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JLA - Dark Angel - Part 19 Of 25.
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Gotham Theatre - June 6th - 12:00 PM.
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Zatanna sighed as she looked in at her dressing room.
"I thought this place wasn't affected by The Cataclysm?" she
joked.
"I admit," said Howard 'Howie' Mandell, The Theatre's
Manager,"That the facilities here aren't the greatest, but they are best
in Gotham."
She sighed again at this irrefutable logic. Until recently, Howie
had been struggling to keep the oldest Theatre in Gotham above water,
and then The Cataclysm had struck. At first Howie's only concern had
been to stay alive, but after The National Guard came in and The JLA
helped wipe out The Gangs that had come to rule the damaged cities, he'd
discovered that he had the only Theatre left standing in the entire city...
and the money had started to roll in.
Zatanna had only had a few hours sleep before heading in to The
Theatre, and was just a little cranky, but she let Howie's joke go by
without an acerbic comment or some other biting, bitter witticism. She
was a little worried about her former team-mates, whom she'd sent off a
little under five hours ago to an unknown location to face an unknown
enemy. Now she had to do this charity show, entertain some of the locals
working on the rebuilding process, then go out and party the night away
at one of the so-called 'Cataclysm Clubs' even though she knew she needed
sleep more than she needed to party.
- Ah well, - she thought as she threw her top hat, blue jacket,
white shirt, red tie, high heeled shoes and fishnet stockings into a
chair in the corner of the small dressing room, - I suppose there are
worse ways to make a living. -
Dick Grayson's Home - Bludhaven - June 6th - 12:15 PM.
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Dick Grayson pulled off his sweaty, torn costume and bundled it
up, sliding it away in a small, hidden draw, just one of many places he
kept his costume. He dropped to the bed, dressed only in his boxers, and
fell instantly asleep, exhausted after a long night fighting dark, shadowy
creatures who had attacked him without warning and only left off after
he'd been smashed through a window into a Synagogue.
They'd hovered outside, obviously wanting to enter and finish
him off, none of them showing any sign of exhaustion after nearly seven
hours of fighting, then - as the sun brightened in the sky - they'd
disappeared and he'd made his way painfully home.
Now he just wanted to sleep for about a week, he didn't even care
if he dreamed.
An Undisclosed Location - Metropolis - June 6th - 12:25 PM.
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"Isn't this cosy," muttered Lana,"I've seen bomb shelters in The
Pentagon smaller than this."
"I had this place built in the late eighties," Lex replied,"At
the time the first predictions of Millennium disasters were being made,
and I decided why take the risk? I built this place so that myself and
a select few could retain our civilization and comfort... although I have
to admit it cost me a pretty penny to get it Y2K Compliant.... I should
have seen that coming."
The room that the three Double L's stood in was just the last
of many, the underground facility in Outer Metropolis, far from the main
City Center, seemed to stretch out forever and had room for at least a
hundred people to live in for years, perhaps even more.
"Enough of the tour, Luthor," Lois muttered, using his last name
to show this was still a formal interview,"You said you had a big scoop
for me, so spill."
"Of course, the story," said Lex, then said no more.
Lois sighed, even when he was trying to be normal, Lex couldn't
help playing games,"To quote you, 'It's about The U.S Military investing
in the research and production of mind control weapons,' remember?"
"Let me make it clear from the beginning," said Lex, moving
down on a comfortable couch in the large room, which included a huge
screen T.V, speakers, a bar and two plush chairs. Lois sat in one, while
Lana sat in the other, and once Lex had remained standing long enough to
make sure all eyes were on him, he sat down on the couch,"That I knew
absolutely nothing about this until early this morning, when I
was approached by... an old acquaintance."
"Get to it, Luthor," snapped Lois, playing her tape recorder.
"I recently discovered that a subsidiary company of Lexcorp, called
MaxiDrive Enterprises, was working on a contract for another company
that was just a front for The U.S Military."
"And you expect me to believe that you weren't aware of what one
of your companies was up to... come on, Lex, I know you better than that."
