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Oil refinery havok!
Date of Scene: 18 March 2020
Location: Refinery in the Netherlands
Synopsis: The heroes arrive in time to save the day, disaster is diverted, and a strange Asgardian is found beneath the surface.
Cast of Characters: Toril Forsberg, Robert Marksman, M'gann M'orzz, Xiomara Rojas, Daniel Hastings, Samuel Morgan, Hal Jordan




Toril Forsberg has posed:
Almost 800 years ago, a temple had collapsed in this very spot. Time had buried it and the entrance to it. Cavities and catacombs were covered and one chamber in particular was left dark and sealed for the centuries. As time carried on, various things took place on the surface, society advanced and eventually an Oil Refinery was built very nearly on top of that very spot. Then, something that happens all the time became soemthing massively worse.

The news stories and alerts went out soon after what some thought was a strange Earthquake took place. Something unbelievable for this part of the world but made perfect sense for the circumstances. One of the pipes (heated and reheated hundreds of times) cracked at the wrong moment and the explosion ripped through the refinery. Many were injured off the bat and already the refinery was working toward the appropriate measures. That is. Until the ground beneath the refinery began to crack.

Deep under the surface, a being wreathed in wind and shadow shifted slightly as it felt the shift. The opportunity that it had been waiting centuries for. Slowly, the mouth opened, what air was in there began to spin and then slowly the being lowered its feet to the ground and its arms pushed up.

On teh surface, what felt like a magnitude six Earthquake to those in the refinery started. The earth breaking apart, catacombs and spaces beneath the place breaking and falling in. The whole of the Earth began to tremble not simply from some tectonic event but from what was essentially a cave in. Whole areas of the ground began to cave in and two more explosions went off.

Alerts started going out. The refinery had several full tanks of fuel that had not yet been reached. Thanks to the fast thinking of those there, pipes had been sealed and cut off but then almost as if one problem wasn't enough, storm clouds began to form over the factory and winds began to pick up. As the first lightning bolt struck, the first news story was hitting several channels about a freak accident in the Netherlands and speculation about potential danger to not just the people in the refinery but also to the city around it began to fill the airwaves.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman was in town here for a meeting with a company. He felt the shakes that made it to shore, and listening to the radio he hears a bit more of what's going on. After a quick stop by a camping store, and dropping way more money than they cost, a man in black is heading towards the rig. Darksight is now on the job, and hopes that the emergency rafts he bought might help him tow people out of danger.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
     Terran news was remarkably easier to access when you had internet access, instead of having to wait until you could pick up a signal that you could understand. A refinery disaster, accompanied by an earthquake? A very good opportunity for Miss Martian to help out. After all, her powers were ideal for search and rescue. And of course, her girlfriend wanted to tag along...
     Despite having to concentrate somewhat on flying so Ship knew where to go, M'gann couldn't deny that she'd enjoyed Xiomara's expression as what looked like a mid-range electric sedan shifted form and took to the skies now more resembling a futuristic spaceship with its organic curves and swept wings and mandibles. From New York to the Netherlands was about a 15 minute suborbital hop, just enough time to enjoy zero gravity in the middle. Keeping Ship de-cloaked as they approach the site of the disaster, the martian teen scans the area, trying to pick up knowledge and maybe images from those on the ground. One familiar signature is noticed, but abruptly tuned out. She's NOT interested in that one.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
    "I dun see how we're gunna drive to friggin' Holland." Was what Xiomara had said when the opportunity to go be heroines came up

    That all changed when she sat in the passenger seat with Obelus, her living Chain wrapped around her like a lazy snake.

    "Wow." Crush's reaction, while understated, is without a doubt one of impressed disbelief. Particularly in the momentary weightlessness. "This is far out, Meg."

    "Uh, can Ship scan for life or somethin? Maybe we should see if anyone needs help in that factory-thing, first." Crush suggests to Miss Martian before her eyes slide across the sight of ground falling in on itself. "Jesus Christ. What the hell is that?" "Is there somethin' in the ground over there?"

Daniel Hastings has posed:
    'Gone Fishin'. Daniel had found one of those plaques in a kitchy dollar store and liked it. So when he went fishing.. he put it on his door. Off to England they went. Why England you ask? Because it's the only place that Daniel can remember where the surf casting is any good. It was a brisk and sunny day with gulls in the air waiting for a bite of whatever they caught. Along with lunch, Daniel had brought along a secure radio which sat on the beach otherwise quiet.

