Log:Fly Me to the Moon

2019/10/25 	 Sentinel Spirit Porter Paragon Breach Reactor 1

Paragon pads out towards the landing field from the main Headquarters building. There may be some uneasy looks as some check to make sure she lacks the pink bow that Antigon has affixed to her helm. Previously, two other Paragon dopplegangers helped wreck the comm antennae and managed to beat up the heroes that tried to stop them. She offers cub scout salutes to agents who pass her. The white glowing eyes recessed within her helm's eyeslots scan about to ensure the area is secured.

Reactor is not a hard one to notice concidering he lights up like a X-mas tree in flight as the various radiation Emissions fly off him in various colors. He has heard of the request for aid and finds himself Flying over the StarGuard compound and takes notices of the last minute details of getting ready. Reactor hovers over the landing Field as various crews and ships prep for departure and Spots Paragon and begins his decent, Offering a polite wave to the hero as he comes in for a landing.

It may or may not help Paragon that she has a sidekick. Far shorter and less imposing, but covered in a similar suit of plating that even bears a matching color scheme. Who it may be is a mystery... until he trips over the wheel of a passing cart of warheads, spilling some of them to the tarmac along with face-planting himself into the ground as well.

A digitized and amplified-yet-muffled "Sorry!" is heard.

Breach lounges against a Starguard flying van. He's wearing his full Breach Suit and very clearly packing more heat than most major SWAT fireteams. Looking over at the approaching P-Team, Breach nods his helmeted head while he basks in the glow of the living nuclear power plant coming in for a landing.

"Sup?"

Paragon fires off another salute Reactor's way, just as the warheads start to spill from her sidekick's trip. She halts and about-faces, her legs and hips adjusting first before the rest of her turns mechanically. "Oh, dear," the mechanical hear echoes as she takes a knee by sidekick and warheads. She plants one hand to stop them from rolling further, while another is extended to help her sidekick up.

A crack of thunder goes off in the distance as Griffin drops from orbit. He falls towards the ocean before flying rapidly towards StarGuard Gamma Base- leaving a spray of seawater behind him as he goes. He comes in so low to avoid all the shuttles & armed escort being worked on out in the open.

He senses Reactor's radiation fueled biology and comes in for a landing behind him. The SuperSoldier strides into the building, looking around and spotting Paragon who seems to also be Reactor's target.

He's surprised to see Porter in armor. Things must be worse than he guessed.

He nods to Team P. "Hopefully I'm not too la--" He sees Breach. "My man. What's up BREACH." He says, offering secret Army Bros daps. Now they can get the real work done.

Telepathic message from Paragon to Porter: << "It must take some getting used to, Sweetie." Para shares feelings of how smitten she is, and how adorable she finds him. "Should I be still calling you by your name in this suit? Or do you think it would concern others as we face your other self?" >>

"Hey! Griff! Here I was afraid they'd send us up without proper fire support," intones a(n) (un)characteristically chipper Breach. It's amazing how quickly one's mood can turn around when they've got a friend to go through Hell with them.

Reactor watches the accident and shakes his head ever so gently. His gaze first falling on the one lounging, and as he believes he's being addressed by the man, but not sure if that address was to paragon or not. In either case Reactor nods his head in greeting To Breach, even as he watches the Other Hero fly in and greet the man Called 'Breach'

Paragon hears Porter's voice inside her head: << Everything's a little ...bigger. Wider. Does take some getting used to, but I'll figure it out. You can call me me. Or Sweetie works, too. >>

Telepathic message from Paragon to Porter: << That gets Para to smile behind her faceplate. "Alright, Sweetie." She's worried for the fight to come, but she has her sweetie and Partner by her side. >>

Griffin grins. "You know I wouldn't leave you or these two in the lurch." He says to Rick with all the confidence in the world. "We're gonna toast this greaseball and his interdimensional crew of lackies and misfits. Or that's my plan so far." He laughs.

"I brought the lighter fluid," replies Breach, patting the guns holstered at his hips, "You bring the marshmallows?"

Breach smirks slightly before turning the mirrored orange visor of his helmet toward Reactor. Tipping his head slightly, Breach waves to him too.

"Sup, Sparky?"

Paragon allows the Starguard agents to take over the retrieving and reloading of the warheads, then rises up to help Portagon to his feet. They got some time with Kyssie before the assault prep, ensuring she was safe and got all the love, hugs, and kisses before they left, plus the sandwich Porter prepped for her. Crusts cut off and cut into triangles, just the way she likes. "Greetings, Griffin. I wish we were reuniting under better circumstances. We still can't thank you enough for all your past help," she says, leaving out the specifics concerning the laws he broke to help the retrieve their kidnapped daughter years back.

