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It was a cold night in Jump City tonight. Cold and dark, the kind of night that all but begged people to commit crimes. Robberies, murders, home invasions, arson, drug deals. The cold night air seemed to cloud the better judgement of people and spur them to illegal activity. Sirens wailed across the starry sky, blue and red lights flashing down streets.
Jump City had never been without its problems. It was far from being Gotham, but it had more than its fair share of gangs and supervillains. Having always been something of a superpowered proving ground, there was always an influx of new heroes and villains, cycling in and out of the city at random. There had always been a sort of balance to things. When new villains emerged, new heroes would appear to test their mettle against them. When heroes or villains left, the other side's numbers would gradually lower to become even again, keeping the city at peace. Too many villains, and it was anarchy. Superpowers have a way of escalating the situation, and when a city had too many heroes, every mugging turned into a gunfight. However, the last few years have seen a marked decrease in the number of heroes, and no clear effect on the villain population. With only a dozen heroes to match close to 50 practicing supervillains, the police are completely outmatched, and as they are, the local heroes stand to get poached off one by one, overworked and exhausted by the sheer amount of crime they have to stop.
The city needed a symbol, a beacon around which the good people could rally and stand behind. And luckily for Jump City, there was one. A massive tower on a small island in the bay. It had been unoccupied for years, the once shining lights long dead in their fixtures.
That is, until tonight.
A couple of dockworkers noticed it first, the lights in the tower coming on one floor at a time, starting at the bottom. The lights would be visible from almost anywhere in the city. Anyone with a clear line of sight to the bay could see the tower come back online for the first time in a decade. The thrum of the newly refurbished generator coming to life didn't make it across the bay, but it shook every inch of the tower, and tore a passionate cry of victory from the tower's sole occupant. A young man with dark hair, cold eyes, and pale skin hidden beneath a suit of armor more advanced than anything else you could make for the same price. He sprinted up the steps of the tower to reach the main hall, and jumped as high as he could, pumping one fist with excitement before clearing his throat and taking a single deep breath, and picking up a cardboard box from the small coffee table in front of the couch in the living room, and taking it up to the roof. He wasn't religious, but he muttered a small prayer to himself before unceremoniously hurling the box off the edge. What could it hurt?
The box contained a series of 8 small drones, only a bit bigger than the man's phone, which searched the city for their targets. They were messengers, and would hunt down the intended recipient of their message with the dogged and unshakable determination of machines. Once the recipient of the message was found, they would follow them around, repeating the same phrase over and over until they received acknowledgement of any kind.
Each drone had its own message, slightly tailored to the recipient. Infallibly, almost obnoxiously chipper, and rather pushy, they wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Greetings 'Shadow,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator would love to meet you! He says you're totally wizard!"
"Greetings 'Big Gulp,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? There'll be free pizza! Well, free for you. My creator paid for it!"
"Greetings 'Blitz,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator just might talk faster than you when he's excited!"
"Greetings 'ParCore,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator thinks he could take you in a race, but I think he's got no leg to stand on! He'd have me deactivated if he heard me say that, so please do not tell him!"
"Greetings 'Network,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? Greetings 'Network,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? I'm required by my mission parameters to ask each of you! Greetings 'Network,' would you like to..."
"Greetings 'Red Lantern #3742,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? Please don't be mad at me, I didn't get to pick my vocal register, it hurts my ears too!"
"Greetings 'Bang,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator would be shocked if you said no! Get it? Shocked!"
The little drones followed their targets around repeating themselves until they received something that they registered as either acceptance or denial. They were far from sophisticated machines, and were certainly missing plenty of common terms one way or another that the machines didn't recognize. Once they had the acceptance they had been programmed to get, they would provide directions to Titans Tower, leading anyone who couldn't find their own way there to a small boat, already filled with gas and ready to go. The boat had just enough space for four people to sit comfortably, but you could probably fit a full eight inside if they were willing to get close.
Once the drones had made their way into the city, the man on the roof made his way down to the first floor. The pizzas were already out on the countertop, four pies in four different styles, with a fifth one in the man's favorite styling sitting in the fridge: Ham and Pineapple. He'd originally included it among the four, but worried that such a decision would cause controversy, a nasty thing on a first meeting.
He made his way to the tower's base, the large grey double doors emblazoned with a black T where they met on the outside. The whole building had that same motif, which always made the young man smile when he saw it. So self assured, no concern for the fact that it was, in all honesty, pretty corny. That was why he admired the Teen Titans, why he wanted to make his own now that the original group had been gone for so very long.
That, and the fact that the heroes in this city needed to come together if they had any chance of protecting it. With a deep breath, he stepped forward. The doors opened for him automatically and closed tight behind the moment he was past their threshold.
