bogota! Wheels are up in 15!” he heard the voice of Warhawk call out.
Sighing for a moment, he looked to Bree “Think we should strap him in on the jet, let him sleep it off?”
---Seven Hours Later---
One of the best parts about these League Jets was the fact that they had VTOL capabilities in any part of the Earth. The thing could land in the middle of a volcanic eruption and come out unscathed. So landing in the middle of a war-torn city like Bogota? Piece of cake.
Waiting for the bay doors to open, he looked to the team that was there. “Alright, you know the drill, but for the sake of being redundant I’m going to go over it again. Bogota is the center of a massive war between the Colombian government and narco-terrorism backed by a resurgent Medellin Cartel. It’s been nasty, a lot of fighting and death on both sides of the conflict. And as a result we have a lot of people trying to get out of the warzone, into greener pastures. A UN Peacekeeping Contingent as been deployed for the express purpose of creating a Green Zone.”
“It’s been a success so far, with nations across the world offering to taken in refugees looking to get out. But this has not been without its setbacks. Turns out, the Cartel has been apparently recruiting their own team of metahumans, mercenaries with an eye for money in using their talents for bloodshed. Top it off the Green Zone has capacity issues, meaning we have people desperately trying to get in. And a lot of people stuck inside that are slowly growing tired and paranoid that the horrors outside are going to come in. The UN Security Council has called the League in for our support. We’re being divvied up, Kat’s team is going to work inside and help bolster internal security. There’s a transport coming in that’ll be getting refugees out to New Thanagar, they’ll be making sure nothing goes wrong inside. My team will be helping out with external security, helping to bolster patrols across the border of the Green Zone.”
“Be advised, this is a powder keg on the outside and in, so be prepared for any kind of threat. Metahuman or not.” Looking out to the open bay door, he breathed in the air as he gazed on the chaos outside. People were being held back by armed security, desperately trying to get inside and avoid the fighting.
God knows how the hell this was going to turn out.
OOC: Ok so, here’s a new plot point! Post orders have been eliminated, we’re starting fresh. This is going to be a bit freeform in how s**t goes down at the moment, so feel free to message me about events that occur at this point!
