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The Defenders: A "Just-Us" Society?
by Sally Floyd

Every week brings new challenges to the Post-Cataclysm world we live in but the recent actions of the Defenders have left the public wondering if the team is up for the challenge - and if they think they're above the law. A solid week of questionable actions started with a tantrum by the younger Blue Beetle, usually polite and soft-spoken in his appearances, caught on youtube yelling at a freelance journalist and breaking his camera.

While the incident could perhaps be written off as the actions of a hero under heavy pressure having a rare moment of ill temper, Blue Beetle has regularly been seen working with the joint US-Mexican coalition in the fight against the drug cartels in Juarez and El Paso, is the Young Allies' official liaison chairperson, and has been spotted fighting crises around the world on a daily basis. With the hero balancing such a full plate, it begs the question of whether or not the Defenders are putting undo pressure on already unstable individuals or pushing their younger heroes too heavily into the line of fire. The Defenders are so secretive at times, one must question whether or not the sidekicks that have gone missing from the Young Allies have actually returned to the Crisis like they claim.

This alone wouldn't be that alarming if it weren't for other recent actions by members of the team. According to representatives of The Avengers, the recent appearance of both Hawkeyes was fraught with conflict. After a briefing by hero Iron Man on the state of the world post-Cataclysm, the two heroes reportedly broke a window in Avengers Tower, leaving civilians below at risk of falling glass, and ziplined away from the Tower. The two were immediately accepted onto the Defenders without any public reprimand or comment, despite their reckless actions.

Perhaps most disquieting was the team's recent actions upon the return to Earth of the superhero Nova. According to Avengers representatives the dangerous metahuman, currently a Defender and formerly a New Warrior, was mentally unstable due to a psionic attack by a Starro. While unstable, the hero was responsible for causing property damage at the 8th Street Soup Kitchen due to an uncontrolled release of his powers.

Instead of assisting the Avengers in escorting the hero to a secure HAMMER facility where he could receive care, the Defenders on scene - Justice, Ricochet, Hulkling, and Martian Manhunter - interfered in the Avengers' attempt at securing Nova's surrender. Martian Manhunter reportedly psychically restarted the supercomputer residing in the hero's mind, an act that could have led to an unstable lashing out of his powers. According to the scale used by HAMMER, and formerly SHIELD, to classify planetary threats, Nova registers as a class 12 worldwide threat due to his power levels.

"Nova was clearly not in his right mind after the Starro attack," Norman Osborn stated in a recent press released. "He had already caused some damage to Central Park and damage to the 8th Street Soup Kitchen, who had called in the authorities for assistance. Rather than cooperating with authorities, the Defenders disregarded our attempt to bring Mr. Ryder in for treatment and then made a very risky move with an unknown and powerful piece of alien technology implanted in his head. The outburst of uncontrolled power that could have resulted from their actions was averted only by sheer luck, but one day, that kind of luck will run out, and we've already seen what happens then."

With the specter of Stamford and the actions of other New Warriors still looming in the memories of half the population, one wonders if indeed, the Defenders' luck will hold out. One thing remains clear: apparently the Defenders feel that they only have to operate under their own rules.

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texastoasterman: Did you see that article Floyd did in the Planet? No comment on my team-mates because I know the value of moving possible explosions to secluded places. And believe in using doors. But I am seeing red rn.

KhronoKrosser: I'm guessing Paco isn't going to let you near his phone anytime soon, is he?

texastoasterman: Freelance journalist = paparazzo. Had to rescue his sorry ass three times when I was fighting the giant robot. Three times because this cabron kept edging in for pictures. Then when it's over, one of the victims the robot nearly dropped (that I caught) who only got in trouble because I had to rescue this pendejo three times starts having a panic attack and he's still in there taking pictures of me while I'm trying to help her calm down, flashing it in her face while she's crying and hyperventilating.

