Issue #1: The Coming Storm

Omen tries to hide her discomfort from Blitz' speed. She much preferred her own portals.

Procyon rolls her eyes and translates, "Santa Muerte was guarding the device that caused the weird storm. Some of us distracted her while the rest disabled the machine. Omen and Mimic had her on the run when Sunspot showed up."

Omen fingers the bullet hole in her suit idly, "I might be able to figure out a thing or two about the machine, if I could get a piece of it."

Omen looks it over, opening compartments and checking inside. She speaks aloud, perhaps to herself, "Alright... how much do I need to grab? What components?"

Void Fist distracted for abit shuffles over and stands close to Omen and takes notes on what to do in this kind of situation with devices.

Aeon Crow wanders away. By that, I mean he waits until no one is looking and BRRAPP is back behind the food trucks. He grabs his trenchcoat, and looks around. He snags a Ginger Ale from an abandoned truck and after hesitating, sighs and puts a $1.50 on the register.

"Can't believe those losers honed in on our big moment. What creeps." He sits at a bench and begins picking at someone's abandoned, soggy french fries.

"This day sucks."

Omen spends some time messing with compartments and peering through the outer casing of the device. After a moment, growing frustrated, she simply picks the whole thing up and says, "I'll just take this. I'll let you know what I find out."

Omen shrugs, "Depends, but I'm sure it'll be faster this way. My nerd is better than your nerds." Unless there is any protest, she'l run off with the machine.

Polaris let out a sigh as Blitz vanished. This day had not gone as planned, and she was still feeling pretty useless. "So...while Omen is playing with her new toy, you guys wanna order pizza? My treat."

"Sure, I mean we might as well celebrate. We did pretty good!" Wait did Blitz say one of us should be dead? Which one? And what did Nik tell him?? I try not to have an anxiety attack as I push my thoughts to that of pizza.

Procyon grins broadly. "Pizza sound fantastic." This day was AWESOME. We were a real team. Still a dumb name, but a real team.

Some time later, Omen is back in her sanctuary. The Compiler had left a spacecraft here, tucked away inside the mountains beyond the city limits, nestled within one of its many tunnels and hidden from mundane notice with camouflage. Within this craft was her Personal Intelligent Learning Oversight Tool, or P.I.L.O.T., the artificial intelligence that operated the now-flightless craft. He was represented by a small glowing hologram - a sphere of sorts with a type of lens on the front and lines of circuitry all over - that would float about the room and glow when he spoke. His voice sounded more like a gentle, vibrating hum. He now floated around the weather-changing device, scanning it for whatever could be found.

Ollie sat nearby, her hood pulled down and her supersuit removed down to the waist with a dark undershirt beneath it. She was leaning forward in a small chair, her arms propped up on her knees as she flipped through pictures on her phone. Cammy... Xavier... Jenn... Rama... Adam. Emma...

Ollie bit her lip.

"You don't have to wait here, you know." P.I.L.O.T. hummed.

Ollie clicked a few buttons on her phone and had her thumb hovering over the next one. "Shut up," she said in as friendly a way as she could, "I know that."

"Are you going to go play with your friends?"

Why'd he have to make it sound so stupid, she thought. "No, they're not.." She started, hesitating.

"...Your friends?" Omen didn't reply. "I seem to recall them being very kind to you today. Is that not what friends do?"

Yeah, but I was kind of an ass...

"We're just teammates. They talked to me to get me back into the fight and get my head in the right place to beat Santa Muerte." Ollie stared down at her phone at the big letters that read back to her "Call Emma".

"Ah, yes, you really needed your 'head in the right place' AFTER the fight when Jennifer told you that you did well." P.I.L.O.T. replied, unconvinced. Ollie immediately regretted demonstrating sarcasm to him.

Her finger hovered over the call button for a moment before she flipped her phone closed and pocketed it, "They're... probably busy training, or something." She then got to her feet, stretched her arms and stepped over to the device, asking, "How can I help?"

P.I.L.O.T. only mumbled, "Hopeless.."

Void Fist looks up from his notepad since Omen seemed to not have the 'tools she needed' and squirreled away the device to someplace else probably a secret layer. As Aeon Crow was also gone, he addressed Polaris' suggestion. "I'm up for pizza after I return the bike I rented and get my pack from the event... also about the staff... do you know how to work it?" Void Fist states sidestepping to get closer with his notepad still out as he sketches the staff.

"Cool, there's that place around the corner. We should grab some for Omen too."

But then again, maybe they shouldn't go carrying around some supervillain staff to the local pizza parlors. Emma lightly twirled the staff in her hand -- nearly fumbling it in the process. She quickly caught it again though, cheeks red as she shook her head, looking the thing up and down. "No clue," she said, shaking it vigorously. "Maybe there's a switch or something...? And, y'know, you could take a picture."