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legionclubhouse2024-03-13 03:28 pm
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LEGION 5TH YEAR REUNION
LEGION 5TH YEAR REUNION
It's been five years since the defeat of Chronoblivion. The invitations were sent out on the comms by Kid Quantum. Everyone is welcome to come, including those who have somewhat questionable backgrounds back home.
Today is a special day, after all. The UG (not UPgov, it's the United Galaxies now!) is about to unveil a massive monument to the conflict, celebrating the Legion's defeat of Chronoblivion, hovering in Earth orbit. The team has tried to avoid such a grand gesture and all the pomp and circumstance, naturally, but UGgov has been insistent. It's taken them five whole years to build it.
"Probably pushing it out of guilt," says Timber Wolf, while discussing it with some of the others as everyone walks in from the T-gate hubs where their magic Time Trapper brands allowed them to enter the Legion's universe.
"Totally guilt," says Bouncing Boy.
"Was that ever in question?" asks Umbra.
The rebuilt Legion World is even better than the last, and the viewing deck is gorgeous, decorated with multi-colored alien plants and many sculptures. There are lots of couches and comfortable chairs, and some tables for those that want to grab a snack. The large viewscreen, wrapping around a significant section of ship, looks out on the brilliant blue and green marble of a planet below. The ship is hovering near a massive structure, hidden with holographic screens by floating drones. The actual monument won't be visible until the grand unveiling, but it is huge, clearly the size of one of the UP's heavy cruisers.
Most of the native Legionnaires are in their formal-wear but a few stubborn ones like Umbra and Brainy have shown up in their usual uniforms. Alongside Legionnaires and Legion staff, UG officials and other important UG figures are wandering around.
A holographic banner flickering near the entrance from the T-gate hub says "Welcome Legionnaires." A table is spread out with various snacks and hors d'oeuvres, all of them alien and yet likely still somewhat familiar. The chefs here at Legion World haven't forgotten everyone's weird favorites, whether full meals or junk food.
Another hologram also decorates the room, near the viewing window, as if trying to give her presence a chance to see the monument meant to celebrate her too: a hologram of Blue Rose. Large bouquets of flowers, beads, alien fruit, and other objects meant to express honor are laid at her feet, the products of many cultural practices. Some are from the Legionnaires that had been active during the crisis, some are from those that were lost in the crystal dimension. Many of the native Legionnaires never met her, but the fact she died trying to take their place, died trying to protect their universe, won't be forgotten.
In the meantime, before the unveiling, everyone has a chance to say hello. Some have remained in contact, others haven't. This is a chance to catch up, and for those who haven't visited others to check in and see how they're doing.
...After the toast, of course. Kid Quantum isn't the current Legion Leader - it's currently Dreamer. But the team decides that she should be the one to welcome everyone, since she was Legion Leader at the time. Floating robotic caterers make sure everyone has access to some kind of drink, syntheholic, alcoholic, or neither, to raise a glass with.
Brainy stands besides Kid Q, smiling as he picks up a glass.
"I know it's been five years since we stopped Chronoblivion but it feels like it passed in a flash," says Kid Quantum. "And that's the gift, isn't it? Back then, we all knew what was coming, like the timer on a bomb ticking down. But since then time has rolled along with barely any notice."
Life had happened. No more ticking clock, counting down the seconds to oblivion.
"Legionnaires - especially our displacees, now eternally honorary - there's so much I could say. About what you did for the multiverse, for the two galaxies, for our worlds, and for this team. But we've all had our fair share of speeches - and I know you've especially had plenty from me. So all I'll say is this: it's wonderful to see so many familiar faces all in one place again. Thank you for being here now and thank you even more for being here when we needed you most."
She raises her glass.
"To the Legion!"
It's a time to celebrate. Five years later, after all that work hard work and training, after all that fighting, after struggling against betrayal and corruption, after all that suffering, the multiverse is still kicking.
Ain't that sprocking something?
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There's a big ol' styrofoam box stuffed with ice. Inside: Butterfinger BBs. Jolt Cola. Choco Tacos. And an array of clothes straight out of the mid-90s. Including mullet wigs and mirror visors.
Another thing for Saturn Girl. It's no secret that Jason and her villainous sister, Jancel Ardeen, the Saturn Queen, ran off to his world together. The Legion had promptly tracked them down after the finale was over, and a tense, but very lopsided, standoff had occurred between two different hero teams. After all, by the end, he'd already talked her around to coming back to save the universe from Chronoblivion, and she'd willingly released him from all telepathic slavery.
After taking her into custody again, there was much discussion with various legal authorities, some *very* high-powered lawyers, new arguments involving 'space radiation' possibly altering her morality, and one teenager finally showing some attitude, Jancel was remanded over to one Zordon of Eltar, immune to her telepathy, to be placed on probation and serve out her sentence with a truly absurd level of community service.
The box contains some photographs and a pair of VHS tapes. Some of the photos are just Jancel having a hard time doing things like building houses by hand, working on a farm, leaning away from someone at a soup kitchen... Others are of Jason working out, the Power Rangers, four teenagers in Switzerland for some sort of peace conference, Jason wearing a black and gold costume... And wedding pictures. The first VHS is a recording of a fairly low-budget wedding between the two. The second has them filming on Titan, where the traditional Titan temple would once stand. It's just a rocky moon in their world, though. God only knows how they're breathing out there.
