"Blue Blaazeeees!" The last word was dragged into a long, confused yell as Rich was yanked onto the pirate ship on his zipline. He was able to tuck and roll when he hit the other side, thank God for superhero reflexes. His flight ring was gone, after all, so flying and making a smooth landing was out of the question.
He quickly unhooked the zipline, just in time to duck a blow from a pirate meant to chop his head off and then punched the pirate in the stomach with his prosthetic--
-- which now looked super weird. It wasn't the sleek robotic arm the Legion gave him. It had been replaced by a complicated-looking contraption with lots of moving parts, and he could hear loud gears whirring on the inside.
As he caught sight of his clothes and pulled out a saber from its sheathe at his waste his brows furrowed in extreme confusion.
"The hell is going on?" he yelled out. Yeah, that weird voice had told him what was happening but that didn't mean it made sense to be suddenly yanked into this. "And why are there gears on my clothes?"
That was a lot of gears. On clothes. Why the hell would clothes need gears? They weren't doing anything.
SCENARIO B
Even though the little voice had told them about this world -- that it wasn't real but the danger was -- Rich didn't want to risk that it was lying. He knew he wouldn't be able to stand having it on his conscience if there were people that needed help and he let them die because he'd believed a lie.
So here he was, powerless, armed with a cutlass he didn't even really know how to use all that well, trying to defend them.
There was a person nearby, someone that looked like they were just as confused as he was -- which meant maybe they'd been dragged into this, too -- and Rich turned to them.
"Listen, I know that weird voice said all this wasn't real but if we can get hurt, it's real enough. Whatever-it-was might have been lying, and if it was, these people need help. If we don't protect them, they don't stand a freakin' chance."
Rich Rider / Nova | Marvel Comics
"Blue Blaazeeees!" The last word was dragged into a long, confused yell as Rich was yanked onto the pirate ship on his zipline. He was able to tuck and roll when he hit the other side, thank God for superhero reflexes. His flight ring was gone, after all, so flying and making a smooth landing was out of the question.
He quickly unhooked the zipline, just in time to duck a blow from a pirate meant to chop his head off and then punched the pirate in the stomach with his prosthetic--
-- which now looked super weird. It wasn't the sleek robotic arm the Legion gave him. It had been replaced by a complicated-looking contraption with lots of moving parts, and he could hear loud gears whirring on the inside.
As he caught sight of his clothes and pulled out a saber from its sheathe at his waste his brows furrowed in extreme confusion.
"The hell is going on?" he yelled out. Yeah, that weird voice had told him what was happening but that didn't mean it made sense to be suddenly yanked into this. "And why are there gears on my clothes?"
That was a lot of gears. On clothes. Why the hell would clothes need gears? They weren't doing anything.
SCENARIO B
Even though the little voice had told them about this world -- that it wasn't real but the danger was -- Rich didn't want to risk that it was lying. He knew he wouldn't be able to stand having it on his conscience if there were people that needed help and he let them die because he'd believed a lie.
So here he was, powerless, armed with a cutlass he didn't even really know how to use all that well, trying to defend them.
There was a person nearby, someone that looked like they were just as confused as he was -- which meant maybe they'd been dragged into this, too -- and Rich turned to them.
"Listen, I know that weird voice said all this wasn't real but if we can get hurt, it's real enough. Whatever-it-was might have been lying, and if it was, these people need help. If we don't protect them, they don't stand a freakin' chance."