I warn him (guess how many? Did you guess? Did you guess?) three times to get the camera out of the girl's face. He doesn't put the camera away so I lose my temper and break it and tell him his mother would be ashamed of him and of course somebody got that on their phone. Of course. And that's what they focus on. That's the take away. I even got legal to reimburse the pinche idiota son of a word I will not say because my mother will magically sense it and shoot laser beams from her eyes that will kill me miles and miles away. Do we focus on him endangering his life and the lives of others? nooooooooo

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KhronoKrosser: He did all of THAT first? Khronocrosser: Unbelievable!

texastoasterman: YES. YES HE DID. So then I had to go down to legal for another lecture (I already got one the day I did it because I was up front about it). Had to do a half hour "Effective Communication With the Public" training thing.

texastoasterman: Then I had to go home to patrol for a while and Nate. Listen. You are beholden to the American people. Like 100% beholden. That is a heavy responsibility.

texastoasterman: I, on the other hand, shoulder a much heavier responsibility

texastoasterman: in that I am beholden to every little old lady in El Paso and Juarez. Every single one.

texastoasterman: They have a vested interest in being able to compare their grandchildren to me when they don't call, Nate. A vested interest. While on patrol in my city, I got lectured by seven little old ladies about my bad manners.

texastoasterman: Seven.

texastoasterman: Little old ladies never listen, no matter how good an explanation you have. And little known fact about Mexican grannies, Nate: they have the power to shoot shame beams from their eyes. Last one of the day nearly had me in tears because she carried on about how my abuelita would be ashamed of me.

[Nate knew why that little bit of accidental insensitivity would've hurt, what with Jaime's gran dying in the aftermath of the Cataclysm.]

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[Yeah, Nate is actually wincing at that.]

KhronoKrosser: oh.... KhronoKrosser: Ow. KhronoKrosser: That one had to hurt. KhronoKrosser: I'm sorry.

[Yeah, it had hurt.]

[And he appreciates Nate's "I'm sorry" in ways he doesn't know how to put into words. The atmosphere is all, like, they're supposed to be on opposite teams, right? Rooting against each other. But that isn't how it is. When it comes to each other, at least, they follow their own rules and that's why they're friends despite it all, and he never knows quite how to make sure Nate truly understands how much he appreciates that.]

[Rather than using words it tends to devolve more into them just...letting each other into their own little worlds. Trusting each other with that.]

texastoasterman: It's not even that I want fame or the love of the public or whatever. You know I'm not about that stuff. And if the press wants to criticize things that's their right, I guess.

texastoasterman: But I don't know how "doing as much as I possibly can to save as many people as I can because I choose to and because I can" got twisted somewhere down to the line to "unbalanced" or whatever. Rather than wanting to be liked, it's more like I just want to be left alone as long as I'm not really doing anything hugely wrong.

texastoasterman: Maybe I've been listening to Lord of the Rings too much on audiobook lately but it's like...there's those big stories. The big adventures and they have such dark places in the middle. And there are some characters like, you know, the Sam Gamgees, the people that take joy in simple things. And see the light in the dark.

texastoasterman: They have their moments all: "There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tower high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach."

texastoasterman: In the middle of it, while it's still all dark and messed up, they never lose faith there's the light above it all. And all they do is look towards the end of the story and want to go home to their little bit of earth. They don't want castles or praise or anything like that, you know? That's where I am now with all this stuff. I just want to be left alone.

texastoasterman: Until it's all less crazy and less dark. And then I wanna go home to my little bit of earth. And do my med school homework [That he doesn't have because he quit school, gave up that bit of his future to make sure everyone else had one] in the desert while the sun's going down. And only have to worry about the little old grannies and making them happy.

texastoasterman: Does that make any sense?

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KhronoKrosser: Yeah. Yeah it does. KhronoKrosser: We're both burning the candle at both ends not because want to, but we recognize that we need to, and we're willing to do it. KhronoKrosser: But its a grind. We're slogging through shit and for every problem we solve, there's ten more that pop up with no end in sight. KhronoKrosser: And when you're dealing with life and death on a scale this large for so long, when you get time to rest, you just want to rest. KhronoKrosser: And not have to deal with things like some some dumbass who got his phone broken because he wouldn't get out of the way. KhronoKrosser: It all seems so petty?? I guess. Next to the things we do. KhronoKrosser: Maybe petty isn't the right word, but you really do have more important things to spend your time and energy on. And in between those important things you just need some space to breathe. KhronoKrosser: And then here comes somebody encroaching into that space. KhronoKrosser: Complaining about a phone. KhronoKrosser: And you can't really yell at them for it or avoid dealing with it, since that'll only make you look more unstable and make things worse. So you push ahead. KhronoKrosser: and endure. KhronoKrosser: And it all just builds and builds and builds until you want to scream, when you'd really rather not have to deal with it at all. KhronoKrosser: That about right?

texastoasterman: TBF it wasn't a phone camera, it was a camera that was probably worth 1000 dollars or something. But i got it replaced anyway.

texastoasterman: Otherwise yes, that is 10000% right.

texastoasterman: You get me.