Until the news went out. The emergency channel started squawking something fierce. "Hold my rod, Sam." He handed it off to the trainee and went over to the radio to key the code needed to change channels and he started listening. "Bloody.." He looks to Sam, the radio, Sam.. "How's your Dutch?" He asks out of hand. "I hope it's one you have tucked away, lad, because we're off to the other side of the channel.. thataway." He points across the water like he knows where he's going. Which is good.. because they didn't take a quinjet. They'd simply.. appeared.. on the beach.. using Daniel's patented I can be anywhere I like ability. Daniel bends to brush off sand from his feet to stuff them back into his boots. "Might as well reel in the lines. We'll come back for the kit later. We have an emergency."

When all is said and done, Daniel holds aloft a hand as though getting a bearing or looking off into the distance then brings another hand up to join it.. drawing one hand back as though pulling the string on a bow.. only.. the air shimmers in front of him.. distorts.. and soon looks like the shoreline of a distant country where all hell is breaking loose. "After you lad.. but stay close. If we start taking fire.. disable any guns you see and keep your head down. Got it?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    If you asked Sam what he'd be doing after his therapist appointment, the first thing that came to his mind would not have been 'fishing'. It certainly wouldn't feature in the top ten of most people's expectations of him either, but... well, Daniel had offered, and there was the possibility of a two man bike race later, so why not? The mode of transportation was unexpected, and Sam had left Bear behind in the care of several agents who were more than happy to have the Shepherd around the office. But even the quiet fishing expedition, to which the teenager had started to warm after an hour or two, seems like it must come to an abrupt end.

    "Dutch? Not a word, I hope they understand German." Ouch. Perhaps mark him for a few sensitivity classes later. As it stands, he quickly reels in the lines, lamenting that he was /this/ close to his next catch and... appears. Elsewhere. Nifty, that.

    The sights snap him out of holiday mode quickly, and he scans the area, right hand dropping for a pistol that most certainly wasn't there. Habits, they die hard. That leaves him with just his SHIELD jacket, a badge, and a whole lot of charm. In short, utterly disarmed but for his wit. "What do I look like, Houdini? It doesn't work like that unless we run into sentry turrets. If we run into sentry turrets in an oil refinery in the bloody Netherlands, I'll be very surprised." But he mentions it with a jocular tone as he starts to lead the way, double timing towards what he believes must be the control center of the facility. "Standard procedure?"

Hal Jordan has posed:
In Brightest Day, in Blackest Night
No Evil shall escape my sight
Let those who worship evil's might
Beware my Power, Green Lantern's Light!

Green Lantern wasn't originally on this side of the Atlantic when the explosion and earthquake went off. No, he was back home. But...as was his usual, Green Lantern flies straight up into space, does the fast travel up there, then comes back down into the atmosphere over the refinery. The space travel part is so fast that the only real time he loses is the time going up and the time coming down, and even then, he's pretty darn fast as a flier.

He's powerdiving into the area when he orders his ring, to "Find Survivors!" And if he sees any with his eyes, constructs are on standby to protect whoever he happens to find first. Naturally, the ring handles all translations for him.

The Ring hasn't picked up the entity yet, but the Lantern has a forcefield up anyway in the event of explosions or whatever.

Toril Forsberg has posed:
As people are arriving, the sight is very dire. The refinery is on fire in various spots and men are running all over trying to get things taken care of. However, there's an issue brewing that is growing fast. Above the refinery, almost directly above it, a storm is building. For those coming down from space, it is very strange. The storm is localized to just this location. It's not some rolling in front or moving storm, it's almost like it is building up here and the pressure changes can be felt. Already. lighting is crackling across the cloud that is billowing and wind seems to be picking up from some unknown source.

M'gann and Xio can see it happening and as both she and Green Lantern begin to scan, they can start to find that there are several survivors trapped in wreckage throughout the refinery and under it. A few not so lucky guys slipped into a hole created by the Earth that still seems to be having occasional tremors. They can also sense a few groups that are desperately trying to help.

Inside the main buliding, men are digging and pulling desperately but carefully at machinery to try to get at two trapped men. In another area, a woman is screaming in torment as her leg is crushed under metal that two guys are trying to move even as fire starts heading their way. In another part of the facility, a large group of workers and engineers are working desperately to bring in trucks and get them filled, yelling about time being of the essence.