"The company was one of a series of companies brought in by a
takeover that Lexcorp brought about over Microsoft, which you yourself
reported on recently, Ms. Lane," replied Lex,"The final contracts were
only signed last week, due to legal difficulties after The C.E.O of
Microsoft committed suicide, and I still have at least two weeks
of paperwork to go through before I'm up to date on what all the companies
were involved in."
Lois had raised an eyebrow at the idea that the late Mr. Gates
had been involved in Military Contracts for anything more than computer
systems, but she ignored that as Lex continued to speak.
"Maxi-Drive had designed something known as Unit K-24LL7, or
more casually by the Scientists working on it as The Sphere. From what
I've been able to dig up, this Sphere was designed to work in conjunction
with chips being designed by another company - Widget Werks - which is just
another front for a wing of U.S Military Research."
"What does this Sphere do?" Lana asked, and Lois felt a flash of
annoyance, who was the Reporter here, anyway?
Lex seemed to share this irritation, because his eyes remained
fixed on Lois as he continued,"The Sphere projects a signal based on whatever
chip is being used with it, this signal moving out in all directions,
passing through almost any material known to man, either artificial or
organic."
"What kind of signal?" asked Lois, before Lana could speak up
again.
"Somehow, and this is beyond my understanding, the signal affects
the chemical balance in the brain, and depending on the chip, will affect
different portions of the brain's two hemispheres. Theoretically it could
be used to make it's victims insane, angry, manically depressed, even
sexually aroused."
Lois furrowed her eyebrows,"To what purpose? Why would The U.S
Military design something like this?"
"It has a multitude of uses in various situations," replied Lex,"I
think that the main idea is to fly in automated planes and bombard a given
area with hundreds of these spheres, which have a range of up to ten square
mile radius in any direction, although the range can be set to anything
between that and a one yard radius, and one or multiple directions left
out."
"I think I see," nodded Lois,"If you dropped them into enemy
territory you could send opposition soldiers insane with rage or even
happiness, making them murder each other or lay down their weapons and
start up a hippy commune," her sarcasm was bitter, likely due to her
anger at the idea of such a disgusting, depraved weapon being used on
anyone.
Lex nodded,"The sphere's signal lasts at least thirty days,
which would give U.S Troops ample time to make their way into the territory
and take over, they of course being equipped with a device that would
somehow negate The Sphere's signal."
"But this is outrageous," gasped Lana,"What if the mind is affected
permanently by exposure to this signal... and does The Sphere discriminate
between soldiers and civilians?"
"I agree," said Lex,"If I had known such a weapon was being
developed, I would have definitely suspended any mass production until
all the side-affects and moral problems could be properly addressed."
"You're saying you'd allow this weapon to be made?" gasped Lana,
shocked.
"Of course, The U.S Military pays well, and I don't use the
weapons, I just make them," Lex seemed confused that this had to be
explained, surely it was obvious.
"Then why are you telling us about it, Luthor?" asked Lois,
wanting to get things back on track, after all, she was the Reporter
here.
"Because 3 days ago," said Lex, his face deadly serious,"The
Sphere was stolen."
Gotham Water Processing - June 6th - 12:35 PM.
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Dominic could barely hide his excitement as he looked up into
The Martian Manhunter's red, expressionless eyes.
From the moment he'd been captured, J'onn J'onz had resisted all
the mind-probes, mental conditioning and links that had been thrown at
him. The Scientists had come up with numerous reasons for this, the
most prevalent being a complete lack of understanding over how The Martian's
mind worked.
And now he'd been broken.
Behind him, all of his Scientists were gathered about
the instrument panel that had been registering Manhunter's mental patterns,
excitedly discussing what this elevated brain spike meant and what that
lowered blood pressure level was indicating. Bill Hardings theories were
getting more attention and respect since he'd been the one to spot the
acceptance of the mental conditioning, which had instantly over-rode The
Manhunter's mind, almost as if he'd used up all his strength resisting
the training.