[He likes being gotten.]

KhronoKrosser: Yeah, I get you. KhronoKrosser: But don't worry too much about it. KhronoKrosser: This'll pass eventually. Something else is bound to go viral soon and people will forget about it. KhronoKrosser: Unfortunately I can't do anything about the grannies, though. You're on your own there. KhronoKrosser: But try to forget about it, and get some rest.

texastoasterman: I will do that.

texastoasterman: Like after another hour or two of patrolling.

texastoasterman: I'd make some joke here about my new public persona of being a rude jerk guy and tie in 'no rest for the wicked' but I'm too tired to think of it so just connect the dots yourself and pretend I made you laugh.

KhronoKrosser: Okay KhronoKrosser: Just give me a sec KhronoKrosser: ROFLMAOLOLOLOLOLXDDDDSsdjfsj;aksljd;lsa KhronoKrosser: How was that?

texastoasterman: I knew there was a reason I keep you around.

texastoasterman: Anyway, thanks for letting me rant at you.

texastoasterman: Sometimes holding this stuff in makes me feel like I'm going to spontaneously combust. Not explode. There'd be more fire.

texastoasterman: Flames. Flames on the side of my face.

texastoasterman: Wait, you totally wouldn't get that reference, would you.

Thanks to recent actions by the Blue Beetle being brought up, again, by the press, I have been tasked by PR to help you all master methods of effective communication with the press. This will be a three hour course, complete with certificates at the end, and it will be replacing my lecture on how to safely backflip onto and off of motorcycles. Which, as you all know, would be the last credits you need for your driver's ed courses.

I'll expect you all in Meeting Room C at 10:30 am on Friday. Bring pen, blue or black ink only, and paper. Participation is mandatory. No food, but you can bring drinks if they have tops.

Yours,
Taskmaster

P.S. Reyes, do you happen to know what size skirt you wear?

1) I already had to do a 30 minute sensitivity module with legal ugh.

2) No way is some stupid press sensitivity thing more important than backflipping on and off moving vehicles.

3) As for the skirt thing, ha ha no.

(Even tho if I were to wear one? I would look amazing and we all know it.)

Edited 2015-04-05 17:33 (UTC)

BendyGirl99

This is just awful. I SAW that video and Blue Beetle just wanted to keep the guy out of the poor girl's face. You're being way too hard on him for doing his job.

Anon

Ugh I cannot stand BB stans. He can never do any wrong.

Your fav is problematic, mm'kay? Why can't you people accept that your precious blue boo is just as much of a mess as the other Defenders?

Edited 2015-04-05 17:36 (UTC)

BendyGirl99

Uhhh, it's not about him being perfect. I'm not even a big BB fan. Carol Danvers is my queen, okay? I'm just saying that this is probably the worst possible interpretation of getting some stupid paparazzi jerk out of a traumatized girl's face.

madcapmindy

If it helps anyone make up their mind about it, the girl that BB helped in the incident wrote about what happened on her tumblr [HERE]. People arguing that the guy was paparazzi and that he was getting in the face of a girl having a panic attack are right, apparently.

Still, heroes are supposed to be better than that. He didn't have to break the guy's stuff. It's alarming that these heroes' first reaction to things is always violence.

He didn't really want to do it. He didn't really need to do it, either.

The press would have moved on. They always did. They'd moved on when he'd accidentally killed Ginger's psycho abusive husband while defending her from a murder attempt.

But part of the reason they had was because he'd turned himself into the police and answered all their questions. They police had decided to not press charges because he'd been honest and forthright, and with Ginger not willing to press charges, the press had deemed the incident an unfortunate accident that happened in the defense of an innocent.

The same principle applied here. There were some questions people deserved answered and some he was tired of having people ask him and he figured it'd be good to get it all out in the open. He knew people on Earth weren't used to some of the things he was used to. At any given time there weren't actually that many people on Earth that could go against the Silver Surfer and be able to hold their own long enough to at least avoid a one-punch KO.

"This thing on?" Nova said, tapping the mike. It immediately screeched out with feedback and he winced. "Oookay, it's on."