As Dan and Sam approach the control building, Sam can start to sense the alerts on the computer. The computer is still active and someone is desperately trying to close valves and tell the computer to reroute flows but something is wrong and not every command is going through.

Inside the facility, a man is desperately screaming at a fried console trying hard to make buttons work while another tries to repair it.

Deep below the Earth, something fumes and lets out an enraged scream even as wind bursts up through a crack that leads to the surface and the Earth begins to shift again from the building pressure.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
     "Not really scan for /life/ as much, but minds. Ship's psychic like I am, I don't even really need to touch the controls. She has a psi amp that'd be used for talking between ships if there /were/ any other living bioships out there right now, but they do boost my own range a lot. And they'll let me look for survivors." Placing her hands on the glowing spots on her arm rests, M'gann's eyes glow green as she deepens her link with ship, and opens the floodgates.
     Her face contorts in pain, the glow stops, and the martian heroine immediately jerks her hands away from the controls. "There's... There's something under the refinery. Something /angry/ Like hundreds of people, all feeling nothing but rage, and screaming... We have to get any survivors out. ...And tell someone about this. ...Who do we tell? Should I just do an area broadcast or something?" ...M'gann may be slightly panicking. Ship, meanwhile, is helpfully pinpointing survivors from the accident and displaying markers over their locations on the ship's canopy. Including one particularly strong signature surrounded by green, which is helpfully tagged as Green Lantern. "...I probably should. ...I don't know if I can help everywhere with all the fire. Do you want me to drop you off? I can link you with me for communications. Just like a phone call."
     M'gann focuses herself again, eyes glowing as she broadcasts to every mind in the area. Yes, even Sam's. <<This is Miss Martian. The heroes are here, and we're working to save people. But there is something angry underground. I don't know what it is, but it's not good. If you can, get away from the area as fast as possible. If you're a hero and here to help, I can connect you to a psychic link to help coordinate if you wish. I've already tagged those of you who are injured, and will direct first responders to you. If you are in other imminent danger, Think about my name as hard as you can, and I will respond.>> "...I hope they don't get mad..."

Robert Marksman has posed:
Darksight will head into the refinery. He drops the rafts near some men as he says "Emergency rafts." He hopes the speak english, at one of the bright flashes of light he will wince a bit, He concentrates and the man who seems more than walking shadow will head inside, using his x-ray vision to look for people. He makes sure to fly a little off the ground not wanting to cause anything to collapse. He will move to the nearest area where things need to be lifted, and will move to help them. He gets the mental thought and while he is a bit hesitant, he will concentrate on the woman's name Miss Martian, Darksight here, am inside the Refinery.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
    Xiomara looks over to M'gann. "Okay, so the refinery it is. I guess if that's where you need to be, Meg, that's okay." she says over to Miss Martian as she prepares to drop into the hot zone with Obelus. "And.. just breath, we got this. Link with me. Me and Obelus will take care of things on the ground- you keep an eye out and help coordinate, yeah? You stay safe." she smiles over to Megan.

    "Alright, Obelus. We go in and we kick ass." she says as Ship drops her off- they've got a way to fall, but that's not a problem from Crush who's booted feet find the ground quickly enough. "Let's go." And into the breech she goes to start saving people from what looked to be a very bad happening.

Hal Jordan has posed:
Green Lantern, or rather his ring, senses the problem below the earth...and flies right down into it. As he goes, he uses constructs shaped like a moving crane to gently pick massive rubble up off people topside, but most of his effort is concentrated below.

If there's an entity down here...and more importantly, people down here, then this is where he has to be to deal with it.

To Miss Martian, <<Connect away. I'm more used to J'onn's mind than yours, but it's not that different. I'm headed down. I'm gonna need to deal with what's down there>>.

His first priority down there is saving people, second priority is containing the monster, whatever it is.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
"You mean save lives?" Daniel replies with a dark laugh as he looks over at Sam. "First rule of SIPDE." Whatever that is, he stops for a moment and starts panning the space.. the air in front of him shimmering faintly as he surveils the scene. "Right.. there's a control room with some men not having much luck. I'm going to drop you in there. Keep your com open. If you need an immediate evac, let me know." He squints, "And.. it looks like they're trying to evacuate some sort of.. fluid. I can't imagine they'd be worried about gasoline since it's everywhere. See if you can't get one of them to tell you what it is. They're just as like to speak English as French so I'll do my best there."

