[Mission] Planet Hell

[Poet]

Planet Hell, Mission One
Alchemist, Andromeda, Brainiac 5, Cosmic Boy, Phantom Girl

Takron-Galtos isn’t the only prison planet, simply the worst. There is another planet, called ‘Planet Hell’. A barren world who’s only feature is its prison, the place is empty, save for the criminals gathered there and the handful of Science Police that guard it. Gradually used less and less, the place has emptied, the amount of criminals growing smaller, and then, the Science Police, reduced to just a few. Still operational, still holding those who have committed horrible crimes, but shrinking…

Until it was taken over.

Poor equipment, bad maintenance, lax guards… All of that combined in order to free one criminal who moved on to free the rest, taking over the prison and slaughtering all of the guards. One guard managed to make a call, a desperate begging call. “This is Planet Hell, send help immediately! The-” And that was all the transmission that the Science Police received.

Planet Hell wasn’t important, no, there was no way off of it, no way for the criminals to escape the Planet… So the ‘Legion of Superheroes’ was contacted, to put a stop to whatever was happening on Planet Hell. A test. Hopefully, one they would pass.

[Brainiac Five]

"NO! I absolutely refuse! I am not going on some sort of- DON'T YOU DARE get close to me! STOP! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME-!"

It was needless to say, Querl had one of the most vile and vicious expressions he could muster, plastered across his face. His unmatched scowl, and slouching posture only paying homage to his absolutely sickened and foul mood. He just wanted to stay in his laboratory. He was so close to one of the most pivotal discoveries of his life.... Project 'Valorium' was so inexplicably near fruition....

But no. He was stuck, as of now. Having been forcibly dragged out of headquarters kicking and screaming bloody murder. Being told he was designated to help with some sort of prison break out. He had been expecting this from the second he had been thrust into this 'Legion' against his will... He hadn't expected that he would be forced into a possibly deadly situation so soon...

To be perfectly honest, he was terrified, even if he just looked angry, having been pinned to a seat by people much stronger than he, while the cruiser commenced it's liftoff. He did not yet want to display his force-field construct powers- Did anyone even know he had them, from his mad experiments years ago? He was registered for this team as a simple '12th level intellect' after all... That thought aside, it had been quite an unpleasant rise out of the atmosphere of Earth. Querl wasn't one for social interaction in the first place. Now he had been covered in other people's germs, and forced to share a relatively small space with them. As they rocketed toward their IMPENDING DOOM.

He had done research on planet hell, once he had been let go. (Everyone deeming that now that they were in space, there was no chance for him to escape- Why not let the kid do what he wants, in that case?) His findings did not quell his anxiety. He had already known the coluan involvement with the project. He had read the files regarding the technology used while back on his home planet a few times, thinking it fascinating... He had never expected to actually have to witness them in person. After all, planet hell was literally hell. It was in the center of a sun, and was a deathtrap. People rarely got in or out, since the tractor only created a temporary passage through to the core of the sun. Where sweltering heat often made inmates and workers insane, and was more than uncomfortable to any visitors. Querl was not looking forward to arriving.

"Here." Querl didn't even look up, to see who said it. A plain black jumpsuit with the legion insignia plastered on the arm being unceremoniously dropped on his head. Plain black boots, a transuit, and a pair of goggles following suit, causing a small 'oof' sound from the unhappy boy. Rubbing at his head, though understanding the purpose. He hadn't exactly made any input for a 'superhero suit', having adamantly protested on going on any missions whatsoever. This was obviously a simple 'blank slate'costume, though with good purpose: A legion suit identified him, and was far less likely to hinder his movement than his normal clothing. The goggles, would allow them to see once they got to planet hell, and made a makeshift opening. The light would, after all, fry anyone's corneas. He was hesitant about changing- Would his current clothes be confiscated, and would be be left with apparel like this for the rest of his time? He didn't want to think about it.

But with a quiet grunt, he complied, walking to the ships bathroom, locking it, checking for any sort of camera, and then changing. Walking out only a minute after walking in, and quickly finding an empty cabinet on-board the ship to put his previously worn garments in. Transuit in hand, and goggles hanging off of his neck, as he turned his attention to the dashboard. Looking out of the giant window ahead, with his organs sinking inside of him. Dread pulsing through him, as he caught a glimpse of the inevitable.