"Where is Circe?" Dominic asked, not taking his eyes away from
The Manhunter, who stood before him, removed finally from the Sleeper
Tube that had held him prisoner for so long,"She'd want to see this?"
"Uh... sir?" ventured Bill Hardings uncertainly,"When I couldn't
find you at first, I went looking for Circe."
"And?" muttered Dominic, irritated at having to talk to one of the
little people.
"She was gone from her room, and all her possessions were gone."
Dominic turned to face Hardings, his face blank. Despite this,
Bill stepped back, suddenly terrified of his Master.
"She. was. what?"
"Uh.... she was gone from her room, sir, and all of her possessions
were gone."
Suddenly Dominic's face split with a huge grin, and he laughed,
startling and confusing all The Scientists, who had fallen silent when
Bill had approached Dominic.
"The stupid bitch has run!" he laughed,"Well fine, her soul is
corrupt enough already, and Goddess or no, she will die soon, and find
herself in a Hell ruled by ME!"
Bill kept his own doubts to himself, he was a Scientist and had
no religious beliefs, being a firm atheist. Having no fear of punishment
in any kind of afterlife had made it much easier to put aside any moral
qualms over his work. The so-called 'Magic' he'd seen Circe and Dominic
work was just an unknown form of science in his opinion, and he looked
forward to discovering just how it worked. Dominic was clearly mad, but
he had access to technology far beyond any that Bill had seen, and as a
Scientist, he'd been unable to resist the temptation to take up Dominic's
offer.
"So," chuckled Dominic, turning back to The Manhunter,"J'onn, I'm
going to release The Flash and The Green Lantern from the sleeper tubes
they're held in, and I want you to access their minds via your telepathic
link and imprint the mental conditioning in your own mind onto theirs."
The Manhunter nodded his head almost imperceptibly, and Dominic
gave the order to clear the Sleeper Tubes and release the two JLA'ers.
The moment the tubes opened, Green Lantern dropped with a groan
to his knees on the strange, glowing material of the floor. He curled
up in a ball, naked and shivering.
The Flash reacted totally differently, bursting out of the tube
and rushing towards Dominic, either unaware or uncaring about his nudity.
He moved faster than the speed of thought usually, but the powerful,
somnambulistic effects of the liquid he'd been immersed in and the slight
affect of the mental conditioning on his mind was enough to slow him down
to just below the speed of sound.
He was jerked off his feet only three yards from Dominic, caught
around the throat by The Martian Manhunter, who expressionlessly turned
his gaze on Wally and invaded The JLA'er's mind, easily coming to terms
with the heightened reactions of The Flash's physical brain and overriding
it.
Seconds later, there were two JLA'ers on the floor, while a third
stood motionlessly at Dominic's side and two others stood at either side
of the sleeper-tubes, standing guard.
"Excellent!" laughed Dominic, and suddenly they were all in The
Throneroom, where Huntress was still lying naked by the stairs leading
up to The Throne.
Bill was a bit taken aback by being teleported, especially
since he'd felt none of the corporeal unraveling he'd expected to feel.
"So," chuckled Dominic,"Let me just evaluate exactly where I am
now."
He turned about, his arms spreading wide, as the
assembled Scientists and Superheroes watched on.
"The JLA! The Earth's Greatest Superheroes! Superman - Mine!
WonderWoman - Mine! Flash, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter - mine! Mine!
MINE! Huntress? Mine! Steel? Big Barda? Orion? Plastic Man? All soon to be
mine! As for Aquaman and Batman? the Dark Knight is either dead or so badly
hurt that he might as well be, and even The King Of Atlantis wouldn't be
able to defeat what I sent against him! And Oracle? Useless, a cripple
who's only threat was in her links to heroes that are mine, including the
beautiful, deadly Black Canary! They. Are. All. MINE!!!!"
Bill found all these histrionics rather embarrassing and completely
unnecessary, but if it meant he would get to see Dominic's marvelous
machine working, it was worth sitting through.