He squirmed slightly where he sat.

"I'm not sure if I'm doing this right but I was gonna start this with a statement and then I'm opening things up to questions. I know this is a little...unconventional. But I'm a cop. I'm not comfortable with not saying anything when people are asking for a little transparency."

He drew in a deep breath and let it out.

"To start with, a lot of people have expressed nervousness over, uh, my return to Earth and that recent article in the Planet, specifically in regards to my power levels and level of control. Worldmind is the supercomputer in my head; it's kind of an organic energy matrix that is the sum total of all the knowledge of the Xandarian people. It was on the fritz because when I first arrived to Earth I was attacked by a Starro. Worldmind was able to prevent the damn thing from controlling me but in the process, it got locked in a state of needing to reboot without being able to, which left me a little mentally off-kilter."

Time for honesty.

"I did cause some minor property damage at the 8th St. Soup Kitchen. Melted a table by accident. I've already arranged for its replacement, on that note. When I realized the risk, I moved to the park to try to find a place away from people. That's where I was confronted by the Avengers. When I told them not to engage in a park where there were civilians, and tried to fly to a more secluded area, both the Avengers and the Defenders tried to stop me."

Yes, he was throwing his teammates just slightly under a bus with that, because if he was going to criticize the Avengers for it, he had to be even-handed.

"Martian Manhunter was able to knock me unconscious with his telepathy and forcibly rebooted the Worldmind. This was not as much of a risk as Osborn made it out to be. To start with, I was mostly just having some energy bleed off - nothing explosive. I wasn't so out of it that I had no self control at all. I was also a Defender around the time the team first formed and J'onn was 100% aware of my med-profile and mental architecture, so to speak - more familiar than the Avengers would've been. He and Justice are also both powerful telekinetics so had there been any more bleed off, they would've been able to contain it."

He added, "Was it ideal? No. But people call me 'the human rocket' for a reason. If they'd engaged and tried to take me in, I probably could've gotten away and that would've been no good for anyone. J'onn knocking me out and fixing me right then and there de-escalated it."

A pause.

"Okay, so, you probably have questions. Go." One of the reporters raised a hand. "You with the hair."

"Melissa Dunpole, Daily Sun. Nova, can we expect to see more people drafted and kidnapped into the Nova Corps?"

"Absolutely not. Worldmind and I fought a war in space. Understandably, it was pretty taxing and a few things caused damage to Worldmind when we were up there, including an encounter with Galactus. When he started conscripting people, he was seriously unbalanced. With Quasar's help, I was able to stop him and ensure that the personality profile that was in charge during that time was erased. A new one has since replaced it - the one that saved me from Starro and largely kept me away from civilians even while the two of us were out of it."

He went on, "The probationers that stuck with the Corps willingly after the initial recruitment have all been absorbed into the Green Lantern Corps and with Xandar gone and Worldmind under my control, the only way to create more Novas would be if I chose to. I've decided that the existence of the Green Lanterns means more Novas would just be superfluous and that there would, understandably, be a lack of trust if anyone was recruited. So the Nova Corps has been permanently disbanded."

"Sam Ingles, New York Times. With the Nova Corps disbanded, how do you have any authority?"

"The best way to describe it is that I've been deputized by the same multi-species justice tribunals that the Green Lanterns also have to answer to and I'm restricted by a similar code of conduct. While I'm not a Green Lantern, I work in tandem with them and those tribunals have the right to open up an independent investigation that would be performed by the Green Lanterns if I were to ever violate sentient rights in the course of duty."

A pause.

"I'm kinda like a sheriff with jurisdiction over a very wide area. I follow the same interworld laws that the GL's do - helped broker the treaties and agreements after the Marge, in fact. I deliver intergalactic criminals to the same inter-species tribunals they do. And the GLs would be the outside federal agency that would perform any internal affairs investigations on me if the need ever arose."

"Joe Pizzuto, Philly Inquirer, how does your jurisdiction tie onto American soil? Especially given your past associations with anti-authoritarian vigilante clubs like the New Warriors."

There was a long pause as Nova blinked at the man, his jaw briefly setting.

Don't touch it. Don't even touch it.

"While on American soil, I operate under the auspices of the Defenders and their government mandate. The only exception is when there are intergalactic criminals on Earth. In those cases, President Luthor signed several jurisdiction and extradition agreements a little while back that allow myself and the Green Lanterns to arrest and extradite when necessary. This mostly applies to aliens and occasionally to humans that have committed crimes on other worlds."

