5378/A Star(kid) is Born

A Star(kid) is Born
Date of Scene:	28 February 2021
Location:	Hell's Gate
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Caitlin Fairchild, Courtney Whitmore, Wally West, Bart Allen, Terry O'Neil

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Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"You got 'em?"

"Yeah, I gots 'em."

"Well hurry up, I ain't gonna wanna face the Avengers or somethin'." Four massive, burly-shouldered men in colorful outfits are busily helping themselves to the contents of the local medical clinic. It's late in the evening, just before sundown, with street lamps just starting to flicker on. Each of them is at least six foot six and built like proverbial tanks. They hold what looks like construction equipment in their hands and are tossing antivenins, painkillers, and antibiotics into a cooler full of dry ice.

"Hey, will you jerks hurry up?" the biggest one snaps. He's holding a crowbar in his hands and busier menacing customers and keeping a lookout than actually doing something with his hands. A nervous eye is focused on the hole in the wall and the street beyond. "We gotta bounce."

"Man, Dirk, will ya chill? We ain't gonna be here long nuff for anyone to show up," says the guy with a heavy wrecking ball on a length of chain.

"I told you, Thunderball, it's *Wrecker* when we's in uniform!" Dirk snarls, and smacks his conspirator on the head with the crowbar when the man shuffles past.

Courtney Whitmore has posed:
"But Dirk is such a nice name!,"replies the youthful voice ot Star Spangled Kid. She steps into view on the sidewalk beyond the hole in the wall, flashing the large crooks inside a wide smile. She tucks a locke of blonde behind her ear and cocks her head to the side. "...You -do- know people need that stuff, right, Dirk? Tsk tsk..."

She steps over the rubble and into the clinic itself. She's in full white and blue costume, with the large star, bare midrift, blue mask and braces. Well, the braces are probably there outside of costume, too! She hooks a thumb into the wide, odd looking belt she's wearing and she grins. She acts brave, and she IS tough but...they are big. And she is outnumbered on top of that. She scoops up a headsized piece of rubble as if it weighed nothing, showing her immense strength. "Is this gonna get violent? On you, Dirk."

Wally West has posed:
"I don't have much advice to give you, I never wound up having to pay ba--" There aren't supposed to be 'improvised doors' as his friends in the biz call them in buildings right?

Wally doesn't often stop in the middle of Hell's Gate at night. He isn't scared or anything, its just that there isn't much for a law abiding citizen to do if they aren't drinking. That said, a large hole in the wall of a medical clinic is always reason to stop. If his shoes were made of rubber, they would make tire peals as he screeches to a halt.

"Bart, I think we ought to stop here. something is going on."

"Hello citizens, what seems to be the matter?" Wally borrows his opening lines from golden age tales. It makes him sound incredibly square and dorky, but he IS incredibly square and dorky, so it all works out.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen looks over to Wally, and says "Well, I need to make plans. The last time I tried it went ok, but nothing really came of it." He admits. He stops next to Wally, rubbing the back of his neck in thought, but as he notices the large men, and the girl, he will move to strike a pose next to Wally, and whispers out of the corner of his mouth "This does not make me your side kick,"

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
A T-jet's already taking off from the Titan's Tower. They're the nearest team who can respond to the incident, and Metropolis is unofficially their haunt. Besides, Caitlin's one of the few Titans who doesn't typically have plans on a Saturday night, and a dustup with some superpowered thugs is just the ticket to get off monitor duty.

"Breaker breaker, all net, this is Caitlin," she says over the Titan's communications net. The nose of the T-jet is aimed towards Metropolis and it arrows forward in response to her touch on the accelerator lever. "Responding to a report of a metahuman crime near Tealboro. If anyone can respond, please do. I'm en route, one minute to contact," she announces.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
The Wrecking Crew turns and stares at Courtney. Wrecker laughs heartily and stomps towards her. He's a big fellah, easily three hundred plus pounds of thick-necked muscle and well over six feet tall.

"Lil girl, you're gonna get hurt," he growls, and pokes his crowbar at Courtney's midsection to nudge her out of the way. The other three members of the Crew start trundling towards the hole in the wall, but they all come up short at the two speedsters who are just.... there.

"Aww hell, that's the Flash," one of them says.

"But there's two of 'em," another protests. "They can't both be the Flash."

"I'unno man, I knew a guy at Riker's who said he fought TWO Flashes, it woz the same guy," says the third dude.

"That's stupid," Wrecker growls back at his dimwitted allies. "An' the Flashes is a pipsqueak anyway. Here, squirt, catch!" Thunderball stoops and picks up an eighty-pound piece of rebar-reinforced concrete, and hurls it at Wally with an underhanded fastball.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"I mean..." Vorpal says, next to Caitlin on the Jet, "I understand that arriving in the jet is a lot more impressive and can put the fear of Raven in wrongdoers. But it does kind of seem like a waste of fuel when we can just use my Rabbit Holes."

