16036/A Warning from Beyond the Stars

A Warning from Beyond the Stars
Date of Scene:	08 October 2023
Location:	Central Park
Synopsis:	While intercepting what they thought was an asteroid, Sunny and Mark instead find Bunny with an alien messenger and Sunny gets news she didn't expect -- and a dire warning. The Scourge of the Twin Galaxies is coming.
Cast of Characters:	Mark Grayson, Bunny Macleod, Sunny Harlow

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Mark Grayson has posed:
Mark had been out with Bunny, the pair of them doing some sightseeing and looking about while planning dinner, when Mark's phone started to go off. As he answered it, Cecil Steadman's voice came over the line. "Kid, hate to break up your date, you're needed on deck."

"How did you know I was on a date?"

"We have eyes everywhere, Grayson. Part of the job. Now get to Central Park."

"What's in Central Park?" Mark asked, for Cecil to respond. "We have an otherearthly object about to interesct with Earth's atmosphere and land there. Now unless you want it hitting the park and causing untold damage, you need to get there!" Click.

Mark winces. "We need to get back to the apartment and change. You're coming with, right?" he asks Bunny -- before the pair of them are off, changed into costume (at least Mark is) and now, above Central Park, seeing a bright speck of fire in the mid-day sky, he is plotting an intercept course. It will not get through, because he is...

INVINCIBLE

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Along with PRISMA of the Young Avengers! -- whose dark pink costume is on, roller skates applied and batons on her back as she's flown into Central Park -- mostly for help with Crowd Control and to catch any Little Stuff.

    "So otherworldly object -- is that mineral, animal? .... Plant? Is there an -al that goes with Plant?" she questions slightly, a little bit nervous as she looks up in the sky -- birds... planes... no Superman.

    But she seems nervous and on edge. She knows she doesn't fight at MArk's level. This should be interesting.

Sunny Harlow has posed:
Sunny didn't have a complex spy agency network to tell her about intersteller threats and issues like others. She might have been called in by the Justice League before (something she -still- fangirls about!) but otherwise she had a more simple option: Social Media!

Subscribe to the right boards and you'd be amazed what you get told about!

Wrapped in her proper costume, cape and all, the blonde figure of Indestructibelle was headed up up and away towards the fire in the sky!

Mark Grayson has posed:
When Sunny comes up to join him, Mark shoots her a smile. "Hey Incredibelle, glad you could make it!" he offers, and then looks down to wave at Bunny. "Should be here in a few seconds." With that, Invincible is preparing to intercept.

The objects flames die out as it gets closer and closer, and suddenly, it curves, juking between both Viltrumites and lands on the ground in front of Bunny!

Rising to his feet, he is well over seven feet tall. Bald, with orange skin, and a single, large, Cyclopian eye in the middle of his face. He wears a white body suit with maroon jacket, open in the front with grey shin guards and bare feet and hands.

He looms over Bunny and then suddenly. "Oh thank goodness! I was told if I came to this planet, I couldn't shake a stick without hitting a hero! I'd say take me to your leader, but I don't need him!" He looks down at the young woman. "You know any Viltrumites on this planet, I need to get a message to them!"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny pauses, her hair in a pair of low pigtails as she looks... up... at... the... alien... and she tilts her head. She opens her mouth, and then, treading her skates a moment as she considers.

    "Hold on one moment --" to the alien, and she hits the ABS <3 contact on her phone.

    "I happen to know of twwwwooooo to three?" she ventures, and then winces a moment "I'm just a low level mutant street fighter, you want the big guns. But ah, while we're waiting for him to answer --" and she gets a little starry-eyed "Where are you from, what can we call you, you are seriously both the coolest and nicest non-terran I've met in the last two months who is *not* Viltrumite! I'm Prisma."

Sunny Harlow has posed:
A blink, another blink, Sunny's greeting comes with a raise of her hand and a smile. "Oh hey 'Invincible'!" she greets, drawing herself closer in the path so they can talk on their way to the path of the object...which seems to be getting smaller.

"Huh...do you think it's burning up or...?" she questions over the howl of the wind.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Hello, Prisma. I am Allen the Alien!" the Cyclops responds. "I was looking for a female Viltrumite in paticular, which is why I came to you. All of you Biclops look the same to me!" he admits sheepishly. "I am from the Coailition of Planets, and boy, this place is way way way in the boonies of the Cosmos. I didn't even think there would be a Viltrumite here!"

Up above, Mark is trying to figure out where the object went as well, when his phone buzzes, and he looks down. 'Buns <3'. "Prisma?" he asks as he answers the phone. And then when Bunny lets him know what's going on, he looks to Sunny. "He's made planet fall below us!" he announces and turns to head towards the park, racing to get to the ground.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Oh yeah, actually there's even members of the species that can't tell sub-groups apart, let alone other species." Prisma states, and then she looks down to her phone. "Hey Invincible. I have a guy from the Coalition of Planets who wants to talk to Indestructibelle, but was looking for any Viltrumites that might be about. Luckily, I happen to k now the two of you." she states into the phone, and gives a wave into the air.