Reactor touches down and slowly walks as he looks to Breach as he's called "sparky " and tilts his head in confusion before looking at himself as he's not prone to discharge sparks. So while looking at the At-ease lounging fellow he says, "Sparky??" in a hollow-duel natured voice of his. Then Reactor looks at the other Heros present, and other than Paragon and Reactor believes he's seen Griffin before, but can't recall where, the others are all new to him.

Griffin laughs. "You know it." He says to Rick before offering an outstretched hand to Paragon. "Me too Paragon- but its still good to see you guys nonetheless." He says with a nod before adding, "Absolutely. I'm glad I was able to help you guys out." He sounds positively pleased about that last part- like he'd do it all over again if he had to.

Paragon pans her head to Reactor. "We meet again." She points to her helm. "No bow." As her hand lowers, she intones warmly, "I'm glad you've come to help." She's good at pretending to be calm when doom looms. Also the full helm does wonders in hiding the worry.

"It's a nickname. Welcome to the ops group," grunts Breach to Reactor. He shakes his head a little bit, glancing over at Paragon and Portergon, before he looks back at The Radioactive Man.

Reactor nods to Paragon and says "Indeed, it was my pleasure to be of assistance in how ever I may be. " Then he looks to Breach, "Nickname hmm, Im sure you'll come up with something better suited sooner, or later. " his tone light as he jests a bit. "Though one must inquire, if this mission of yours is space bound. do you have means to provide breathing for those who aren't yet capable of surviving in space? "

Griffin simply nods at that. Holding your breath is a viable plan if you're a SuperCharged SuperSoldier like the Colonial Bay Sentinel though its less than ideal for combat situations.

Paragon looks over to Porter, then to Reactor. "I am unliving, and can survive in the vacuum of space, though extended time may freeze me. Porter acquired a space-worthy suit from my Sis, Allison. She's quite the technical genius," she says proudly.

"So, are we all doing nicknames?" Paragon's sidekick asks after getting to his feet with Para's help, and without setting off any warheads. Porter takes a moment to get his spatial awareness back as he tries to adjust to the armor.

"Nicknames always worked as an introduction starter in the Army," offers Breach. He looks at Reactor and shrugs, "It's not my mission. I got voluntold to ride a minivan into outer space so I could blow up a rogue trillionaire's Moon base."

Breach shrugs again and twirls an index finger in the air.

"Sounds like an average Friday night for some of us."

Reactor shrugs his shoulders a bit. "Well working names tend to do better I believe, which is why I go by Reactor. " Then Reactor looks to Griffin and Paragon and adds. "So if Im to be fighting in space, I'll either have to equip myself with some form of breathing aparatus, or alter my body to where I don't need to breath at all. Since Im still getting used to these abilities of mine, I have a feeling the later would be more time consuming than the former. "Then he looks to Breach. "Though if this individual has a house on the moon chances are it has an Atmosphere, for us to fight in.... that is until as you say you blow it up."

"Well to be fair, some of us are just made for this kind of thing." Griffin says in agreement with Breach. "Now all we have to do is keep AntiPorter from spending his way out of this @$whoopin' and then we can get back to rogue satellites, people stranded at sea & avalanche season." He adds. Its a busy time of year for a Search & Rescue trained superhero.

He shrugs at Reactor before offering him his hand. "Nice to have you with us, Reactor. I'm Griffin- but the papers always call me Sentinel." He says, picking up the radioactive man's reluctance to play things loose with names. He smirks realizing he and Breach probably got themselves worked up playing off each other and made him uncomfortable.

But these Operators know how to keep things in tip top shape for missions- especially when that mission is blowing stuff up.

"I'm callsign 'Breach'," replies, uh, Breach. He shrugs a little bit and adds, "The flying minivans should have helmets and rebreathers loaded up for strike teams like us."

Paragon looks towards the staging area for preparation. "Just a hovervan? I suppose there wasn't much they could equip in time." She pans back to Griffin and the others. "Has anyone heard of news on a scouting mission? Or a briefing of what we're getting into?"

When Griffin offers his hand Reactor is highly reluctant to shake it. Though everyone can see a slight shimmer around Reactor as it seems to shrink back from his hands "Typicaly not a good thing for me to be touching other organics, as my nature has deabilitating affect on Organic flesh. " he explains. "Though in this case I'll keep that affect to a absolute minimum for a moment or two." Reactor clasps hands with Griffin for a very brief shake before letting go as his shield snaps back into place. Then Reactor looks to the one Called Breach and nods "Well lets hope they've got one in my size hmm?" as he gives the man a curt nod of greeting.

"Just so you know, Reactor, Sentinel there eats radiation for breakfast. Kinda literally."