The Cheshire cat crosses his arms and grins, "But I guess that if I say stuff like that, Vic will stuff me in the maintenance ducts and use my fur to gather up all the dustbunnies. So, mum's the word."

He leans back, hands behind his head.

"We could at least have a proper in-flight meal, you know."

Courtney Whitmore has posed:
"Rude." She glances down as the big guy pokes her bare tummy with the crowbar. She responds by trying to reach down and snag the crowbar, assuming it's a normal one. She isn't familiar with the specific villains, as she's mainly fought old JSA baddies her entire life. Assuming she is unable to take the crowbar due to its magical nature, she furrows her brow and leaps backwards.

She glances back at the two Flashes. "Oh, hey! I'm the Star Spangled Kid!" Anyone who's paid any attention to superheroism in the midwest knows the name, likely. She's a young hero, but a very skilled one, who's battled enemies across that area of the country for a few years now.

She takes a breath and turns back to the big guy...and suddenly a cartoonish looking star streaks from her chest and zips at the man...bringing disorientation and nausea with it!

Wally West has posed:
Wally zips out of the way of the chunk of concrete. "That is incredibly rude. You could hurt someone with that."

"Of course not old chum. We are partners." He starts unloading the cooler and putting it back in the medical storage area. That kind of stuff is expensive, and if he doesn't have to break it , he would rather not leave the clinic with an empty supply cabnet. A place like this might struggle to replace it.

"Oh hey. Star -- wait no Star is Starfire. Star kid? -- I hope you don't mind if I call you Star girl? Star spangled kid is one hell of a mouthfull." For someone who can move their mouth at the speed of sound, Wally is quite lazy with people's aliases. He once called Strange 'Sorcy' because Sorceror Supreme was too long.

Bart Allen has posed:
Bart Allen looks over and says "Pipsqueek?" He frowns a bit at this, and says "He's the Flash, I'm Impulse, and you are." He zooms up to each one and writes a series of numbers and letters on the chest right above their breast pocket are. "B.A.1100 N, You can be I. D 10 T, Nos 4 82, and O U 8 1 2." He zooms back out of reach "I know your most used to just numbers there, but figured this would help you with the transition from here to prision."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Wrecker's crowbar turns out to be nigh-indestructible and all Courtney manages to do is tug him a little off balance. His eyes bulge in anger and the massive man steps forward after her-- but then that starburst hits him in the face. He staggers, turns to the side, and is loudly and violently sick at the sudden wave of nausea!

Thunderball shouts in outrage when Wally starts just... taking stuff from the cooler! He picks up the watermelon-sized wrecking ball and spins it once over his head, then lets out the length of chain connecting it to his hand. The weapon arcs through the air, smashing through two support beams and more concrete and destroying the fridge near Wally. These guys have more than mere physics on their side; their weapons must be magical, and they hit with altogehter too much force.

The one armed with a heavy steel impact rod swings clumsily at Bart when the speedsters zips past him, to no avail. Frustration is echoed in a roar of anger. The fourth member of the Wrecking Crew simply slaps his hands together as if he's swatting a bug, with a near-explosive amount of concussive force from the impact of the two huge hands swatting each other.

     On the T-jet: "T-jets run on modified Arc reactors, so power consumptions not a worry," Caitlin tells Terry. "And secondly, passing through those rabbit holes make me *profoundly* nauseated. So unless you're willing to clean up afterwards, the Jet it is."

The vehicle pulls into a parking station about thirty feet overhead and Caitlin moves to the rear of the craft. She grabs a belaying line with one hand and drops into free space, the spool unwinding to drop her neatly on the ground. "This is the Titans!" Caitlin shouts. She can't quite see into the facility due to the dust and light differential. "You're all breaking the law! Surrender!"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Sorry, Cait, you ain't Queen for a Day no more, you can't make me clean anything up!" Vorpal grins, winking at his team-mate. Once Caitlin moves, so does he, but he doesn't announce his presence like Caitlin does. Instead, the Cheshire Cat becomes invisible and Rabbit Holes to terra firma, there to get a gander of the situation while Cait draws attention. The presence of the two speedsters is immediately registered, and he nods to himself. Good. They were also excellent at drawing focus away. He winces at the loud clap, and lays flat on the floor when the concussive blast is released. There'sa fourth unidentified hero on the premises, so Vorpal takes his time to see where he can best intervene. While he's invisible, he will take his time to plan...

"Come on, you're coming in like a wrecking ball, eh?" he mutters to himself and tries to spot the swinging of that massive wrecking ball just right. He's going to try and Rabbit Hole behind the wrecker and try the old 'jumping up on your back from behind you and claw at your face' classic cat bit. While invisible, for extra freak out.