The Technomancer stood there in the cool night air, and waited. He tried to stand still and be patient, but that didn't last long, and he quickly fell to pacing, fidgeting, and talking to himself.
Jump City had never been without its problems. It was far from being Gotham, but it had more than its fair share of gangs and supervillains. Having always been something of a superpowered proving ground, there was always an influx of new heroes and villains, cycling in and out of the city at random. There had always been a sort of balance to things. When new villains emerged, new heroes would appear to test their mettle against them. When heroes or villains left, the other side's numbers would gradually lower to become even again, keeping the city at peace. Too many villains, and it was anarchy. Superpowers have a way of escalating the situation, and when a city had too many heroes, every mugging turned into a gunfight. However, the last few years have seen a marked decrease in the number of heroes, and no clear effect on the villain population. With only a dozen heroes to match close to 50 practicing supervillains, the police are completely outmatched, and as they are, the local heroes stand to get poached off one by one, overworked and exhausted by the sheer amount of crime they have to stop.
The city needed a symbol, a beacon around which the good people could rally and stand behind. And luckily for Jump City, there was one. A massive tower on a small island in the bay. It had been unoccupied for years, the once shining lights long dead in their fixtures.
That is, until tonight.
A couple of dockworkers noticed it first, the lights in the tower coming on one floor at a time, starting at the bottom. The lights would be visible from almost anywhere in the city. Anyone with a clear line of sight to the bay could see the tower come back online for the first time in a decade. The thrum of the newly refurbished generator coming to life didn't make it across the bay, but it shook every inch of the tower, and tore a passionate cry of victory from the tower's sole occupant. A young man with dark hair, cold eyes, and pale skin hidden beneath a suit of armor more advanced than anything else you could make for the same price. He sprinted up the steps of the tower to reach the main hall, and jumped as high as he could, pumping one fist with excitement before clearing his throat and taking a single deep breath, and picking up a cardboard box from the small coffee table in front of the couch in the living room, and taking it up to the roof. He wasn't religious, but he muttered a small prayer to himself before unceremoniously hurling the box off the edge. What could it hurt?
The box contained a series of 8 small drones, only a bit bigger than the man's phone, which searched the city for their targets. They were messengers, and would hunt down the intended recipient of their message with the dogged and unshakable determination of machines. Once the recipient of the message was found, they would follow them around, repeating the same phrase over and over until they received acknowledgement of any kind.
Each drone had its own message, slightly tailored to the recipient. Infallibly, almost obnoxiously chipper, and rather pushy, they wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Greetings 'Shadow,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator would love to meet you! He says you're totally wizard!"
"Greetings 'Big Gulp,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? There'll be free pizza! Well, free for you. My creator paid for it!"
"Greetings 'Blitz,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator just might talk faster than you when he's excited!"
"Greetings 'ParCore,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator thinks he could take you in a race, but I think he's got no leg to stand on! He'd have me deactivated if he heard me say that, so please do not tell him!"
"Greetings 'Network,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? Greetings 'Network,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? I'm required by my mission parameters to ask each of you! Greetings 'Network,' would you like to..."
"Greetings 'Red Lantern #3742,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? Please don't be mad at me, I didn't get to pick my vocal register, it hurts my ears too!"
"Greetings 'Bang,' would you like to join the Teen Titans? My creator would be shocked if you said no! Get it? Shocked!"
The little drones followed their targets around repeating themselves until they received something that they registered as either acceptance or denial. They were far from sophisticated machines, and were certainly missing plenty of common terms one way or another that the machines didn't recognize. Once they had the acceptance they had been programmed to get, they would provide directions to Titans Tower, leading anyone who couldn't find their own way there to a small boat, already filled with gas and ready to go. The boat had just enough space for four people to sit comfortably, but you could probably fit a full eight inside if they were willing to get close.
Once the drones had made their way into the city, the man on the roof made his way down to the first floor. The pizzas were already out on the countertop, four pies in four different styles, with a fifth one in the man's favorite styling sitting in the fridge: Ham and Pineapple. He'd originally included it among the four, but worried that such a decision would cause controversy, a nasty thing on a first meeting.
He made his way to the tower's base, the large grey double doors emblazoned with a black T where they met on the outside. The whole building had that same motif, which always made the young man smile when he saw it. So self assured, no concern for the fact that it was, in all honesty, pretty corny. That was why he admired the Teen Titans, why he wanted to make his own now that the original group had been gone for so very long.
That, and the fact that the heroes in this city needed to come together if they had any chance of protecting it. With a deep breath, he stepped forward. The doors opened for him automatically and closed tight behind the moment he was past their threshold.
The Technomancer stood there in the cool night air, and waited. He tried to stand still and be patient, but that didn't last long, and he quickly fell to pacing, fidgeting, and talking to himself.