A small, bright speck in the distance, that could only be planet hell. They would be there shortly, if his calculations were correct. And he didn't even have the choice of turning back.

Ugh. He was even going to have to talk to people soon.... How unpleasant.

[Sent Pryor]

To be honest, Tinya was really excited over this. Their first mission! Sure, it was only going to be the five of them, as they had been firmly cautioned against taking a larger cruiser... So they had picked the most useful and most willing! Cosmic Boy, cause he was the leader and all that, her, because she had enthusiastically volunteered, Andromeda, cause she was their power house, Brainy, cause of... his smarts? She didn't know why he was picked, (probably for that, though, maybe he had to work with some tech-y stuff or something...?) and she knew nothing about Alchemist.

Saturn Girl and Garth were in charge, back at HQ (Apparently, more trials were going to be held while they were away>), so just them five. Stuck on a cruiser headed towards Planet Hell... Had a nice ring to it.

But... That kinda left her bored. She couldn't talk to Cos, cause he seemed to be in IMPORTANT LEADER STUFF MODE, she didn't know Alchemist (and wouldn't this be a kinda weird place to strike up a convo with a stranger?), Andromeda she really didn't think she liked, and Brainy, her current favorite annoyance unit... Well, he seemed in a far fouler mood than usual. She should probably stay away for now...

At one point, she must've dozed off, cause someone dropped a trans suit and a pair of goggles on her, and she blinked groggily after them for a moment, wondering how long she had been passed out for, before roughly tugging on her cheeks and letting them snap back to normal, making a face. Wake up, Tinya! Don't want to be dead on your feet for your first mission!

Slipping on her transuit, followed by her goggles placed around her neck, Tinya took a look around, followed by a glance to the green smarty suit returning from apparently getting changed... Well, his mood didn't seem quite as bad as it had been, maybe...?

Fingers crossed.

"So..." she started, drifting up behind him intangibly, smile on her face. "Looking forward to our first mission, Brainiac 5?"

[Andromeda]

Ignoring Phantom Girl's idle chatter behind her as easily as she had Brainiac Five's raucous complaints when she'd been forced to physically haul the whining Coluan onto the transport, Laurel focused on going over the rather sparse mission specs they had one more time. Despite being locked in this cockpit surrounded entirely too closely by four of her varied alien teammates, she felt better than she had since leaving Daxam. A mission was something she could handle; Laurel was in her element, reverting to type in full-blown soldier mode as she prepared herself and her comrades for combat succinctly per Cosmic Boy's instructions, including curtly handing out transuits to the others. Laurel herself had no need to change; the conditions in the center of a sun merely put her at the top of her game, power-wise.

There was of course the possibility that the variable nature of a star core's gravity would make her more offensive physical capabilities unpredictable, but the Daxamite reasoned that Planet Hell's artificial gravity generators would most likely make any such effects nominal. She was more concerned about the other Legionnaires. Cosmic Boy was, at the moment, everything she needed in a commanding officer and that inspired confidence. But Brainiac Five was scared; she'd seen too many soldiers departing on their first live missions growing up on a military satellite to interpret his outspoken outrage as anything else. They however had their training to fall back on once actually in the field; as far as she knew from his file, the Coluan had no such experience nor even any offensive powers. She understood the usefulness of a twelfth-level intellect to coordinate an assault going in basically blind to such an unpredictable situation, but that was only valid if he could keep his cool.

Phantom Girl's attempts at conversation with him set Laurel's teeth on edge too. Not the words, she could already feel the pre-fight adrenaline of her own excitement rushing, but the attitude. The Daxamite had the sinking sensation that the former adventurer actually thought this was going to be fun and wouldn't take the danger seriously. Alchemist she hadn't gotten to know as an individual. What she did know, from his file, was that he came from a planet of pacifists and that hardly inspired confidence in his capabilities as a soldier.

Of course, Laurel kept these thoughts to herself. She did not trust this mixed bag of essentially civilian aliens and highly doubted they would listen to anything she had to say. Besides, it wasn't her place to do so; this wasn't her mission, she wasn't in command, and she hadn't been away from home long enough to lose her respect for rank. Instead she simply sat there, analyzing what were swiftly morphing from comrades to liabilities in her mind, and gaining a kind of perverse confidence that they were at least threats she could be fully aware of the parameters of when launching her own assault on the prison planet.