As Daniel opens a portal to the control room for Sam, he keys up his coms, "Agent Hastings to control center, track this signal, oil refinery fire and earthquake emergency response. Present with the other Agent I took with me." 'agent' "Also, unnatural storm formation above. Mutliple casualties. Will advise further." The com is stuffed in his pocket then he folds space once again to appear next to one of the men yelling at the trucks who looks semi-official. "Agent Hastings, SHIELD." He doesn't bother flashing a badge. "We're working on a response but what's happening here." He gestures to the tankers and the scrambling men.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The one drawback of working on a Doctorate in Physics and Chemistry at the same time, and having first hand practical experience with explosives and demolition charges, is that Sam can't help but start calculating the yield of any explosion that might occur if these tanks are even half full. SIPDE gets a grin. "I think we can skip straight to predict here, this could get nasty. Good luck, see you on the ride home."

    He appears out of thin air in the pandemonium that is the control room, the alerts being blared at him from the computer system actually check his stride. Whooo... But then he's all business, announcing clearly. "Agent Morgan, SHIELD, sitrep please. And where do you need me?" Eyes scan over the schematics, looking at fluid flows, flow ratios and valve settings. Not. Good.

    <<Be advised, blast radius of this facility is approximately two point eight kilometers. We may have to flare off what's down here to prevent a catastrophic explosion.>> He's trying to think it as he mentions it in his comm unit, hoping that whoever Miss Martian is, they'll at least catch the outline of the problem.

Toril Forsberg has posed:
People look surprised by the arrival of Darksight but when he starts lifting the heavy metal off of that woman's leg, they look nothing but grateful, saying so in Dutch as they pull the woman free and she sobs uncontrollably. Luckily, she might still have that leg thanks to Robert's intervention. Still, all the same, people are a little weirded out by M'gann's mind comin in loud and clear but then they really are also grateful for the words. Some don't really respond to her right off as they aren't really sure what to make of it. However, after a moment, the voice of the man that Daniel is approaching comes through.

<<Miss Martian, these tanks near the edge of the refinery, they are full. Full of gasoline. If they burst or explode, the damage to the surrounding area and environment could be catastrophic. If anyone can help us move them or their contents, that would help.>>

Meanwhile, Xio arrives at the location of the men who have fallen into what equates to a sink hole and it seems her timing is perfect. That chain of hers could be extremely helpful in getting them out even as the men top side are trying to set up something of a pulley system. The men up top, stare though for a moment at Xio before saying something in surprise in Dutch at her, seeming unsure if maybe she is the angry thing they were just warned about?

The two guys in the control center look over at Samuel in surprise and one looks up confused but the other says, "My English is not good but must stop flows." He states and points at the controls, "They are broken but all flows must stop." He points out, "Or fire will spread." He points out toward the tanks in the distance, "Full tanks. Big." And hten he makes a motion with his hand flaring his fingers out while making what sounds like an explosion noise.

As for Green Lantern, well, he can feel the Earth shifting but as he moves the Earth, working his way down, something starts to push back against him. As he moves more and more Earth, wind starts to pick up. Almost like a cyclone of wind and as he goes down, he can start to hear what sounds like the muffled and tortured screams of many people all at once.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
     "...Thanks, Xio. I'll do what I can from up here. Stay safe, okay?" Xiomara gets a brief goodbye hug, before Ship helpfully opens a hole in the side for the half-czarnian to depert through. Okay, back to playing coordination... Give the rescue personnel directions towards the people they CAN help, connect Green Lantern, Darksight, Xio And who's apparently a SHIELD agent?... Herself, she loses some altitude and starts moving pieces of debris, carefully lifting them free in a way that won't cause collapse like the world's most dangerous game of Jenga. The gas tanks in question... Fortunately they're not on fire. <<I'm moving the tanks now, there might be a bit of leakage but I'll do my best to pinch off the pipes or use shut off valves where I can. Also, anyone who's in the link, You will hear people as speaking your native langauge, and they will hear you as theirs. Another fringe benefit.>> Let's see... That one has a shutoff valve near the base, but better pinch of the pipes to make sure... One at a time, the massive tanks are disconnected and lifted clear, the martian's eyes flaring green with effort.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
    "Obelus, give those guy's a hand." Crush says to her good friend, and Chain, Obelus. Obelus is more than capable- she flies down and offers large, chunky chain links as hand holds. "Don't worry! She won't hurt you, she's just going to wrap you up a bit and I'll pull you both up!" she shouts down to the men who'd fallen into the hole.

