Issue #1: The Coming Storm

Polaris taxi'd whoever needed it back down to the ground, air shifting around her as she landed. "Um..." She paused, raising an eyebrow at Aeon's laughing fit. "What'd I miss?"

"Oh hey, Sunspot! He... captured the woman in white I guess? Who is she anyway?"

Procyon looks embarassed, "Well, not that exact word, but well....you get what I mean, right?"

Hearing Cammy's question she becomes serious once more. "Santa Muerte. A normie mercenary, likes to take down novas."

"Ha, yeah," she says, her laughter dying down a bit, "I do." Omen rubs at her temple a bit before letting the portal close, not wanting to stare at Sunspot any longer than she had to.

Void Fist slides in front of the downed villain with Sunspot over her and takes a selfie. "You know she was talking smack about your mom Sunspot.". He comments before taking the selfie. Tapping some buttons he adds some filters for his personal collection before making his way down stairs.

"Well Sunspot does what he does, that's jump in the spotlight and blot things out, but I think you guys, err we kinda saved the day. He captured the villain but didn't stop the weather machine or was the one to hold her off. We kept her here until he got here to steal the credit? I mean I don't see him sporting injuries or out of breath. Also we should probably do something about the machine. Anyone know super smart people that can figure out what it was for? Communication jamming might have been a side affect from weather manipulation."

Licking the tip of his finger he wipes a spot on his limited edition Omen Tshirt wondering if it's a stain or just sweat.

Void Fist tries to jump noticing the staff in mid air but obvious can't jump that high. "Oh dibs! Ugghm... Little help here? You guys hearing that?" he asks mostly distracted.

"Yeah, su-..." Omen freezes after turning to look at Void Fist. She points at his Omen t-shirt and says quietly, "What.. is.. that?"

Void Fist stops jumping mid attempt and purses his lips looking at Omen as she gets quiet when she talks which doesn't sound good at all. "Li... limited edition... TShirt..." he offers sheepishly looking at her from his side, "I stood in line for 2 hours for it..." he says under his breath.

Omen stares in silence for a moment until her gaze is disturbed by the irritated twitch of her eye. For a moment, as she alternates clenching and relaxing her hand, it is clear that she is weighing the cost of taking a swing at her teammate.

Polaris snickers as Omen catches sight of Void Fist's shirt. "You might want to ditch the shirt," she suggested lightly, flying up to retrieve the staff that Void First couldn't quite reach.

"Yeah, we're good," she says at her cell phone, eyeing the device uncertainly. Did she need to put it to her ear...? Speakerphone wasn't on or anything. "We found some crazy weather machine."

"I'm not throwing it away... you know someone would crawl through the dumpster for limited edition items right?" Void Fist explains before compromising and taking off the shirt and folding it up into a tight rolls and storing it in his belt pouch.

Void Fist's eyes get big like saucers as he tears up and paws the air, "My precious..." he whispers mostly to himself.

Omen takes a deep, slow breath once the shirt is out of her sight, seemingly calmed.

"Are Donner and co coming to check out this building and that fridge thing? I mean it's kinda broken but it might be useful for something."

"Be glad he wasn't wearing the limited edition Omen pasties." Aeon Crow snickers then turns beat red.

"Pastries?" I look confused for a moment. "Hecate, you ok? That was a serious hit you took. Or should I say the fridge didn't know what hit it!"

Omen does her best to pretend she didn't hear Aeon Crow, turning away from the group to hide any embarrassment.

Mimic suddenly snaps out of his completely motionless pose where he had been shot. He looks around for a moment to assess the situation before turning to his teammates. "It appears we are victorious. Is everyone else okay?"

"Uhhhh... man, I so don't know. There was this chick, er, woman, who was, like, all white and stuff? And she was like 'blam blam Imma shoot Sunspot', right? But I was like, 'ahhh I'm hanging from a girder!' and Polaris saved me and stuff. Then there was like this refrigerator that was I don't know messing with stuff? So we wrecked it. Well I didn't cause like what am I gonna do, kick it? Right?" Then she just like disappeared but Sunspot must have roofied her or something."

Aeon Crow thinks for a moment, then nods at his own summation.