    "I have one on the way." she states to Allen, and she gives a bright smile.

    "You want a pretzel or something while we wait?"

Sunny Harlow has posed:
"He?!" Sunny repeats, blinking a little and then diverting towards the same destination. "Your saying it was a guy that came from the stars to the park?!"

Really, given that they were both aliens she should probably be more ready for this sort of thing!

A zoom of black, blue, yellow and red had the pair headed to the spot, Sunny tilting her head. "Is this a 'attack from mars' or friendly neighbour thing?"

Mark Grayson has posed:
"What is a pretzel? I think I would like one!" Allen announces to Bunny enthusiatically as the pair of them get a pretzel as they wait for Invincible and Incredibelle to come to back down to Earth. "These are delicious, I will need to buy several more before I leave the planet!" He snacks on the knotted baked goodness covered in buttery salt as he looks at Sunny. "You are the Viltrumite?" he asks her.

"I am one as well!" Mark offers.

"Yes, but she is the one mention when I came across her mother on a patrol. You are much taller than I imagined!" So that's why he went to Bunny, as Allen looks to her. "You are short and I expected a child Viltrumite." he explains. No apology.

To Sunny, he studies her. "Your mother sent me with a warning... I mean, it was... twenty of this planet's solar cycles ago. But she wanted me to warn you of a threat that was coming to harm you! Usually I ignore such requests from Viltrumites but she had that whole dying wish thing going and said you were a baby. I guess you're not a baby anymore. And these pretzels are impressive for such old technology on this world. No wonder the Coailition has ignored it!"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "No offense taken -- I got mistaken for a twelve-year-old earlier today. I'm short for a human." the young woman states, and pretzels Mark and Sunny as well before she skates up and noms her own pretzel, which is cinnamon sugar.

    The pretzel vendor looks mildly taken aback, and keeps sort of... staring at Allen. There's a lot of things he's seen working Central Park. This is one of the quietest.

Sunny Harlow has posed:
There was strangeness in seeing an alien so casually, but it was less strange these days after travelling the stars and fighting brainiac, but whatever humor might be found in mistaken identity and pretzel enjoyment is somewhat lost as words were digested.

"My mother?!" Sunny repeats, the space between the pair of then instantly closed. "Screw the pretzel, you spoke with my mother?"

Of course, she'd not truely processed the 20 years ago part, but as it clicked it offered a clue as to where the Viltrumite visitor from the stars went next.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Waving the pretzel at the pretzel vendor, Allen asks, "How well do these travel in space?" he takes a bite of the baked dough, savoring a newfound taste. But he returns his attention to the three youngsters before him. "If you are the best defense this planet can offer, it may be in trouble." he muses. "Unfortunately, I can not stay around to assist!"

His cyclopean eye narrows slightly and he straightens up to his full imposing height and build. "The Sourge of the Twin Galaxies is coming. He has been told of this world and he has decided to find out if it is the challenge that he claims that it is. I am not his herald, I do not know of his weaknesses. All I can do is warn you. I do not know when he'll arrive. But you will need to be at your best when he does."

"You might have a chance!" he offers somewhat optimistically. "If he takes pity and does not find you a challenge." And there's the not so optimisitic part.

Then to Sunny, he nods. "It was a while back! I am not sure where she is now, but she was alive, if somewhat in trouble when I saw her last! She said find the female Viltrumite on Earth, tell her that he is coming!"

"Which is weird, because she looked like he had already been there. I guess, somewhere, in the cosmic sense of being, it makes sense?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "They don't actually travel well in space, I bet without atmospheric pressure they asplode from the pressure inside the shell -- but you could take the frozen dough no problem?" Bunny chances, and she rubs the back of her head. The pretzel vender seems to have washed his hands of the continuing conversation between a bunch of teenagers and an cycloptic alien.

    ""So... the scourge of the Twin Galaxies -- is there... a piiiicture?"

Sunny Harlow has posed:
This was a lot to take in. Her birth mother was, or at least had been, still out there. Had wanted to warn her, was thinking about her...but was also scared of this thing coming. If she'd been anything like Omniman in strength? That was concerning and then some.

Sunny actually turns, the maskless heroine looking towards Mark and Bunny, to see their take.

They weren't the planet's only defenders by any stretch, but still...

Mark Grayson has posed:
"I mean. Her exact warning was. Let me think." Allen scratches the back of his head. Then his single eye widens and he ohs!

"Get off the planet if you can, you don't want to face this guy, he's bad news!"

To Bunny, Allen shakes his head. "There's no picture that we have of him, so if you happen to get one, when we come to check on the husk of your world when he's done, we'll make sure to recover it from you!" So cheerful when he says that as he eats the last of the pretzel. "Well, it's been fun, and I delived the message, so I'm going to take about a dozen more of these pretzels and be on my way."