"Lionel Mandus, National Inquisitor. Have you seen Elvis?"

"Yeah, he's happily retired on Lindar Four," Nova said completely deadpan. He shook his head. "He's not coming back. You gotta let it go, man, the guy went home."

That got some quiet chuckling from the assembled reporters.

"Next question?"

"Ben Urich, Daily Planet," said the reporter. Sally Floyd sat next to him - they were sharing the byline today. "You keep dropping oblique mentions of some kind of conflict that happened in space and since you returned to Earth a few years ago, you've demonstrated a marked increase in how powerful you are. What happened up there and is it tied to your increase in power and why you're the last Nova?"

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It was not a subject he liked talking about and yet it was one he wanted to give clarification on. No one had asked and he hadn't really wanted to just spout off to the press about it but he just wanted people to...to know.

"A few years back, shortly before the...incident at Stamford I was called up into space by the Nova Corps to face an unknown threat that was pushing in from what they called the Crunch, something that's...well, it's basically the edge of the universe, the part of it that presses into the Negative Zone."

Deep breaths.

"The threat was Annihilus. Some of you might know him as an occasional enemy of the Avengers and the Fantastic Four. He was the ruler of the Negative Zone and saw our universe overlapping into the Negative Zone as an incursion of sorts. And he decided he was going to take back that territory by force so he launched a genocidal war against the rest of the universe, where his armies of giant space bugs destroyed everything and everyone in sight. It was kinda Starship Troopers on steroids."

Worse. That was fiction, that was trained soldiers going against the bugs, not civilians. So many civilians...

"Galactic civilization all but collapsed. Billions upon billions of sentient beings died, billions more were displaced, and whole planets disappeared. The Skrulls were devastated, which is partly what lead to the religious extremists among them gaining a foothold and trying to invade Earth to have somewhere to settle. Xandar was all but destroyed while I still was on it. Through a bit of dumb luck, I survived, because I got buried under the crashing spaceport without getting crushed. I was the lone survivor - every other Nova and civilian on the planet was dead. Since I was the last Nova and the Nova Force could only be carried by a Nova, I absorbed Worldmind and the entirety of the Nova Force to keep it out of enemy hands and use it against Annihilus's forces."

And even that wasn't enough, not on its own.

"At one point, Annihilus even figured out how to weaponize Galactus. The Kree, The Galadorian Spaceknights, the former Heralds of Galactus, Negative Zone rebels, some surviving factions of the Skrulls, and a huge spectrum of surviving alien species banded together in one United Front and made war on Annihilus' forces, trying to hold the wave back and keep it from taking anymore civilized worlds. I was the United Front's Commander-in-chief. For a time we managed to stall the Annihilation wave and almost managed to push back but we were outnumbered a few billion to one and eventually we were overcome and were reduced to guerilla tactics. As a last ditch attempt to take out Annihilus, myself and two others made a suicide run to try to take the wave down by taking out the head. With the help of the new Quasar - 'cause the last one was killed by Annihilus early on, even if he came back later - I managed to take Annihilus out before Annihilus' forces reached Earth."

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"Pardon me if I sound a tad cynical, but I don't recall you hailing from South America, Nova Prime," said a reporter.

Nova gave the reporter a stare, his eyes narrowed.

"I swear to God if you people start making Starship Troopers jokes around me, I'm gonna go live on the moon."

He narrowed his eyes even more.

"I can do that now."

He rubbed the back of his neck under his helmet.

"Nobody should be making jokes at all, though. Not funny." A pause. "I know it's probably surprising to some people to hear about my part in that, given how much of an idiot and a glory hound I used to be. There was a point in my life where I had this stupid idea in my head that I was like some kinda rookie working my way up, you know? But now? To extend that baseball metaphor a bit, sometimes I feel like I'd give anything to go back to the bush leagues and take that bus right back to Kokomo."

"Sally Fieldstrom, Associated Press. Nova, if this conflict was that large, why didn't we hear about it?"

"I sent a message to Reed Richards to warn the heroes about the Wave. It was all I could manage with the resources I had after the United Forces were defeated. Apparently the message was garbled but rather than looking into it, the heroes were occupied with the conflict that was going on at the time. They were a little too busy to pay attention to the omnicidal maniac threatening all known life in the universe."

