LC: Super Scrubs Issue #1

Atrophy had wondered what was taking Psion so long to link them up. As far as he remembered his former teammate Neurotic doing so, it ought to have taken but a split second, and gave them all the advantage of being able to instantaneously communicate with each other. In fact, the networked minds gave them a slightly better chance to anticipate threats because of their combined senses. But perhaps Psion's mental powers didn't work the same way.

The last thing Sable thinks before connecting heads with the mech is -

Uncool…

She had really imagined herself coming down out of nowhere and cutting that thing in half. Now, she was heading right into the trees!

Okay that could have gone better. She jumps up even as she hears Atrophy tell her to deal with them.. and then watches as the others join in. Okay that hurt her pride slightly, but no they were a team. They were helping out. And she needed to do her part. Not be the deadweight.

Yet even as she thinks that she feels an intrusion, and fights against it, not wnating anyone in her head, friend or foe.

She runs to the closest mech and instead of a punch she tries to rab it, and using the momentum of her charge to spin and throw into into another.

Nocturne makes up for the jags getting the jump on her earlier by exhibiting impressive super-strength from such a limber frame. The mecha-cats are heavy, but she seizes one and throws it into another with enough force that the second machine explodes in a furious fireball, showering the area with debris!

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Before the woman can celebrate or even look for her next target, a pressure in her head makes her wince behind her mask. Sable Reyes feels it too! A... presence!

Not with a sledgehammer old man, a voice from Atrophy's head replied to Psion even as the telepath attempted their mindlink with all the subtlety of an invasive psychic domination. Signal your intention first."

Psion reached out and joined their minds, the surface thoughts, basic communication, forcing the link when some resist. He remembers pushing into other minds in the past, breaking them, leaving those fools in a coma. He could do that now. He could break them all. He could dominate these military idiots, have them eating out of his hand. But he was one of the "good guys" now. He didn't do that anymore.

He reaches out to the others. Their irrelevant thoughts buzz like annoying gnats. He doesn't want to be connected to them, but Atrophy had issued a command, and he was part of a team. His thought broadcasts across the mental connection with all the subtlety of someone shouting directly into each of their brains. "We are linked for communication."

Slightly less invasive, he replies to Atrophy. "You asked for this."

Once back on her feet, the Arachknight glares at the mechaguar that slashed her. It's probably not the smartest move, but instead of pulling back, she swings her mechanically enhanced fist at the robot-animal's face, wanting revenge for the injury.
If she's still standing after this, she tries to stay close to the bulk of the 'civilian' group.

Wait until I get my hands on you, old man… Sable thinks rather than says! Instinctively, she knows that she can do that.

You two never heard of technology?… she barbs. That’s what happened when you had two ancient dudes running the show. Solutions in need of a problem…

"You'll get used to it, it's like a nagging parent in the back of your mind," came a brighter, younger(?) reply to Sable's response.

"Potayto potahto," Psion thinks at Sable, then reaches out with his Telekinesis to lift the mechajaguar (3) and slam it into the ground.

"I didn't link you to hear your whining, little girl," he sends as he slams the mechajaguar downward. "Children should be seen and not heard."