A pause as he looks at the three. "Yeah. You look like the types that won't run. Well, uh. This is awkward."

"Good luck?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Oh wow, yeah, I can see where that's complicated." Bunny remarks quietly, rubbing the back of her head. She presses her lips together as she leans her head to one side and rubs her shoulder. She's definitely not on the same tier as Sunny or Mark, but the pink armor-clad girl looks to the Viltrumites.

    "Well. They dont' run. They fly, and I skate. I'm suuuuure it'll be fiiiiine."

Sunny Harlow has posed:
"Get off the planet..." she repeats, sighing softly before crossing her arms under her bust. "I suppose...I was...less than a year old when she gave you that message, there were less protectors for the planet back then..." she exhales a breath, looking back towards Mark and then Bunny with a nod. "We're not running...I'm not running..."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"We can handle it, I'm sure!" Mark tries to exude some of the confidence that Bunny is trying to give him now that he's had a moment to digest things. His arm slips around Bunny, hand settling on the small of her back and he ohs. "I can prove it!" he declares.

"Let's arm wrestle!"

Allen pauses. And then he laughs. He laughs and shakes his head. "Oh kid, I don't think you have a chance and I don't want to embarass you in front of your girlfriend. And the girl I was sent here to warn."

Invincible frowns. "If you're going to doubt us, at least give us a chance."

Allen pauses. His shoulders slump in a sigh. "Okay. Fine. Tell you what." He goes over to a table where old people usually play chests and sits down and his attention turns to the three heroes determined to stay. "I will let all three of you join hands. If you can pin my hand, I'll feel more confident that you can take on Thokk." At least they have a name now.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny holds her hands up and takes a step back from the table.

    "I'm not strong enough to make a difference in an arm wrestling competition, but I will happily watch and console the loser-open-parenthesis-s-close-parenthesis with more pretzels." Bunny states, and rubs the back of her head, looking up to Mark with a small smile.

    "Go geddim."

Sunny Harlow has posed:
"Arm wrestle?" Sunny repeats, blinking a little and then shaking her head with a glance towards Bunny with a raised eyebrow. A mouthed 'really' before she shakes her head and lifts her hand. "Alright I guess, why not?"

Fight smarter, not harder was generally her thing, but still.

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Traitor." That said affectionately to Bunny as Mark goes to sit at the table. This was crazy. But he had to at least try! Setting his elbow on the table, he waits to see if Sunny joins him, or if this is one they're going to be doing on his own.

There's an apologetic look to Sunny and a chuckle. "What, it was something worth trying?" he asks her, as his hand covers hers and the pair grasp Allen's hand. He waits for Sunny to say she's ready. Once she is, they go.

Allen immediately shows how strong he really is. His hand pushes down hard on the pair of Viltrumites, bending Mark's elbow back as he grunts to hold his place. "Come on Sunny, we gotta push!" he calls out.

But it's quickly showing that this is a losing proposition. Allen is strong, immensely strong. He may even match up well with a Kryptonian under a yellow star.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "I'm not sure my seventy-pound lift is gonna help." Bunny states as she crosses her arms, giving a small smile, but she's not afraid of Mark getting embarrassed. After all, he's one of the strongest people she knows.

    However, as Allen pushes, she grimmaces her eyes going wide behind her goggles as she watches Allen shows how strong he is!

    She gives a gasp out, and covers her mouth with her gloved hands .

Sunny Harlow has posed:
Push indeed, Sunny does indeed consider for a moment as they're holding leverage...no such luck, no way to overpower him, so she considers for a moment.

Then she steps out and stomps the ground near the Alien's foot.

Not aiming to hit him, just to shatter the ground a little under his foot or make him move and change his balance.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Sneaky! VERY SNEAKY!

Sunny stomps on the ground and the seismic burst causes the aged concrete of the chessboard table to crack and shatter, sending Allen and Mark tumbling from their seats.

Allen sits on the ground for several seconds, that Cyclopean eye blinking and then he laughs. "You may have a chance after all!" he declares as he gets to his feet and offers his hand to help Mark up.

"I really do wish you the best of luck. All of you." With that, he goes and picks up the preztel cart. "Perhaps there is a place in the Coalition of Planets for this backwater world after all." With that, he's lifting off the ground to launch away and to return to wherever it is he came from.

Mark glances aside at the two women. "Dad said that we get stronger the harder we fight." It seems they will be experiencing that first-hand soon enough.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "HEY! HEY! THAT'S MY PRETZEL CART!" the pretzel guy protests, holding onto the cart for a couple of feet into the air, and then lets go and throws a handfull of grass at Allen! "MY. CART!"

    Bunny just gives a small smile, standing back from the seismic explosion, and she rubs the back of her neck a moment as she watches Allen take off.

    "Well, then I'm relying on you guys to do the world saving."