"And finally, the only two that might have been able to hurt
me, Zauriel and Supergirl, trapped in Limbo, which led to my greatest
and oldest nemesis, Neron, being badly hurt, almost killed!!"
He twisted around, his back to his audience, and his eyes drank
in every inch of the large, plain, square box that hummed and thrummed
behind The Throne.
"And now it's time for all my plans to finally come to
fruition," Dominic hissed, his voice barely audible to his listeners,"After
all the waiting, I now stand on the precipice of gaining back The Throne
that should have been mine uncounted eons ago."
In a gesture that was almost symbolic, Dominic stepped up and
placed a hand on The Throne in front of the machine, and it crumbled
away into black dust that melted away into the marble floor beneath.
He lifted his other hand, and somehow The Sphere was in it, as
if he'd been holding it all this time.
Dominic took a deep breath, then pushed The Sphere against the
side of the machine. The humming coming from the featureless, seamless
box increased momentarily, and then Dominic's hand was sinking through the
metal. He was totally unconcerned by this, this was the way the machine
worked, it only accepted Dominic's touch for more than a few moments, and
somehow it registered his thoughts, accepting his commands. This was what
had attracted The Scientists to it, they wanted to know how such a thing
could be, how the machine operated, if it could be tricked into thinking
someone else was Dominic and soforth. He'd given them a mystery to ponder
and that had been enough to make them his, they'd gladly worked on his
plans in exchange for opportunities to study the amazing technology that
made up The Machine.
"We start with Gotham," Dominic whispered,"Then spread out and
out, over New York, Metropolis, Keystone, Gateway, Chicago, Denver, Los
Angeles, San Francisco. The signal will cover all of America, then cross
the oceans, taking in England, France, Germany, Europe in it's entirety!
Africa, India, Asia, New Zealand, Australia, Greenland, Iceland, Fiji,
Tonga, Samoa, The Chatham Islands, Atlantis... in short, The World!"
And the signal was already being sent, moving all over the world,
as well as towards a special receiver/transmitter designed to accept and
boost the signal around wherever it was at the time.
All to Dominic's plan.
JLA WatchTower - The Moon - 1:00 PM. Gotham Time.
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"What is this about, Steel?" muttered Big Barda, not bothering
to hide her irritation at being called up to the lab. She was a warrior,
a fighter, and despite respecting Steel as a leader for the so-called
Second String of The JLA, disliked having to sit through some of his
boring technological discussions.
Plastic Man was right behind her, watching for any indication
that her cape might flick to the side, allowing him a view of the tight
material of her costume over her firm asscheeks. He shook his head, he
had always been a randy son of a bitch, and even sex with a hotty like
Catwoman hadn't been enough to calm him down.
"How is Catwoman?" asked Steel, not looking up from the amulet
that he was still working on. Plastic Man felt a sudden flash of guilt
rush through his body, but he knew Steel was merely inquiring as to her
well-being, and only asking Plastic Man because he'd been assigned to
guard her by Batman.
"F.. fine," he returned, stretching his neck and arching his head
past Barda's. She swiped in annoyance at him, which he easily avoided,
and looked over Steel's shoulder at the dissected chain of the amulet.
"Wow, what's that?" he asked, seeing what was inside the chain.
"Is Maxima still unconscious?" Steel asked, ignoring Plastic
Man's question,"I'm a little concerned about our ability to hold someone
as powerful as she is, it may take more than the standard meta-human
procedures."
"Yeah, she's out like a light," replied Plastic Man,"What IS that?"
"The chain of Catwoman's amulet," replied Steel, not looking
up,"I managed to open it up, despite it's minuscule size there is an
incredibly huge amount of circuitry in here, and it'll take me months to
find out what it all does. Whoever made this is a genius... or possibly
only one molecule high."
"Like The Atom?" asked Barda, who had made at least a cursory
effort to go over The JLA Database, more out a desire to best The Huntress,
who had been poring through the files in her spare time.
"Yeah, although this isn't his style... look at this."