Breach pantomimes eating a candy bar. It's probably weird to see with that mirrored orange face lens in the way. He shrugs a little bit and adds, "I'm not immune to radiation, but it's not like they've found a way to keep me dead yet."

"Hm. I've not had much direct interactions with Radiation," Paragon ponders. "Though it may be detrimental to my organic components."

Porter looks to Paragon. And has to adjust his gaze to properly see her through the eyeslots in his helmet. "So don't test it?" he suggests.

"I think I'll be fine." Griffin says with a chuckle. "I'm more or less rad-proof. So don't worry. If it comes down to blasting AntiPorter or one of his cronies & needing to hit me to do it- pull the trigger." Griffin says looking very serious.

The heroes are gathered and getting to know each other at the Landing Field as agents prepare and hustle to fix ships with the components Victory's away team secured, as well as other raw materials. There seems to be a second Paragon that's a few inches shorter, and not quite as bulky. That's Porter in the spaceworthy suit Allison cobbled up for him.

Reactor looks to Paragon and then Griffin, "Well lets not test that theory unless we absolutely have too. " Reactor replies "Last thing I wish to have happen is to accidently damage or seriously injure a fellow hero if I can help it. No matter how ... 'Rad.. proof' you might be.. Just wish I'd more time training at the Steel Gym but this came up so I thought i'd zip on over as fast as I could to lend my aid. "

Dorian comes out onto the landing field to see how preparations are going. He doesn't make a big show of it. Instead, he just observes for hte moment.

Paragon's head pans to Griffin. "Did you have a chance to scout," she lifts a finger to point upwards, "up there? It would be good to know the mission objective. The only one I am certain of is that we are to bring that James Porter to justice so he can have a fair trial."

"Understandable." Griffin says, respecting Reactor's wishes before turning to Paragon.

"I haven't yet. But I can. I figured it might be better to check in first- I wouldn't want to set AntiPorter off, if he can detect me at those speeds." He says.

"Plausible, Griffin. And you would be alone up there." Paragon's head pans across the landing field. It stops as it reaches Dorian's position, and she raises a hand in greeting. "Greetings, Commander Perrault!" She doesn't harbor any hard feelings about Porter's abduction.

Dorian waves to Paragon. "Hey there." He walks over closer to the group that's gathered.

"Commander," intones Breach as Dorian arrives. The Undead Soldier straightens up to proper attention, peeling away from the flying van he's been using as a back support for the past several minutes. He even offers a polite salute despite not actually working for Starguard.

Apprehension! Reasonable suspicion and all that. Porter is reasonably familiar with legal details... from experience, unfortunately. He, the MiniGon looking one, waves to the Commander, offering a digitized and amplified "Hi."

Reactor nods To Griffin thankful that he understands, and looks to the others, before turning to look at the new arrival. "Plus I figure that by aiding in this mission I'll be better able to guage my abilities and see if I might be able to improve upon them or unlock something new that'll help me become a better hero. Though that'll take both time and training. "

Griffin clicks the COmmander a personal hello over EM bands. <<"Good to see you Commander." He says as he turns to Dorian and gives a two fingered salute. "But with the COmmander here- I've got a wingman." He says, reconsidering their options.

He nods to Reactor. "That's good thinking. Space is a good place to let loose if you're worried about hurting people." He says before turning back to the others.

Dorian smiles and says to Reactor, having caught a little of the conversation. "For the record, you don't need to worry about irradiating me. So, feel free to cut loose around me."

Griffin laughs. "I said the same thing."

"I said something similar," offers Breach. He shrugs and takes the moment to circle around the van. Breach promptly stops by the P-Team and regards everyone from his new vantage point.

Paragon smiles behind her faceplate and plants her hands on her hips. "Excellent, you have a Wingman. Anything we could know before going up there could save lives."

Reactor can't help but chuckle a bit when he keeps hearing the samething over and over again. though he's sure that given time he'll find out just how true or false such claims will be. Though it'll be for another time and place. Concidering how many superpowered individuals there are he's not willing to find out by trial and error. So for now Reactor will focus on making sure to do his job and see that others come home without that rad-kissed glow about them.

Porter finally catches up to the conversation, somewhat, and points out to Reactor, just in case. "Um. Please don't irradiate me if you can help it."

Paragon agrees with Porter. "Yes, do not irradiate my Partner, please," she intones hopefully as she places a hand on Porter's shoulder. Her head pans to Porter for a moment and regards him for a while. "I now fully understand why you disliked it so when I was always armored up before."

"Alright- COmmander. Mind doing a couple of laps round the Moon with me? I need a wingman for a recon mission." Griffin says beginning to hover off the ground as he prepares to make for the exit.