Yeah, he was bitter and he wasn't going to hide it. Ever. Even if it made a few of his teammates like Iron Man look bad. He deserved to, for that one, and he wanted to make it clear it'd be different in the future.

"So you can thank the political climate around the Registration Act for that. Since then I've worked out an alert system with the Green Lanterns, and, as a backup, the Kree, to make sure nothing like that ever happens again. That includes warning broadcasts and intelligence briefs that would be sent to the president and other world leaders."

Edited 2015-04-06 04:09 (UTC)

Melissa Dunpole had a question again.

"Nova, Norman Osborn implied Worldmind was responsible for allowing you to control your powers. Does that mean the only thing that prevented another Stamford at Central Park the other day was the alien supercomputer in your head? One that's already been shown to be mentally unstable?"

Freakin' Melissa Dunpole.

But he was ready for this.

"Things have changed when it comes to the balance of power between myself and Worldmind. I call the shots now. And what you saw in the park the other day was Wprldmind pretty much down and out and me still mostly in control of my powers. Was I a little out of it? Yeah? Was I little leaky? Also yeah. But still largely in control. I can control the Nova Force without Worldmind for the most part, she just makes it a hell of a lot easier. Osborn had reason to be cautious and to the credit of his team, they could've easily instigated that into something uglier and they didn't. Iron Boy, or whatever his name is, handled himself very well."

He went on, "But there's such thing as over-caution or over-inflating a threat. I wasn't at risk of exploding and with Martian Manhunter and Justice, we had two exceptionally powerful teke-wielders on hand even if I had been."

"Sally Floyd, Daily Planet. After Worldmind rebooted, why didn't you go with the Avengers voluntarily to get examined?"

Edited 2015-04-06 04:23 (UTC)

He knows who you are, Miss Floyd.

"Largely because of distrust. I had a very bad encounter with Osborn's Thunderbolts back when I first returned to Earth after the war. I was attacked before my 24 hour grace period for registering was up and Iron Man had to call off the attack. At the time, Moonstone stated that the Thunderbolts had greater authority than SHIELD over the situation but Mr. Stark got her to back off and promised a sternly worded phone call to Mr. Osborn."

He went on, "Considering that fight happened in an area teeming with civilians I've been a little...nervous around his teams since. I figured I'd go back with the Defenders since they had the facilities and medical staff to check me out as well. In fact, I'm fairly certain Mr. Osborn doesn't even have any psychics as powerful as J'onn in his employ."

Edited 2015-04-06 04:29 (UTC)

"One might say that you felt you were above the law there, Mr. Rider," Sally went on, before anyone else could get a question in. "What do you have to say to the people that are uncomfortable with the idea of someone as powerful as you ignoring the authority of a government official like Osborn?"

"At that point I was of sound mind and body and capable of making rational decisions and Osborn did not formally state that I was under arrest, which meant I had the right to leave."

He went on, "I did get myself checked out, I just chose to do it with the people that've been responsible for my medical care in the past and who have a direct line to the Green Lanterns. The only person in the universe right now that can even be considered a scientific expert on the Nova Force and the Xandarian Worldmind is a Green Lantern, one of my former Novas, so if something was still wrong, they were the ones with a beeline to who had the best chance of fixing it. Next question."

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She did not concede the floor.

"It's just, a lot of people have been unnerved since the Stamford disaster and so far, not once during any of the times you've returned to Earth have you given a statement on that or the registration issue. Don't you think, as a former New Warrior, and someone capable of what you are, that the public deserves to know your thoughts on those issues?"

Edited 2015-04-06 04:36 (UTC)

"I wasn't present that day. That meant I came back from a war and found out half my friends were dead or had been arrested and that they'd made a terrible mistake that cost over 600 lives. So my thoughts on it were...grief for my friends, sadness for the victims and their families, and a whole lotta hate for Nitro. Those last two were the same things a lot of other people felt. What else is there to say?"

That was the normal range of human emotions and all.

"As for the registration issues, ultimately, I was very conflicted on it because even though my secret ID had been compromised by the New Warriors hate site, I knew a lot of people who were afraid their secret IDs being public would get their families killed. But on the same token, I had friends that'd registered and understood why the public wanted accountability. I wasn't sure I wanted to be on the Initiative when they were still hunting unregistered people down so...I left. I checked out and went back to space. I figured I'd come back someday when the conflict had died down a little more and register if it was still the law, but I figured there was a lot of good I could do in space after the Wave, so I focused on that for a while."