    "You're going to be okay!" Crush assures them- but still, with red eyes and looking suspiciously like another well known Czarnian it isn't entirely unlikely they'll be less than thrilled to see her.

    While the majority of Crush's focus is on these men, for the time being, she does keep her eye on the expanding hole. "What the hell is that?!" she exclaims, "Yo! It's me or *that*!" she points over towards the being as she leans in to make sure she's got a hand on Obelus.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman :nods his head a bit to this again winceing at the lighting and the fire, but he heads deeper into the refinery itself. He scans for people, and when his back is to the fire he will use thermal to try to pick up peoples body heat, but this is used cautiously. He will think to the group. "I brought some rafts, and can get people out a bit quicker, but it is a distinctly unplesant trip for them if we need to use that way.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
<<Ahh.. Miss Martian.. Agent Hastings of SHIELD. I have a man at the control room assisting there. I'm going to.. attempt.. to redirect the oil to the tanker in the harbor. If you lose contact with me, I'm next to the gentleman who just asked to move the contents and am quite likely in distress. Cheers!>> Daniel thinks it. It's odd. To say the least. But he does look to the engineer beside him and give the fellow a thumbs up. Into his comm, he speaks, "Agent Morgan, give me the identifier of the most at risk refinery tank. We'll start with that one." When Samuel gives him the designation, he looks around.. at walls and tanker trucks and chaos until he sees what he's looking for. "Well. Here goes nothing old chap." He offers with a devil may care sort of smile to the man before dropping down onto his knees and holding out his arms. One arm is directed towards the massive tank designated C16.. a focal point for his efforts. The other arm is outstretched.. towards the harbor.

At first.. nothing seems to be happening. Then.. Daniel begins to sweat.. grit his teeth.. look.. pained. His breathing is becoming labored as his fingers begin to clench as though grabbing something invisible as tightly as he can. You'd think he was trying to bench press twice his body weight the way he was acting.

But for those in the control room the results are clear. The volume contained in the tank is dropping.. and fast.. as two points in space coalesce into one and gravity takes over to empty the tank into the tanker ship at anchor out in the harbor.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "That would be bad." Sam agrees, noting the distinct accented English and trying not to smile. He'd known too many people with a similar accent... Which kicks his brain straight back into work mode, as procedures and work flows that have been painstakingly trained into him come floating back out of the depths of recollection. First things first, contain the danger. Fire is spreading, it must not. Fuel is flowing towards a fire, it must not. Valves are open, they must be shut.

    "I'm going to have to borrow your operating system for a moment." the teenager calls out as he jogs towards a secondary terminal and pushes the operator aside, seat and all, with a simple "Excuse me for a sec...". And then... well, then he has to make it look good. At least it's a fairly standard UNIX system, and technically he can do this if he had half an hour and two thumbdrives filled with specialised software, and in theory what he's doing is possible, just... well... why bother? His fingers fly over the keyboard, executing commands. The commands that he types are most certainly not the ones being executed, however, and the system begins to override itself. Soon there is a loud siren as the master shutdown is triggered remotely, and the console goes into lockdown. No need for an operator to realise that this wasn't the source of the lockdown command...

    "Is there a delivery pipeline we can dump the finished product into, or are we going to have to dump it all into the flare stacks? Your call, but make it now."

    It's not really a surprise to see the pressure in tank C-16 dropping, but Sam still can't help but be just a little bit impressed by his fellow agent's prowess. <<Be advised. Do not just rip these tanks out of the ground. This is not a play set. Any tank moved without precaution may cause an explosion or spillage.>>

Hal Jordan has posed:
Green Lantern flies down, down into the earth. And down here there's...wind? That's not right. Screams of the damned? That's DEFINITELY not right. Still, he's not a Lantern of the Corps of Will and overcoming great fear for nothing, and right into the mouth of perdition he goes. His will is what's letting him travel through the cyclone...it can slow a Lantern down, but it's nowhere near enough to stop him.