They both look pretty goddamn radiant, though. Brainy could probably do without the climax of a flying car rattling cans behind it.
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Somehow, though, the Mechanismo unit (its badge reads 'Rudy') exudes about as much friendliness as Beeny.
She's been here back and forth, as a semi-official ambassador between the UG and Mega-City One. Also as a tutor, discussing the methodology, benefits, and drawbacks to various forms of government, and also things like the necessity of avoiding too much automation. People need to work, after all, and who better to argue that than the person who sees the impact of a 94% unemployment rate due to over-automation of normal, and bizarre, jobs every day?
She sniffs her drink.
"Not spiked, right?"
"Not your current batch. But there's now sugar and alcohol in every bowl around. You want I should-"
"No, it's legal here. Just deal with it, the locals get a little testy about their food and drugs at parties. I'll fetch some water if I get thirsty later."
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But if someone strays too far from where they're supposed to be and begins to look lost, there might be a quiet 'click' on some controls they're nowhere near, and an illuminated path leading them back to the party along the floor.
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She still didn't want to go to the party. Some things just have to stay the same.
Maybe there's still some baggage about Legion cluttering Pidge's brain. She met a lot of wonderful people here, and didn't leave them in the way she wanted to. Pidge didn't really get to see the fight through and she just hates leaving things unfinished.
Or maybe it's as simple as the fact that she still just kind of hates big social gatherings where she's almost guaranteed to be awkward and has a ton of work to do back home. She's still a Paladin, and still very heavily involved in Voltron even in a time of relative peace. She has big ideas, ideas for her own Voltron robots and her own team.
Actually...maybe she'll find some people here interested in being pilots?
...Once she loosens up a little. She's leaning against a wall with a drink to settle her mind and soothe her emotions, pushing her now slightly longer hair behind her ear.
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At his side is a woman some might recognize: Jenny Moran. Ray had pulled in everyone who could possibly help when she'd been trapped inside the containment unit after trapping herself inside it in an effort to prevent it from exploding.
"So, how long do you think it'll take before it gets possessed and goes on a rampage?" She says as they look down on the still unrevealed monument.
"I give it a year. Maybe two on the outside."
Rico Dredd | ota
[Honorary Legionnaire Rico "Arbitrator" Dredd isn't present as everyone files in from their respective T-Gates, or during the toast either. He might have never gotten the memo - it's a little difficult to get an invitation to someone who disappeared entirely in the celebratory haze of thank-Grud-we're-not-all-dead-parades, after all. There's been the occasional split-second public sighting on various planets before he's gone again, but otherwise it's largely a mystery what he's been up to.
(Rico might've dropped in on a select few for social calls, but short clones and robot monks only for this privilege, thank you.)
Don't count your blessings too quick, though. An unsuspecting somebody could be on the viewing deck, staring out into space at the yet-unrevealed monument, and might catch a flicker of a familiar red-lined helmet in the corner of their eye. Or even abruptly see him in place of their reflection, in which case he flashes a bright smile before disappearing
Slightly further away from the main noise of the party, Rico discretely steps out from the reflection in a nearby glossy window. Materializing from nothing, as if walking through an open door. Still wearing black leathers out of habit, but not looking exactly like a Judge anymore. For one thing, the ostentatious eagle pauldrons aren't there. He brushes some imaginary lint off his chest before walking down the corridor, whistling.
Or he’ll look at you, and ask with some amusement and over-familiarity;]
Having any fun?
B: Smoking indoors like a real bad boy
[You can also catch him lighting up a good old-fashioned cigarette, leaning his elbows against a balcony railing overlooking the casual festivities. Smoking outside of a smokatorium, how gauche. It's the 30th century, there aren't even any “No Smoking” signs because who the sprock does that anymore? Rico tilts his head as someone approaches, hearing their footsteps as he's tapping the ashes to the squeaky-clean ground and watching it drift into an unattended pyramid of champagne (ish) glasses. Without turning around, he speaks up drolly;]
I'll give you one too if you don't snitch on me.
C: Wildcard
[Catch him wherever before the unveiling! Old and new cr threads welcome ❤️❤️🥹 hello legionnaires he never met 👋 hello old frenemies]
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Inactive, quietly dropping off the radar at the strong recommendation of her therapist, and having spent the last five years going through extensive healing, is Agent South Dakota, now going by Lindsay Maelstrom.
She's dressed sharply in a low-cut deep blue suit accented with silver jewelry in simple shapes; swoops and lines that accentuate with nuance. She's been stepping away from anything magenta, purple, or green, using color as a way to non-violently express herself.
Something else she learned through therapy.
Loaded up with a plate of snacks - the familiar ones - and a soda, Lindsay stops briefly to pay her respects to Blue Rose. She didn't know her personally, hadn't been around for the final push, but she has a new respect for life and those who have been lost.
Again, something that she learned from digging into old wounds with her therapist.
She finds a quiet seat to people watch, playing with her food more than eating it. She's gotten better at dealing with the Big Emotions, but there's still a conflict between wanting to see familiar faces, and wanting to leave and be alone with her paints.
At some point in the night she receives an encouraging message from her therapist. At some point in the night she notices paint under her fingernails. At some point she realizes she's going to be okay.
It's then that she eases from her quiet spot and actively seeks people out; she missed the conversation, those moments of interpersonal camaraderie. Familiar or not, she's come to say 'hi'.