"Sixty children are dead and 'you were sad for them.' That's all you have to say?" Floyd went on. "You were a member of the New Warriors and even appeared on the reality show that contributed to the Stamford disaster for a time. Don't you have anything else to say to the American people? Surly, sixty dead children warrants something more than 'I was sad.'"

Edited 2015-04-06 04:46 (UTC)

He was so tired of having this thrown in his face. Over and over and over. Dead kids dead kids dead kids Stamford Stamford Stamford. Like he was supposed to flagellate himself for something he wasn't even there for because he'd been risking his life fighting a war to save everyone asking the damn questions.

"All I can say is that I feel compassion for the victims and their families. I don't know what else is expected of me." A pause and he added honestly. "Although given what I've seen of public opinion, I'd hazard a guess that what people want is for me to flagellate myself and apologize for something I wasn't responsible for. Guilt by association, right?"

He sat forward.

"I was proud of being a New Warrior. I still am at least proud of what good we did do because we saved the world more than once. But I left before that went down. I wasn't comfortable with the producers calling so many shots in our superhero fights and told Thrash I felt like the focus had strayed too much from just doing our damn jobs protecting people."

For once in his life, the spotlight had made him uncomfortable. Justifiably so, apparently. Go figure.

"So when they called me back up to Xandar I went without a second thought." He tapped his own chest. "So if you're expecting guilt and self-recrimination, that's not happening anytime soon. And with this whole thing that keeps happening, people throwing dead kids in my face like I'm not caring enough...Look, I understand the tragedy of it, it's just there's a point in the last few years where I had to stop letting the thought of lost innocents overpower me so I could keep moving forward and do my job."

He leaned forward.

"I even even remember the day. It was when the nursery creches of Xintar 5 got knocked into their sun by the Annihilation Wave, despite the efforts of the United Front and the Xintarian military in trying to stop it. Over the comm lines we could hear the kids screaming and crying in the background of the distress calls by their caretakers. Millions of them. After the creches burned up, we lost half the Xintarians because they started running suicide runs into the sun because they couldn't bear the thought of living without their children."

There was dead silence now to match the quietness of his voice. It was lowered the way his father had always lowered it when he was at his most serious, when he was saying something important.

"If I seem at all aloof or cold about the kids at Stamford it's just that - it's that when you see dead kids by the shipload, if you let it get to you that hard every time, you can't do the job. I have to push past it to do my job and make sure things like that don't happen to kids again if I can ever stop it."

He pointed at her. "I keep getting those questions about the Stamford kids. Constantly. And while I feel for their families, with all due respect, Ms. Floyd, you'll have the right to throw dead kids in my face after you've had to crawl out from under a heap of rubble and the bodies of civilians on a world that died around you. Or when you fly in to save a school and can't tell how many kids used to be there because giant space bugs already reduced them to parts. So."

He sat back.

"That's all I have to say." He added, "Any more questions, Ms. Floyd?"

She was silent in response. Silent and pale.

"That's what I thought."

Nova took advantage of the silence to stand up.

"I'm done for the day. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to explain a few things. You can direct any other questions to the Defenders' public relations team."

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"Nova, wait, I have one last question," Ben Urich cried out. "Just one."

Nova paused, only because of who was talking. He knew his reputation.

"One more."

Just one. That was all he had left today.

He suddenly felt very, very tired.

Edited 2015-04-06 05:15 (UTC)

"How far off was the Annihilation Wave from Earth when you stopped it?" he asked.

Nova drew in a deep breath.

"Three months. If Phyla and I hadn't stopped it there, it would've hit Earth in three months' time. Possibly even less if the guerrilla cells hadn't been able to slow it down on its way."

With that, he took to the air and flew back to the tower, leaving the tower staff to close up shop at the press briefing and pack everything up.

Ben Urich was left standing there as the centurion disappeared into the Tower, his eyes eventually drifting upward to the blue sky above.

For a moment, he wondered how many seemingly unknowable things existed out there in the void.

It only lasted a moment.

"God, I need a drink."

Next to him, Sally just started nodding frantically in agreement as she silently walked away.

Edited 2015-04-06 05:33 (UTC)

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