"Ring, analysis. What is that?" But once he locks eyes on the thing, he can start making constructs to deal with it.

Toril Forsberg has posed:
The work of Xio is greatly thanked, these men are alive thanks to her. They are a little bit freaked out by the method but the point of them being taken over toward whatever it is that was screaming versus the girl with the chain, they took the girl with the chain. Now they are being pulled out and already men are reaching into the holes to give them a hand.

Meanwhile, Megan's plan might have been a bit reckless but it worked. She was pulling an entire tank away from the flames. In the meantime, Daniel was literaly siphoning off a massive amount of fuel and putting it in a tanker out in the harbor. All over there is a feeling of relief from the workers who are now starting to make their way out and away from this place.

Robert is able to find another group and starting leading them out and toward the nearby waterway to get them on a raft and get them to safety. They call out in thanks as they float away.

Samuel is able to really stop things from getting worse and the guys in there have no idea how. They are grateful though as tehy see the systems starting to get set right. The man steps forward and nods to Samuel before looking to him, "Flare stacks." He states simply enough and nods his head before he looks back over things, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Hal, on the other hand, is finding the source of the calamity. What appears to be the destroyed hall of a former temple has a being standing in the middle of it, staring at him as he lowers in. The place long ago collapsed and now standing before him is this girl who is over six foot tall, her hair flaring and whipping about as small arcs of electricity arc over her body. Her eyes are completely blackened out, her face twisted in a maniacal rage and wind whipping this way and that down here. Suddenly she simply screams out and it sounds like many voices screaming at once before she rushes him. She's fast. Easily out pacing a car on an interstate as she comes at him with the force of a freight train, sending a wild punch right at him.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
     Clearing the blast zone, M'gann gently lowers the tank to the ground on a location where it shouldn't sink into the dirt too deeply. And then, back to help more survivors. A telekinetic boost helps get the rafts of rescuees clear, the psi net is full of chatter as people coordinate rescues, and more valves are turned by invisible hands as a second tank lifts into the air. While not /actively/ listening, she's picked up the gist of what flare stacks are, and is going to do her best to keep clear before those turn on. It /really/ wouldn't be good if she passed out and dropped a tank.

Xiomara Rojas has posed:
    Once the two men are safe and sound, Xiomara looks towards the screaming... whatsit. Whatever it was she had to do *something*. "You guys get as far from here as you can." she says to the men as she turns to look around for a moment.

    Those red eyes fall on a mostly ruined truck. A quick leap over has Crush grabbing the truck and LAUNCHING it at the 'screamy' demon thing. It was worth a try.

Robert Marksman has posed:
Robert Marksman looks about and if he sees no more people he will ask over the thought com "Ok, we got a clue what' causing this, where I can be of the most use?" He will look around heading wards where the GL went down since he aint come up yet.

Daniel Hastings has posed:
By the time Daniel can see that the tank is empty, he's about ready to pass out. He drops his hands to his side then falls forward onto a hand as he gasps for breath after that exertion. "One more for the team." A few deep breaths and he pushes himself back to his feet and looks to the space on his right. A lifted palm and MUCH less effort brings a pleasant field into view near him. "Right. Come on lads, off you go. Run with a purpose!" His free hand begins making the circular universal traffic signal for haul ass people. "Your oil is on the SS Fjordham in the bay." This he tells the foreman near him.

Then he.. remembers he has a voice in his head. <<This tank is empty. I'm evacuating the nearby workers. Do we have any civilians left and any idea what's caused this?>>

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Understood, flaring." It's a bold decision, and honestly Sam's not sure what decision he would have made in the man's shoes. On the one hand, flaring off the contents of the tanks is the safest course of action, on the other they'll be burning literally millions worth of fuel and oil. It's no exaggeration to say that the oil price around the world is going to go up because of this. But a decision has been made. He's still at the same console he used before, bringing up a schematic of the pipe network, the status of the valves and taking note of areas that are reporting fire or where data is simply missing... It's the kind of action that takes deliberate thought and some planning, or pipes are going to rupture and this could lead to an even greater catastrophe.