He lifted an incredibly small circuit board up from the chain,
holding it on the end of an small pick that tapered down to a single
molecule. A wire attached the circuit to the chain, it was barely a
hairsbreadth wide, almost invisible to the naked eye.
"What is it?" asked Plastic Man, it looked the same as all the
other tiny circuits still in the chain.
"Some kind of receiver," replied Steel,"As well as a transmitter,
the fact that the designer was able to incorporate both facets into such a
tiny receptacle is absolutely fascinating."
"Yes," replied Barda, bored beyond belief,"Is that why you called
us, Steel? To show us a small transmitter?"
"No," replied Steel, still not looking up,"I thought you should
know that.... what's this?"
"What?" asked Plastic Man.
"The strangest energy signal I've ever se..." he started to say,
and then first The Research Lab, then the entire Watchtower, was flooded
with The Sphere's Signal.
Gotham Theatre - June 6th - 1:01 PM.
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Zatanna came out to a huge round of applause, accompanied by the
usual wolf whistles and catcalls. She was an exceptionally beautiful
woman, and when she was wearing what she was wearing it just accentuated
the affect even more.
As always she was dressed in a red bow tie, tight white shirt and
glittering blue jacket. The shirt was joined onto a dark blue bikini
panties, so that members of the audience got to get a good look at her
long, shapely legs encased in fishnet stockings that somehow seemed almost
naughty. As she turned about to look at the table, there were a few
groans when the male members of the audience realized that the tails of
her jacket kept them from getting a good look at her lovely ass.
She turned back around and pulled off her top hat, letting her
long, black hair spill out over her shoulders. She threw her head back,
letting her long hair twist about, seemingly shining in the bright lights
of the stage.
Seeing the hungering looks on the mens faces, so similar to those
she saw on many of the dancers at the clubs she'd been frequenting recently,
and as usual it thrilled her slightly. She loved being desired, it was
almost addictive, which was probably why she continued performing when she
could use her powers to become a full time superhero.
"For my first trick," she cried,"I will...."
Her head shot back, blasted with an overwhelming force of something
foreign, alien to her nature. She barely noticed the audience were all
reacting similarly, eyes wide, mouths gaping as something intruded upon
their unsuspecting minds.
Zatanna dropped to her knees, her entire body fatigued, her head
facing the ground and her long hair draped over her head. Slowly she
lifted her head up, her hair running over her face, obscuring much of
it, but exposing enough to show the undisguised look of hunger on her
face, the basic, overwhelming sexual need.
A look shared in the eyes of all the men and women now staring
at her and each other, all of them sharing the same basic desire.... to
have sex, and have it now!
Dick Grayson's Home - Bludhaven - June 6th - 1:02 PM.
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Dick came awake, his body completely refreshed, his mind alert
and aware.
"I'm in my room," he muttered,"Something's wrong."
He looked down and was surprised to see his boxers being pushed
up into a tent by his erection. He sighed, here he was after one of the
severest, most difficult fights of his life and he was horny?
"Ah well, human nature I guess," he muttered to himself,"Shame
to waste a beauty like this though."
Lamenting having anybody around to use his manhood on, he resigned
himself to jacking off and pulled his boxers down.
And another hand reached down and circled his penis.
"Huh?" he gasped, looking up the length of the oddly colored
arm, which was a strange orange hue,"Kory? What are you doing here? What
are you doing?"
"Shhh," replied his former lover - Koriand'r, aka Starfire - her
green eyes dancing merrily, shockingly bright against her orange skin and
long, long, long red hair.
"Yeah, shhh," said another female's voice, and another hand circled
his cock. Looking to his right he found himself facing another redhead,
the hair nowhere near as long as KoriAndr;s, the skin a pale, ivory white.
"Barbara?" he asked,"How did you get here?" He noted with surprise
that she was kneeling over the bed, supporting herself on her
own legs,"Your legs? How did...?"
"Shhh," Barbara Gordon, the former Batgirl repeated.