Dorian chuckles. "That's like...2 seconds for me." He nods. "Sure, I can head up there to scout. We should be quick, though."

Dorian changes form in a flash of light, leaving him in his Spirit form. He floats off the ground as well. His voice now sounds a bit hollow and distant. "Well, 2 seconds once I'm out of the atmosphere."

Reactor shakes his head ruefuly, "Well you promise to not get in my line of fire and I promise to not shoot you in the .. .well not front. " as he tries to make a teasing joke of it, and isn't sure how well he pulled it off. Then Reactor looks to the one called Griffin and Dorian and looks up and sighs. "Now that must be a fun thing. "

Paragon watches with her impassive helm reflecting the light from Spirit's form. "Good luck, Gentlemen!"

"Shouldn't take me much longer." Griffin says with a nod. "Next time." He adds to Reactor. "When there's time for a race."

The SuperSoldier doens't do anything fancy to leave. He jsut flies for the door and then he starts flying up.

With radio contact already established between he and the Commander they can converse in almost real time one the way there and back.

Griffin will prefer radio silence on the moon jsut in case either of their Alternates are up tehre.

Spirit flies upward with Griffin, leaving a trail of white light behind him as he flies. Subtle...he is not.

Griffin flies straight up, building up speed almost instantly once they're clear of damaging anyoen or anything with a sudden sonic boom. He knows Spirit can keep up.

<<"Alright- how do you wnt to play this one COmmander? Formation or split the Moon in half and stay in radio range?" He inquires while they are still traveling at subluminal speeds.

Spirit shakes his head, << We should stay in visual range. If there are alt versions of ourselves up there, visual confirmation will help us keep track of things. See if you can pick up any trace of this theoried mass driver. >>

<<"I agree." Griffin says with a nod as they break through the last of the clouds. The enormity of the sky stretches out above them- space literally a heart beat away.

<<"Anything in particular that might stand out?" Griffin asks after giving it a notehr moment of thought.

Spirit says, << I'll keep my speed to yours. Well, we should check the prison's status. But I also suspect it's meant as a distraction. As for hte mass driver, I think just look for anything that looks...out of place. >>

<<"Sounds good to me." Griffin replies before taking one last deep breath for the flight there and back. Yes- Griffin freedives the local system.

The moon is rather silent, though the lack of air to transmit sound is a large part of that. There is also little happening visibly on the surface. The upper EM bands, in contrast, are hopping. The genre of those bands is a combination of Death Metal and Club Techno.

From the moon, itself, come blasting pulses all over the typical communications spectra. Even if most of StarGuard's long-range arrays on Earth hadn't been targeted, it's doubtful they'd cut through all that intentional interference.

Behind this, and behind the moon, itself, is a deep, thundering bass in the lowest ranges of the spectrum. They impact the moon in a steady, stable, comparatively slow rhythm of pulses. The pulses can be sensed from their origin, only a few thousand miles on the dark side of the moon, though their true source is but a shadow, even in EM ranges.

Spirit makes a note of the location in question, but doesn't break radio silence, lest they're heard at this range. He just continues on his way around and then intending to head back toward the planet.

Griffin does much the same thing- memorizing all the sensations that he's feeling with his energy sense and with his eyes. He tries to keep his own EM field in check - going as low profile as possible.

Griffin issues military sign language to point to a couple of areas of note, making sure that Spirit is seeing/feeling what he is. He's not breaking radio silence either.

Griffin looks for an entrance to this deadzone that he' detecting though he's doubtful consdiering how dark it is.

The "null" area, for lack of a better description, is less a total void and more a discernible (at least in the EM spectrum) differentiation. Presumably a cloaking field of some kind and whatever it covers is rather large. There are no fine details for Sentinel to make out, but he can get a fair idea of shape and dimension from the distortion of the field. It looks to be roughly cylindrical, with a radius near a kilometer and a length of four to six times that.

Griffin thinks he found what they came for. He'd be impressed if he wasn't so sickened by what Porternant was trying to do. But having the location of this massive engineering feat is a key peice of intel the two Cosmically Charged Heroes will need to deliver post-haste.

Spirit keeps pace with Griffin as they move around. He reaches out and generates a brief image of two words in front of Griffin. It's just the words, 'Got it' in script, and it's gone as quickly as it appeared, like wisps of smoke.

Griffin arcs around the Moon and points them back towards home while luck & time is still on their side.

In the few seconds waiting for the scouting, Paragon has been sharing some thoughts with Porter. Encouraging ones. "You look quite good in armor. It's a different sort of heroic. But I do prefer you as you," she smiles behind the faceplate. "I think your Other will be surprised."