    This time he calls into his comm, and the mental link, even as he's typing. <<Stand clear of all tanks and pipes. Valves are about to be released to flare off the contents of the tanks. Do not interrupt the process, or everything will explode. I'm not joking.>>. He doesn't have more time for even more dire cautions, he needs to balance the flow and keep the pressure roughly equal, like playing a grand piano where certain keys are wired to a detonator for the world's largest non-nuclear explosive. <<If you know what caused it, if you could stop it from doing it again for the next ten minutes or so, much appreciated>>

    Fuel and oil gurgle through the pipes, reversing direction, flowing towards the large flare stacks. Large flames launch into the air as the refined fuel is being slowly but irrevocably burned.

Hal Jordan has posed:
And as Toril takes a swing at the Lantern, the Lantern puts a shield up. The construct holds, at least for this first hit. The Ring reports, "-Subject is Asgardian. The presence of something else has also been detected. Subject is unlikely to be reasoned with.-

"Fantastic..."

As the shield withstands the first blow, the Ring creates all sorts of medieval looking weapons...it's an Asgardian, after all, so large green swords, axes, maces, flails, spears, lances, all of them come flinging at her from every direction. However...lethal force is currently not authorized by the Guardians, so if any of those things would deal a fatal blow, the ring will automatically 'check the swing' to hit with the flat of a blade, the blunt end of the spear, the heft of an axe, whatever turns out to be necessary to incapacitate without lethal force.

Toril Forsberg has posed:
The world is saved. Well, at least a portion of the Netherlands is saved. While there'd be a great deal of lost revenue, there was no massive explosion that could have destroyed a city. The lightning and wind are even beginning to die down. As the fire shoots into the air, down below, the Lantern is beating up on the being that seems to have been the cause of all of this. A wild thing, she simply wasn't capable of keeping up with a Lantern that was prepared. So, while she does break and smash through a couple of constructs, she ends up taking one too many blows to the head and slowly the blackness in her eyes fades out and she slumps to the ground with a thud. As she does, the storm begins to subside and the wind begins to die down.

The fuel moved by the heroes is safe and more importantly, the people there are for the most part fine. Sadly, there was some casualities before they arrived but there isn't much that can be done about that. Though, as the storm begins to break, the heroes are treated to the sound of people letting out cheers from all around at a job well done.

Inside the control tower, a man walks right up to Samuel and pats him right on the back, "You're very good!" He declares in his heavy accent and grins at him.

M'gann M'orzz has posed:
     When the flare stacks light, M'gann is fortunately far enough away that she doesn't immediately pass out, instead just ending up... woozy. Ship settles to the ground as the link fades out, the only connection remaining the one to Xio so the heroine's girlfriend can find her way over. She'll... She'll celebrate in a bit. Once she's strong enough to sit up.

Hal Jordan has posed:
The Green Lantern has knocked her out...but ultimately, this is one of Thor's people, and it's ultimately Thor's responsibility. His responsibility is to make sure the girl gets to Avenger's Mansion so Thor can properly take care of her. There's likely things only he can do for her that even his ring can't manage. Putting her into a green construct box for transport (in case she wakes up mid flight), he takes off back to New York.

If the psychic link is still up, <<Found an Asgardian down there. Taking her back to Thor. The disturbance should be gone now.>>

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The cheering. It's... unexpected. Sam has never found himself in this situation before. Normally a mission well done ended in a swift extraction, loud music on the ride back to base and maybe, just maybe, a toast to fallen comrades afterwards. Usually he's planning his AAR by now, not... not celebrating. Luckily he can see the man approach in the reflection of the screen before he gets a pat on the back, or that might have been a different reaction altogether. As it is, he smiles and turns to the control room staff. "Just doing my job. And, as you should expect from the cavalry, I'll leave you all to do the cleanup." He gives a wink, the universal signal of a joke, before he takes a few steps towards the door and lifts his comm.

    <<Daniel, get me the hell out of there.>>

Daniel Hastings has posed:
    One immediate evac coming up. Daniel shifts his focus to where he knew Sam to last be. The vision before him scrolling like he was surfing channels. Ahh, there's the rookie. He reaches out and tugs Sam through to stand next to him before dropping the portal. "You alright?" He looks Sam over curiously.. no signs of injury.. the Brit brushes off Sam's shoulders out of reflex. One has to look proper after all. Even in a war zone. "You look like you have all of your limbs." He sniffs once then looks about.. noting the sky was clearing. "Hmm. I tell you what. Let me send you back to the farm and I'll stick around to coordinate cleanup efforts. You did good." He smiles at Sam before opening a portal to the Triskelion. THIS one was easy.