"Yeah, shhh," said another voice, and he felt small, firm breasts
press against his naked back. Turning his head he was shocked to find
himself facing yet another woman, this one a blonde.
"Bette?" Dick asked, shocked to find the onetime superheroine and
now part-time Tennis Player - Mary Elizabeth "Bette" Kane, aka Flamebird -
there, as naked as the other two women. The Southern Californian had
developed a huge crush on Dick back when he was Robin and sent him fan
letters, hoping to find he would share her obsession. Hoping to get his
attention she'd made up a costume similar to his own and moved around
California, stopping small crimes and getting as much publicity
as possible, hoping to get Robin to come to California. When that plan
failed, she'd gone back to school, graduated near the top of her class,
returned to Tennis and been a sensation before forming a West Coast version
of The Teen Titans so that she could come into contact with Dick. But upon
their finally meeting, he'd treated her coolly and left her bitterly
disappointed, although still deeply in love.
And now here she was, naked and pressed against him, her small
breasts squashed firmly against his muscular back.
"Bette, what's going on?"
"Don't question it, lover," she replied and kissed him lightly
on the lip.
"She's right, don't question it," said a brand new voice from
his other side, and Dick turned to find himself facing Helena Bertinelli,
aka The Huntress.
- But she doesn't even know my secret identity! - Dick thought
in a moment of panic, but then he took in her naked form and remembered
once again the very brief affair they'd had, something he still dreamt
about sometimes.
"The hell with it," he muttered,"I'm just gonna go with it."
He fell back on the bed, and the four women leaped onto him.
An Undisclosed Location - Metropolis - June 6th - 1:03PM
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Lois looked over the diagrams and files Lex had presented to
her just over half an hour ago. They went into some detail over how The
Sphere worked, including details over the way the signals emitting from
it could affect the brain in various ways.
"You realize," Lex said,"That I could be sent to jail for giving
over confidential files like this, I wish to remain an anonymous source?"
"Of course, of course," Lois muttered, chewing at the end of her
pen, eager to get back to the files. This made her rinky dink story about
Senatorial corruption look like an interesting but unabsorbing human
interest story. She tugged briefly at the collar of the smart looking
power suit she was wearing and blew air up into her short fringe, some
loose hairs pressing against her forehead,"Is it getting hotter in here?"
"Strange," muttered Lex, pulling at his own collar and noticing
that Lana was stretched out in her chair, fanning herself with a folder
containing information about failed Sphere experiments on human
subjects,"This entire facility is supposed to be climate controlled."
Lana half opened her eyes and looked Lex up and down appreciatively,
she'd never noticed before how charming he was, how attractive. She
felt an odd feeling in her gut and a longing between her legs, an itch
that needed to be scratched. Looking over at Lois she found it remarkable
that she'd never realized that the woman who had taken her first and
greatest love was incredibly sexy.
- Man, - she thought,"If I was a guy I'd fuck Lois in a second."
Her eyes grew wide as Lex and Lois turned to look over at her, had
she just said that out loud?
"Lana?" asked Lois, confused. Had her husband's first girlfriend
just said that she'd like to have sex with her? And had hearing those
words given her some kind of weird thrill?
"I'd pay to see that," Lex muttered,"I'd pay more to join in."
His own eyes widened, he'd meant to think that, not say it out
loud!
Lois felt a moment of panic, even as her mind was flooded with
images of her, Lex and Lana rolling about on the floor together, arms
and legs intertwined, naked and sweaty, going at it like animals,"Lex,
I think we're being affected by something... oh my.... what if it's The
Sphere?"
"Impossible," Lex returned, sweat running freely down his face
as he fought to stop his growing erection from becoming visible,"I took
us to this facility because it's completely climate controlled, sealed
off entirely from the outside world and well outside the extent of any
Sphere's reach, I'd have been alerted if one was brought with ten square
miles of here."
And as he finished saying it, the Signal strength was bolstered
yet again by Dominic's Machine, a fresh wave ran over them and all three
were tearing off their clothes and rushing towards the center of the
room.
End Part 19 Of 25.